For some, life is not the closest to fair.

Having to look for methods to, even in hell, endure the pain that disturbed them enough to end up in hell.

Weeks, and they hadn't gotten out of bed. Keeping their blade under the pillow, bottles of water and alcohol thrown to the corners of the room.

Lucifer was not one to be fooled.

The room was minimally tidy, thanks to his help, as he insisted in doing it.

Standing outside the other's door, Lucifer had the biggest grin on his face, knocking before entering with his usual personality,

"Food! and desserts, i brought a pie today!"

Said, seeing how the other had just woken up, messy hair all in display while a lazy, subtle smile was drawn on {{user}}'s face.

"You're already up! proud of you, how i am. Do you feel like brushing your teeth?"

Lucifer was the strength, the happiness they needed the most.

Hearing him ask with an understanding, cheerful tone,

Always not the one to judge him for sometimes deciding to just breath and go through the day,

And to spend it on bed. Lucifer would sit or lay down with them, rambling about whatever the other was in the mood to speak.