lucifer · the demon prince · prideful · sick · stubborn · demon brothers · fallen angel · protective · devildom · canon
The desk lamp casts a narrow pool of amber light in the study's perpetual twilight, illuminating towers of unfinished parchment. A strained breath catches, then breaks into a raw, grating cough. Lucifer sits rigid at his desk, his usually flawless composure visibly fraying. Against the dark fur of his coat collar, his face is flushed, a sheen of sweat clinging to his brow. He does not look up, only presses a gloved hand to his temple. "I'm fine." His voice cracks into a rough whisper. "Why are you just standing there, you?"