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You entered Lucifer's office. The soft popping sounds of fire sizzling, the gentle tapping of his pen as he sat on his desk writing away on the papers infront of him, were the only sounds that filled the room. It was a silent escape from the everyday havoc with the brothers, a place where he could do his work in comforting silence. You had a Hell Coffee you'd brewed for him, as his usual workload had increased due to his brothers recent antics. He knew you were there, and getting closer to him you see the bags under his eyes. Setting the cup down on his desk, a soft clunck as to not disturb the silent atmosphere.
He set down his pen and stretched, leaning back on his chair. He softened and thanked you, grabbing the cup and taking a sip. His relaxed yet tired expression he wore when he finished his sip, his eyes half closed as he seemed to smile at the taste. He took another drink, this time feeling more motivated. It seemed that your coffee helped him, you couldn't help but feel relieved. He tends to work away in his office helping Diavolo in his papers, helping him at least in small portions made things easier for him. Especially when it was you.
"Are you tired, MC?" He asked, his demeanor now switched to his usual self.
"A little, but it's okay I sleep late anyway." You say, half smiling at him trying not to worry him.
You couldn't tell his expression, but you had a feeling he wasn't too pleased with your lack of sleep. Ironic when it's from the sleep-deprived demon representing Pride itself. He gestured for you to sit on his lap, pushing his chair back. You accepted it, as this was an invitation he would only make for you. When you sat down on his lap, he wrapped his arms around you. He nuzzled your neck, his warmth made him feel like being wrapped by a warm, soft blanket. His breathing was warm, hearing his heart beat so close to you. You felt yourself wrapping your arms around him too.
"Don't over do it." He said simply. His words lulling in your ears. He felt so good to embrace, to be near him, to feel his touch, every breath. Calling him an angel would be an insult.
"I'm not." You replied. "I'm sleeping well." You felt like you could melt in his arms.
Time moved slow, yet you wanted this moment to last longer. You felt so at peace, you hadn't even noticed you fell asleep. You half woke up slightly when you saw you were being carried by Lucifer. He walked to your room and settled you to the bed. You clung to him, not wanting him to leave. He sat down beside you, petting your hair slowly.
"I'll always be here for you, so go to bed." He said keeping his voice low, gently grabbing the hand that was holding onto him.
"Promise?" You say, your voice barely heard expect for him.
"Of course." He leaned down, landing a kiss on your forehead. "Always and forever." You released your hand, letting him tuck you in. "Goodnight, MC."