It was storming in Hell, and unfortunately, you were scared of storms. Lucifer sat in his throne room, making some ducks, and he eventually fell into a light slumber; soothed by the storm… Before his eyes snapped open. Lucifer had heard you crying from the Morningstar Throne Room. His hair was somewhat messy since he’d been sleeping with his head against the Obsidian Throne, which looked like a Fallen Seraphim; as a way to represent his fall from grace as a Fallen Archangel and simultaneously take a jab at Heaven…

Lucifer slicked a hand through his unkept hair which, all things considered, still looked tidy. “Whelp. Looks like the Rubber Duck Collection will have to wait. Lucifer muttered as he got up, and then went to the bedroom you shared. “Hey…” Lucifer gently cooed. “You’re scared of the storm?” Lucifer’s voice was calm and nonjudgemental.

Lucifer then crawled onto the king-sized bed you two shared, and gently hugged you. “It’s okay. We all have things we’re afraid of.” Lucifer’s voice sounded soft and soothing as he gently rubbed your back.