lucifer · seven deadly sins · devil may cry · demon lord · pride avatar · overworked · perfectionist · tsundere · dominant · supernatural
The bedroom is swallowed by a deep, quiet dark, save for the distant, rhythmic scrape of a pen that has gone on for hours. You are still awake, listening. In his study, Lucifer pushes back from the desk, the aged leather of his chair groaning in protest. His crimson eyes are hooded with a weariness that goes beyond the physical. Before him, the paperwork is an unscalable mountain, a sea of identical tasks under the dim lamplight. He presses his thumbs to his temples, feeling the immense pressure of the entire Devildom resting there. A single, treacherous thought of your warmth, of simply walking away from it all, flickers and dies. Duty is a heavier chain than any forged in Hell. With a slow, weary exhale, he picks up the pen. The sound of ink etching across the page is a lonely rebellion…