hellxknights answered:
Ellie Goulding - Home Wash the dirt, a hard days work. Fifthly and covered in dirt that is how she used to return to her place in Hell. Working as a Knight for Lucifer has its ups and downs always and forever. She enjoyed destroying the Earth the one place created by the person who cast him aside from their previous home - Heaven. Home was a foreign word for her, never truly belonging anywhere but where she stayed she made it comfortable to be lived in. Lonely thoughts seep into my mind. Some days when she was far away from her home loneliness laid itself on her shoulders though the demon rid of those quickly. Not needing such sentiments in her life. Only a couple of times does she recall to go to him and lay inside of his bed not saying anything just staying there. ”My home…this will be always my home…" Murmuring the words she slowly pushed herself away from the silk sheets, it was time for her to leave - work was calling, he made his orders, Abaddon would obey. Glancing back at the man laying still on the bed, their eyes met for a brief connection. She halted waiting in case he had anything to add.
Not many did have a direct access to his chambers and even less to the got to see those places he rested in. For most of the demons a short visit in his office to see their ruler and creator had to suffice.
But it was different with Abaddon. Knowing how recless she could be, he had to create the right atmosphere, the relation in which she would feel needed and thus dependant on Lucifer, so that he wouldn’t have to lose the only Knight remaining in Hell. After all, in case he happened to handpick another group of Knights, she would have to be the one to teach them about their duties. And so, she ended up having privileges, he never imagined giving to any other demon. Pretty sure she was aware what it all was for, being chosen by Lucifer, she wasn’t dense.
Of course, she did not get to see his bedroom. He wouldn’t allow such a stain on his sheets. Therefore whenever he’d expect her to come, he would change the chambers. There he could lay beside her for as long as she needed to recollect herself before taking care of yet another assignment.
When she lifted up to look in his eyes, he smiled. His eyes still remained cold and distant, but the smile was that of a father, who expected his child not to disappoint him. “He’s in his cell.” was all he said, believing that long years of practice taught her how to get information needed from the hostage.
