Tired. You were tired. Your mind and body couldn’t handle anything else, at least not today.

The brothers took full advantage of Lucifer’s absence to create a scene like never before. Everything started with Leviathan running into the Common Room and yelling at Mammon for stealing his money. The Avatar of Greed denied his brother’s accusations. They went back and forth until Levi grabbed a vase near him and chucked it at his older brother, who quickly dodged the object.

If only it had stopped there. The vase crashed into the center table and knocked over Asmo’s new nail polish into a plate of food. Seeing his lunch tainted by the bright orange nail polish, Beel became angry and yanked his hand away from his older brother’s grip.

Within seconds, Asmo’s efforts to make Beel’s nails look beautiful were ruined. The Avatar of Lust gritted his teeth but lost control of his temper when he saw his expensive nail polish pouring out of the bottle.

“Levi! Mammon! How could you?!” Asmo yelled as he threw the nail polish bottle at his third brother.

It still didn’t stop there. The remaining orange nail paint flew out of the bottle’s opening and landed on the open pages of Satan’s new book. The Avatar of Wrath joined the war after that.

Belphie was kind enough to grab to hold back his twin, but his patience ran out when the side table slammed into his back. With a growl, Belphie picked up a piece of the broken center table and tossed it at Satan. He managed to move out of the way, but Simeon paid the price for Satan’s actions. Luke, who was cowering in the corner, began to cry when Simeon passed out.

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When Lucifer returned home, he found you curled up on the sofa in his bedroom. Your eyes were red and puffy, your hair disheveled, and your shoulders slumped in exhaustion. He didn’t need to ask what was wrong. Lucifer took a step forward but hesitated to approach you. Even from a distance, he could make out the remnants of dried tears on your cheeks. He was responsible for your current state, after all – had he not left his brothers in your care, you would have been fine.

He removed his fur-trimmed black coat, tossed it on the bed, and loosened his tie. His brothers were not going to get away with causing you unnecessary stress. Lucifer quietly scooped you in his arms and sat down with you on his lap. You rested your head against his right shoulder and melted in his embrace.

For a while, you basked in each other’s warmth in silence, the only sound coming from the flames cracking in the fireplace. He was the first to break the moment of tranquility.

“I apologize for the pain I caused you today. What can I do to make up for my mistakes?”

“Hold me close…and don’t let go.”

A soft smile spread on his lips as Lucifer curled one finger under your chin. He slightly tilted your head up before capturing your lips into a kiss. One kiss turned to two, two continued to three, and three went on countless.