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As the morning had begun and I stood tall and organized along the hallways of the residence, I had already commenced my writing of a new report intented for Heaven. Writing along my expectations for this day in Hell as well as the expectations I had for the new sinner.

I had no response to my prior report which had dampened my mood by a mile but I had kept myself composed. I let the unfinished report vanish from my sight as I sighed, advancing down the red-velvet stairs...

So it had seemed that every soul and entity in the residence had been occupied with their own forms of escapades. I felt myself beginning to think, I had quickly ran a gentle hand through my hair as I stalked off to my assigned bedroom, swinging the door ajar as I had pushed myself through.

Where do I come in all of this? How do I stay productive when not assisting Charlotte or her peers?

I laid my back against the door, looking over the small endearing trinkets located in various spaces of the room. I sighed, holding my head as my gaze dropped.

"And so the lion approached the silent lamb." my head shot upwards, meeting a pair of glistening bright-red eyes. I gasped as I pressed my back further into the door. My expression twisted into a perplexed suppression of a look. Before me stood a mischievous face that had belonged to non-other than the acclaimed Lucifer Morningstar... ! He had peered up at me with a mockingly-innocent expression.

"Lucifer. What in Heaven's grace are you doing here?"

"Came to visit an old companion... Guess you would know her. You do very well, I mean ..."

I blinked a few times, looking off to the side... He had stepped back as he let me step away from him and the door. I held my arms gently, soothing myself. As I met his eyes again his expression appeared remotely softer. I kept my face neutral.

I might've forgave you... But I still remember what happened. The wound has been re-opened and every blasted time I stare into your apologetic face... your blackened fingers slowly press themselves more into the broken barricade of my skin.

"I ... We're not companions, Lucifer." his face slightly dropped but he held himself tall, moving to brush his fingers along his hair. I felt a dire lump form in the back of my throat, seeing the shiny ring adorning his finger...

It should've been me.

I shook my head, turning away to now stare into the dark-mahogany wall.

"I'd like to be... Atleast, again, I would. You've meant so much to me, it hurts to be estranged." I had moved to grip my hair gently at his words, pulling a few strands at the ends. I did not wish to cause harm by my words, the harsh acidic words that were brewing within myself... I turned to gaze at him with a look of kindness, reluctantly.

"It is a tragedy. As much as you are, Lucifer. But I fear I cannot be with you what we once were, in a sense of platonic nature, that is."

He moved to hold onto my hand unexpectedly, the cold metal of his ring had made me internally hiss. I felt myself instinctively avert my eyes  refusing to meet his of desperation.

"My Starlight! You're my most terminal attempt of familiarity in this Hell!

You were correct! You always were! I should've never rejected your words! And I've realized, I've truly... truly realized...

That I've got nothing left to lose." he had brought my hand towards him gradually, moving to place it onto his face. I held onto it gently as I watched him... I had grimaced, looking down.

"It's too late, Lucifer-"

"No! It's not too late... It'll never be! You promised you'd follow me... You might've broken that promise once but it has never been renewed, it still applies! Say you'll follow me now, cast away our past and let the present commence."

"Lucifer. It mutilates me to be here with you ... in your presence. To feel your skin, to ... to have to ... to see the band hugging onto your finger.

It hurts to know so much of us is left on the Planet we had nursed for Father God... To have ourselves tied by name."

I had moved away from him once more, holding onto my own hands as I stared into my palm... A lingering ghost of a burn etching the sides. I heard Lucifer softly scoff, but not in a demeaning way.

"It will ease... I promise it will. Please, let us relive and rekindle something destroyed." I sighed, staring at him with narrowed eyes as my brows came to a furrow.

"Fine... I'll... I'll follow you. You be my lead, I stand with you... not against you." I had dipped my head politely, as if I were paying respects to a dead friend... My palms pressed against eachother. Lucifer's eyes seemed to glisten as it bore into mine. I gave him a slight smile, a sad-longing one.

"I won't disappoint you again. Until the end, until this pool of blood... I mean this."

He had instantly brought himself closer to myself, pulling me gently with his trembling arms. Flush against him, my hands upon his chest as we embraced warmly. I felt my eyes water as my head wanted to spin, gripping his coat delicately. I quickly hid my face as I pressed it into his shoulder...

The Moon needs the Sun to shine.

I.

But the Sun doesn't care about that.

He.

Because it's focused on the Earth.

She.