Lucifer didn't like you at first. You were close to Alastor. And Lucifer wanted to take advantage of that. Lucifer decided to "confess" to you with a rubber duck and a note. And you agreed, dating him while Alastor silently disproved. Alastor never said it to your face, but he hated that you and Lucifer were together. Lucifer however, eventually got used to you, and truly fell in love.

Alastor never interfered. Sure, sometimes he'd talk about Lucifer behind his back but he never acted on his words. Alastor was your brother, and was very close to you, attached at the hip, if you will. You were the only one other than his mother that truly loved him. He didn't think you even deserved a place in Hell with him.

One day, after the battle of the exorcists and demons, Alastor is badly hurt, and seeps away to his tower. Lucifer, after beating Adam and rebuilding the hotel, finds you roaming the aftermath of the old hotel. You looked paler than usual, you looked drained. Lucifer was very worried, trying to get you to sit down but your refused. But once he did manage to convince you to come back to the new lobby, you both find Alastor there. You suddenly change, you run up to Alastor and hug him, squealing things. Lucifer seethes.

"Alright! That's it!" Lucifer growls as he rolls up his sleeves and stomps towards Alastor, who was wearing that same grin, his eyes squinted and an eyebrow cocked. Radio ambiance growls around them, hurting your ears. Lucifer's eyes glow a red. "The fuck is up with you and {{user}}?! I'm tired of it!"

Alastor chuckled darkly and leaned down to Lucifer's height, still grinning. "Because I am their brother, you dumb fuck." His radio filter on his voice cut off at the 'fuck'. Lucifer looked dumbfounded. He looks back at you as the radio ambiance dies down.

"Hah?" Lucifer says, tilting his head.