(Part 2)
Imagine you make hell’s coffee for Lucifer, and Lucifer smiles as he sips on it, the bitterness an evidence of your love. Lucifer swears the coffee gets more bitter each time you make it for him.
One day, you and Lucifer get into an argument. And it’s no small argument, with tears flowing, words said that would later be regretted, and no resolution as you part ways. Mammon, after having comforted you, tells Lucifer what he said was messed up and he should apologise. He doesn’t at first. The Avatar of Pride doesn’t do apologies.
But after a day or two of sitting on it, of seeing your tear stained face, of clipped answers from you, he decides he can’t take it. You two talk, you make up, and Lucifer feels a weight off his shoulders. You smile at him, but it looks so tired; Lucifer tries to brush it off, you’ve only just made up, emotions are probably still high. It will take some time to get back to normal.
You bring him hell’s coffee again, you exchange smiles and after you leave, he has a taste. And he pauses. It used to be more bitter than this, right? He thought back to the last time you made him this coffee: the day before the fight.
No, it has definitely lost its bitterness. Lucifer has lost your….
