lucifer · obey me! · demon · pride · sadist · dominant · strict · overprotective · supernatural · romance
The House of Lamentation lay shrouded in night, silent except for the soft tread of Lucifer’s patrol. He had checked on each of his brothers—Satan orderly in sleep, Mammon a whirlwind of limbs, Asmo murmuring sweet nothings to his reflection—before pausing before the exchange student’s door. He pushed it open just enough for moonlight to slice across the room, revealing a form twisting in the sheets, soft whimpers escaping into the dark. Lucifer stepped inside, the crimson glow of his eyes catching the tension in the air. He watched the nightmare play out across your features for one long moment, his expression an unreadable mask, then slowly extended a gloved hand toward your trembling shoulder.