#I'm a sucker for a secret soft overworked sadist

[buryyourfavouritestrope]

I lied - Om! Lucifer

Author Note: Okay, so I'm mildly obsessed with Obey me, Why does the game have such an enticing plot, and characters with actual depth. It's so fun to play and addictive, I found the gif on Google, but fun fact, I now have the Lucifer and Diavolo UR+ for the Colour Nightmare event thing and I'm just happy about it.

The same flashing cursor had begun blurting profanities at her as she deleted her newest sentence. Her device fell flat against her stomach as she tilted her head back, how many times had she taken note of every dip and dent in the ceiling above her. Or the way the vines that encased her walls stopped just beneath the border as though the surface constricting its growth was a lake of pure acid.

With a harsh exhale of air, she closed her eyes, she allowed her mind to slip into the fantasies that filled her dreams. She allowed the moment of solace as she struggled with her words to encase her with a false sense of peace. A flurry of carmine would swim over her eyelids, accompanied by the ghosting touch that skimmed her skin littering it with small bumps. If she allowed herself to drown further in the fantasy, she was certain she’d hear the soft chuckle reserved for their intimate conversations.

She wouldn’t know, that down the corridor locked away in the confines of his own room, that his actions perfectly mirrored hers. Albeit he held his head in his hands discarding his device almost immediately. In the thousands of years that he had been around he’d never faced a loss for words. Not even as he begged the future ruler to save his innocent sister. Not even when he pledged his undying allegiance to the man even when it cost him a portion of his pride to bow to another being.

The demon had resigned his work for the evening; he’d blame sleep for clawing at his shoulders but if he were honest it was the thoughts. A devilish fiend had hovered in the back of his mind slowly nibbling at his ideologies. He wasn’t sure when she had infected his daily routine, and for a while he wondered if one of Satan’s curses actually managed to affect him.

A harsh sigh fell from his lips as he pulled his fingers over his face, the tips digging hard into the flesh in an attempt to tear himself from the thoughts. He needed something to relax him.

Her hand remained transfixed on her forehead; eyes still firmly closed as she rubbed at her skin. Time was running out for her; she knew that every day she looked at her phone. Soon she’d be back home, bathing in the sullen glory of loneliness, where the only excitement would be the endless bills she’d need to catch up on. She didn’t believe the brothers would text her, she didn’t think the best friend she’d found in a mysterious Butler would visit and nor did she think that he would ever think about her after the exchange came to an end. She needed something to relax her.

As if they could read the mind of the other, they both opened their eyes. They lifted themselves from their furniture and proceeded to head to the one place that could settle the discord in their brain. It came as a surprise that they hadn’t bumped into each other until they had both entered the Kitchen. She barely noticed him as she reached the cabinet full of teacups, her fingers barely touching the ceramic handle of the nearest one.

He’d seen her almost immediately; his breath stilling in his chest as he fought back the urge to call out to her. He was certain it would scare her and though he found it endearing when she became startled and placed a panicked hand over her heart, he knew it would fan the flames. A soft smile danced across his features as he watched her stand on her tip toes, her fingers frantically flapping at the cupboard as though the mugs would notice and waddle to the edge for her. He’d be damned if he wasn’t willing the inanimate object to do so.

“Allow me’ He cleared his throat; the demon made short work crossing the floor. She jumped, her feet landing flat against the cold flooring as she turned wide eyed to see him. He didn’t look at her as he pulled the object from its home. He placed it beside her on the counter, before reaching for his own cup. “it appears we had the same idea” He added in jest.

“Did you also have a problem that only tea could solve?” She laughed; her words had roused a chuckle from his lips as he set about brewing the tea. He chose her favourite; even though he hadn’t been rather fond of the blend, he chose her favourite. He didn’t notice the way her eyes darted from him to the ground as though she was fighting her own mind.

“You could say that, it’s getting late, and we have an early start tomorrow, shouldn’t you be asleep? Or was Solomon’s overly spiced Bat stew gnawing at your insides.” Lucifer questioned; he was aiming for a light joke.

“Oh, don’t remind me of that, I think the bat actually winked at me. Although now I think about it, you were sat next to me. I think it was hitting on you instead” She answered, a laugh fell from both of them as they stood in the comfort of each other’s presence. It crossed their minds simultaneously, the doubt that had them questioning why they overthought their words. Why they hadn’t just sent the messages they had made for each other.

The kitchen fell into a silence as they looked away from the other, he kept his focus on the cup beneath him, whilst she remained fixated on a spot ahead of her. They listened to the door open gently as they assumed Beel snuck his way through the room; their suspicions were confirmed as the fridge opened.

“Beel, if you reach for anything that doesn’t have your name on it, they’ll be severe consequences” Lucifer sighed. He heard an unceremonious mumble as Beel rummaged around a little longer and left as quietly as he had come. “I have something I want to-“

“I lied” She interrupted him, her eyes closing as she shrunk in on herself. He frowned, the phrase itself had come as no surprise to him. He knew what she meant, even before she had made up her mind to inform him. He’d spent the whole week fixated on their previous conversation. Right now, she stood inches from tears as she stared at her demon. “I told you I was fine with our limited time but I’m not. I never was.”

A soft smile ensnared his lips as he let her worries sit stagnant in the air. Not much got by Lucifer unnoticed, he had known her feelings all too well. He had known the very second, she had smiled at him back then. It had been a foolish attempt to hide the agony burning in her, she had chosen to spare him the harm of watching her heartbreak.

“I keep thinking when I go back, you’ll move on. I’ll be a name on a long list of people who used to be special to you. I keep imagine that we’ll never see each other again, and I’ll never get to help you groom Cerberus or help you when you’re overworking and just need someone to tell you to stop” She cried, the tears had begun to fall now.

“I know” He uttered, his hand falling against her shoulder as he pulled her against him. It was his attempt at comfort, he watched as she buried her head in his chest and held him as tightly as ever. “I want to be selfish and beg you not to go home, I want to be selfish and ask you to be damned to an eternity down here because at least you’ll be with me. But I can’t, all I can do is promise you that nothing will change. My darling, you will never be unloved by me, you are too well tangled in my soul. Let’s go get some rest”

He’d take her to his room, he hold her for as long as she needed him, he hold her for as long as he needed her.