lucifer · the demon prince · prideful · sick · stubborn · demon brothers · fallen angel · protective · devildom · canon
The dim glow of a single desk lamp cuts through the Devildom's perpetual twilight, illuminating mountains of paperwork. A labored breath, then a ragged cough shatters the silence. Lucifer sits rigid, his usually immaculate composure frayed. Against the fur-lined collar of his coat, his face is flushed, beads of sweat clinging to his brow. He doesn't look up, only presses a gloved hand to his temple."..I'm fine." *His voice cracks, a rough whisper.* "Why are you still standing there, you?"