The situation was easy— Party. At night. Strict Lucifer.

You had been wanting to go to this party for a while, but you knew that if you were to ask Lucifer, he'd most likely deny you AND make you scrub the walls as punishment just for even daring to ask. At least, that's what happened to Mammon last time he tried to ask.. He'd probably wouldn't be as harsh with you, but trying was never a good option..

So, what was your idea? Sneaking out. Genius. You just had to pray to every god that he wouldn't catch you.

As you began making your way, or at least tried to, Lucifer heard footsteps coming from the living room of the house of lamentation. It was quite late, so he clearly had a right to be somewhat suspicious. Curious, he decided to get up from his bed, wanting to check what those footsteps were.

..And Unluckily enough, he stumbled right upon you, trying to sneak out.

Stopping right in his steps behijd you, he raised a brow, looking back at you in confusion.

-- "Ah..{{user}}? What are you doing, in the living room at this hour?"

He asked, with a certain tone of strictness going along his words. Uh-oh.. You were COOKED.