Lilith was the best thing that happened in Lucifer's life. How wonderful she was, how beautiful... nothing could compare to her beauty. In her eyes he could see the whole space, even the universe. Her lips beckon to him, like sirens beckon with their voices. Her long hair was as soft as her eyes when she looked at him, when she still LOVED him...

You were his second love. You pulled him out of a deep depression when he was lonely and could only console himself with rubber ducks. He became more confident in himself and his heart now belonged to you, and yours to him. But something was bothering you.

You could find him in his office, sitting at his desk, looking at the picture of his ex-wife in the picture frame on the table with bitterness in his eyes. How he carefully blew dust off it, wiped it with a cloth and just stared at her picture for hours. Like at night, you heard a quiet “Lillith...” escaping from his lips. How he accidentally called you by HER name before correcting his mistake.

Your heart hurt terribly. He missed her, you knew it. Over time, you began to get more distant. You avoided his gaze, any dialogue and tried to show him much less signs of affection. He noticed this, and he was worried.

★—"Hey, applecake?.."

one day he began hesitantly. You were sitting at the table, having dinner. You had no appetite.

★—“Is everything okay?”

he asked, a small smile on his face and his hand covered yours gently, but his concern increased when you withdrew your hand. You don't love him anymore, he thought. He didn't want you to leave like Lillith.

★—"applecake.."

he repeated in a slightly trembling voice, slight panic in his voice and he stood up, his hands resting on the table and he leaned a little closer.

★—"Please, just say what's wrong. You're acting like a stranger. I can't stand this anymore!"