[Lucifer]

Dastran wouldn't stop staring at me as I paced the floor.

We had arrived at my apartment, three hours ago, and I had told Ollsor to call, Debbie. A pride demon that was as old as my father and knew a thing or two about how to treat the Divine and Damned. In other words, she was kind of like a doctor.

Belle was still in the mind induce coma I put her in, and a guilty feeling nags at my heart.

Can demon's even feel guilty?

My orange eyed friend gazes at me confused. He hadn't asked me any questions when I demanded his uncle to release, my protected. He's been quiet since we flew here. 

Debbie flies down from the second floor. Her violet eyes filled with sorrow, but expression held her dignity well. "There's nothing more I can do, Lucifer." She pushes her cat -like glasses back on her nose. "She's fine physically, but her mind... it fractured a bit. You left many of her younger childhood memories shattered. The only way you can fix it is by bonding with her."

I shake.

I can't bond with her. 

It's dangerous. I'm her protected, isn't that enough.

But I knew it wasn't. Being her protected only meant that I protected her from harm. 

Healing was on a whole different level. 

Plus, demon's only bond with their significant other if the other partner is welling, and if it's forced, without the others consent, it will be incomplete, causing them both to go rogue.

"You know I can't do that, Debbie." I argue. " You of all demon's should know that. Without her permission, I could hurt her even more then I've already did."

Debbie frowns, "Why is this human so important to you? I never seen you this anxious since your father left."

"That's what I want to know too." Dastran added, crossing his arms over his chest.

I glance back and forth between the demons in the room with me, debating wither I should tell them the truth or not.

What's the harm? They tell anyone, it's their word against mine.

In the end I told them everything. 

Debbie didn't say anything and Dastran eyes where wide in shock.

"So, the Divine, that we were supposed to kill is your protected?" He spoke. "Well, that's just fuckin great. What in the seven hells are we supposed to tell Mrs. Zygon, hmm...?" 

"I don't know okay, I'm fuckin overwhelmed with the whole thing at the moment, so please give me like a week to process everything." I scrub my hands over my face tiredly.

When well this shit end? When will I be able to take a break?

You never will Lucifer

Shoving the negative thought out of my mind I turn my attention back in the current company in my living room. The sudden urge to be alone comes over me. I need to collect myself. Reevaluate. 

"Leave." I spoke pointing to the door.

"Bu-," Dastran began, but Debbie beats him to it.

"Come on, Das, let's leave him be for now." She pulls at the greed demon's arm, leading him towards the door. " Call me when she wakes."

I nod as the door closes with soft thud behind them.

My apartment is completely silent, besides the soft thump of a heartbeat and rhythmic breathing coming from Belle on the second floor.

Tiredly I slump on the couch running my hands through my hair.

Stress. 

I, Lucifer Morningstar is stressed. 

Making sure all the door and windows are locked, I checked on my little divine, before flying off into the night.

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