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Lucifer was on his way out when he saw you standing in front of the door that he had just opened. He took a step back in surprise. He looked you up and down. You were covered in blood. You didn’t look injured as you were standing straight, arms by your side and your face looked pain free. Your eyes were vacant, looking through the demon as if he wasn’t there, real, in front of you. He bent down to look you in the eyes, you still didn’t move nor flinch. He used his hand to tilt your head slightly and he whispered your name. You didn’t react. He started to get worried about your state so he grabbed your hand with his gloved one and squeezed it. He turned around, your hand still in his and started to walk back inside the house. You followed him slowly, quietly. You started to shiver, he could feel your hand shaking. He stopped and stood in front of you. He put his hands on your shoulder and slightly shook you. He was at a loss about what was happening to you. He started to speak to you in a calm tone while holding your hands. You were reacting to his kind words, blinking faster, squeezing his hands to let him know you were still there but you just couldn’t talk nor do more with your body. You saw his face morphed into relief. He stroked the side of your head and kissed your forehead. He didn’t mind the blood splattered on it, especially when you shivered even more at his kiss making him smile against your skin.
He turned and walked towards the bathroom with you in tow. He opened the door to the bathroom and was thankful that all his brothers were out for the day. He was wondering what happened to you and why you were covered from head to toe with blood. Demon blood? He could only guess. He let you enter the room first and guided you towards a stool where he gently sat you down. “Don’t move”. You were sitting, staring in front of you again, eyes vacant. He came back with some fresh clothes and your towel. He took his gloves off and softly grabbed your hands to pull you up so you could stand. You were still shivering which made your knees weak. You couldn’t stand up without falling so Lucifer sat you back down. He let go of your hands and knelt in front of you. He helped you undress. He started with your jacket, you were still wearing your RAD uniform. It made him perplexed as he knew you were supposed to be with Solomon, the sorcerer that was why you still had your uniform on. He put it aside, he unbuttoned the first button of your shirt. It showed some of your skin which was starting to form a bruise. He hurriedly unbuttoned the next three and shoved the fabric on the side. His fingers trailed softly your skin making you wince at the touch. Your whole body was starting to form bruises. He approached his face to your torso and brought his lips to your skin. Gently, he placed kisses on all the places he could reach where you have been hurt. The sweet attention coming from the demon made you come back to reality.
You finally looked at him, as if you were seeing him for the first time since you had arrived. He looked up and saw the light coming back into your eyes. He pulled away from you and smiled, relieved. He brought his hand to your cheek and you leaned into his touch. After a few seconds, he took the last buttons off and helped you get rid of the soiled cloth. You were watching him, taking care of you and your heart swelled. He helped you get up, an arm around your waist, so he could get rid of your bottom. You were now standing in front of the Avatar of Pride, undressed except for your underwear. You were still shivering but you didn’t know if it was from the cold or from the closeness with the demon who was still holding you. He made you sit down again while he started the shower. He undressed as well and stayed in his underwear. He checked the water’s temperature and stood in front of you. You were checking him out. It was a rare sight to see the fallen angel bare. When he had his back turned, you looked at his scars. You knew how he got them but you had never seen them before and when he was standing before you, you took your time to lift your head until you finally gazed upon his face. He had a smirk on his face but said nothing and he extended his hand which you took happily. He helped you get up and let you go into the shower first. He followed you and stood behind you. You were facing him away, he turned you around so now you were facing him. You felt the water on your skin and it reinvigorated you. You looked down and saw the water running from your body reddening. You felt Lucifer leaning towards you to grab something. He tilted your head and moved you so your hair was under the water. He moved his hands through your hair to get rid of the blood as much as possible before shampooing it. He used some shampoo on his hands and washed your hair, giving you a nice scalp massage. You let him do it, enjoying the feeling of becoming clean. You closed your eyes while you put your hand on his chest to stabilise you. The sudden touch of your skin against his made his heart skip a beat. It made him stop washing your hair and you opened your eyes.
He was looking at you, his eyes shining. You smiled at him and he responded the same. He rinsed your hair and grabbed a towel and soaked it under the water. He cleaned your face, erasing all traces of blood ruining your beauty. “There, perfect.” He smiled and kissed your forehead. You had never seen this soft side of Lucifer and you quite liked it. It made your heart flutter. He made a gesture for you to clean your body. You grabbed a bottle and saw your hands. Even though they were under the water, some blood was still clinging around your nails’ beds, under them and some creases. You froze, mid movement and Lucifer understood what was happening. He grabbed the bottle and your hands. He poured some liquid onto your hands and lathered it up. He took the towel he used on your face and scrubbed them up with it. He was gentle with you as if you could break at any moment. You were staring at both your hands and started to get into your head again. Lucifer used his hands to carry on washing the rest of your body while you were still staring at your hands. He pushed you slightly under the shower so the water could rinse the soap away. It made you snap back to reality and you finally let your arms fall to your sides. You looked at Lucifer and you smiled, exhausted. Lucifer got out of the shower first and grabbed a towel. He opened it up for you to step inside. He wrapped you in it and stopped the shower. You stood there, watching him while he dried himself off. You were glad, he didn’t ask any question, you were glad it was him who was at home, you were glad he had this soft spot for you. When he faced you, you took a step towards him and wrapped your arms around his chest. Your towel fell from your figure while tears fell from your eyes. So much sweetness from this powerful and terrifying demon was too much especially after what happened. The contrast was too much for your heart.
Lucifer, a bit shocked by your movement, snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you tighter. He didn't know what happened and he didn’t care as long as you were with him, trusting him to take care of you. He swayed you slowly to calm you down. You felt better and slightly pulled away but he kept his arms still wrapped around and pulled you back on his chest. You let him, he needed it as much as you did. He held you even tighter and pressed multiple kisses on the top of your head. You stayed like that for a few minutes, enjoying the silence and the presence of each other. He grabbed another towel, still with you in his arms and dried your hair. He took the towel that fell off you from the floor and dried softly and slowly the rest of your body, kneeling to do your legs. Your heart skipped a bit at the sight. You realised that he did it earlier but you were so spaced out that you didn’t realise at the time. A powerful demon, kneeling in front of you and drying you off was an even rarer sight than seeing him half-naked. He left you in the bathroom but came back with a long shirt for you to wear. He helped you get dressed then dressed himself in his pyjamas. He took your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom. You followed him to his bedroom. He pulled the sheet back and shoved you gently on the mattress. He joined you and pulled you against his chest. You chuckled at his actions, as if he needed it to be close to you. You wrapped your arm on his torso and leaned your head against his chest, listening to his heart. You trailed your fingers on his side while he did the same on your back. His constant heartbeat started to make you sleepy and just before you fell into a deep slumber, you heard him whisper, “good night, darling. We’ll talk tomorrow.”