Hey There Demons, It's Me, Ya Boy

38: You Love It When Men (Sometimes)

A/N: No, he's NOT a love interest >:( but he IS an important character! So look out for his description in this (and last) chapter!

PS: Unfortunately, I don't speak Brazilian Portuguese :( so I used Google Translate. If you happen to be fluent in it, then feel free to comment on the correct translation and I'll gladly edit the dialogue!

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Once Satan had weakly opened the doors to the House of Lamentation, you don't even apologize for dropping your work bag onto the ground and ditching him immediately. Though, he understands why you did what you did. So he takes a moment to catch his breath first, marveling at your stamina before he picks up your bag. He'll wait in your room, thinking you'll want a moment with the other demon who almost died yesterday.

You zoomed straight towards Lucifer's room with bubbling anxiety building in your chest. You didn't go to school today (for obvious reasons), but you did have work. Satan had picked you, mentioning that Luciel had finally woken up, asking for you. You forced the poor blonde to run with you all the way back, dragging him by the arm the whole time.

You vividly remember Luciel's stomach being split open, his intestines were spilling out of his body. His fucking right leg was torn from his body! He was so close to dying and all you did was get in the way-

You slam open Lucifer's door both to quiet your negative thoughts, and also because you severely overestimated how heavy the door was going to be.

Luciel was sitting up and shirtless, countless bandages wrapped his stomach and the blankets covered his lower half. He also had other wraps and patches on various, random parts of his body. His messy, curly hair was pushed back by black hairband, exposing his pretty eyes.

Luciel's head was turned in your direction, but you think it was because he was trying to get away from Lucifer, rather than because he had heard you. There was a deep gash on his right cheek, exposed and bleeding

At your sudden entrance, they both direct their attention to you. They probably did hear you, they didn't seem surprised at your arrival.

The white haired demon's eyes shift around for a moment before landing on you, a small, nervous smile on his face.

"[Y/n]..."

Your entire body relaxes, and you lunge at the bed and drop down at the side, your knees thunk heavily against the floor.

"Luciel...!" Ah, a new record for how fast you start to cry! "Luciel..!!!"

His expression softens, one of his cold, extremely scarred hands going up to stroke the top of your head, "Please, don't cry... I'm okay."

You shake your head and grab his hand. You hug it against your cheek. "I was so scared... I was so worried about you... You should've just left when you had the chance."

"I wasn't going to leave you behind, and I knew you'd hate me if I just took you with me." Luciel huffs with a smile, blood from his wound casually dripping down his face to his neck, "I'm sorry I worried you, truly. If it makes you feel better... I am quite blood thirsty, so I enjoyed the fight for the most part."

You just sob at the information: "Why are the men in my life so fucking weird?"

"My apologies."

"Now that you're here," Poor Lucifer clears his throat and stands up, "Perhaps you can tend to his wounds. He's being difficult."

"Sorry for not wanting you to touch my face," Luciel says sarcastically.

The Avatar of Pride rolls his eyes, getting up from where he sat on the bed, "Tend to him, won't you, [Y/n]?"