It was storming in Hell, and unfortunately, you were scared of storms. Lucifer had heard you crying from where he sat in his throne room, and 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.