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Oh.

He looked up at his lover, adoration written plainly across his face, unable—unwilling—to hide how utterly undone he was by something so simple.

So domestic. Just the way his demon knew he loved it.

Alastor’s smile gentled, just a fraction, as his thumb brushed along Lucifer’s cheekbone.

“I doubt it’s anything close to whatever you’ve come prepared—and proceeded to cancel,” Alastor said lightly, tone teasing rather than accusatory. “But… I do hope you enjoyed yourself tonight?”

Lucifer chuckled, soft and breathy. The lingering embarrassment over his secret deal finally dissolved, replaced by something warmer—something that settled deep in his chest until his eyes shimmered faintly with unshed tears.

A princessed locked up in a tower protected by a mighty dragon, sound familiar to you? But is it truly as it sounds, or maybe something more?

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“I-I don’t want to fall asleep here! You’ll have back pain tomorrow…” You try to fight the drowsiness. After all, you don’t want to burden Isa by falling asleep on him like this. The poor guy! Yet, he merely raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, Sif… You know, I have legs, and I know how to use them! Once you’re asleep, I’ll carry you to our room and tuck you into bed. You’re not trapping me on the couch, and… you’re light as a feather, honestly. So relax! It’s no problem at all.” You want to argue, but he ends the discussion by softly scratching your scalp. Within seconds, you’ve drifted off, nestled comfortably against Isa’s chest with a smile on your face.

Isa lets out a quiet “Awww” as he watches your peaceful expression, chuckling softly when he hears you purring.

Lucifer's eyes glinted mischievously as he stretched, patting his chest in an invitation that was met with a confused look from the demon. “Ah, ah~ My cuddles first?”

Alastor tilted his head, finally deciphering Lucifer’s request with a bemused sigh before obliging in his own unique way: he plopped himself right on top of the Devil. “This couldn’t possibly be comfortable for you…” he murmured doubtfully, lifting his head to look at Lucifer, whose smirk only widened.

“Says who?” Lucifer chuckled, tracing a finger along Alastor’s back with an air of languid amusement. “Besides, from here, I get an excellent view of your tail—a little bonus,” he teased, eyeing the delicate curve of Alastor's tail as it flicked with the occasional amused twitch.

Lucifer let out a soft sigh of contentment. ‘What a lovely day,’ he thought.

"So, how’s the date for you~?" Lucifer mused aloud, his tone light. "Hopefully, I’m not the only one enjoying it?"

Alastor hummed in contemplation before replying, “It would have been perfect had you not been your stupid self earlier.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, though there was no bite in his reaction. He allowed Alastor to get away with using a synonym for 'foolish,' despite his earlier protests, because, well, it had been a reckless decision on his part.

“Yeah, well, I’ll take it as a win, honestly,” Lucifer mused, settling back into the peaceful ambiance.

“Y-You’re not gone,” Alastor whispered, his voice trembling, as tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His disbelief shattered, crumbling into something more vulnerable, more raw and unbearable than he could have ever imagined.

“You can’t be. You’ve survived worse than this—literally with the only weapon that could kill you, right? Wasn’t that what you said? That you’d always survive, stubborn mule that you are?” he whispered, shaking his head again as he glanced at his own ring. “Your piece of light is still with me, mon mari… so you can’t possibly—”

[A small tribute to my dear turtle, Willie, who has now rejoined her siblings, her battle finally over. I’ll miss all six of you, my darlings…