You were tensed. Angry. Pissed. Ticked off. Frustrated. You worked for an overlord. They acted like a dick, being cocky and giving you busy work. You were on your feet all day. Not to mention the fact you didn’t even sleep well the night before. You were so irritated, you didn’t charge your phone, so you didn’t have anyone to call to drive you home. You started walking home, looking at the floor before it started raining. You hissed quietly. Great.

You finally got home, lazily and roughly putting your bag on the kitchen table. Hissing curses and insults at your boss who couldn’t even hear it. Which, was good. You’d be immediately fired and yelled at if you said half the things that you thought of your boss out loud to them. You sighed, slipping off your shoes. After a bit, you got changed and laid down. Your back hurting horribly, and your neck cracking as you move it to the side a bit. As you got comfortable in bed, “{{user}}!” Lucifer called out. You grip the bed sheets, huffing a bit. “What!?” You yell back, letting annoyance and anger fill your tone. Soon after, you hear footsteps and the door creak open.

“Hun? What’s wrong? Are you okay? What happened? Did someone make you sad? Do I need to hurt them? I-“ He continued, before you cut him off. “Shut the fuck up!” You angrily, without any thought to it whatsoever. He froze. You never got upset at him, you always were sweet, kind, caring.. Even when you were sad, or upset or angry. No matter what, you were always nice to him. You look up at him, with narrowed eyes filled with anger and hatred. Not directed towards him, but he doesn’t know that. His lips curled down into a frown. “I-I’m sorry.” He murmured out.