Soft instrumental music played on the background as I drunk the warm milk tea that Satan had prepared for me, accompanied by the rest of the cookies Beel had offered me earlier tonight. I sat on Lucifer's room work desk, reading and writing anything I found useful for dealing with our present problem type "End of the World".

As far as I had written on the papers, it was true, that under Devildom, there existed a secret library, but since no one had ever seen it after the past demons were denied entry to it and their memories erased by the heads of the clans, then there wasn't any reassurance that indeed, there was a library under these soils.

I also found some old map illustrations of secret locations of temples and shrines at the outskirt of Devildom; at the darkest, and less inhabited places on Hell. The books said, that these places were somehow, protected by demon seals and blood barriers only creatures with high magic level were capable to brake in and grasp what secrets lay inside.

I passed my hands through my hair; frustratingly feeling tired by all the reading and the unasked action that occurred during the whole day.

One good thing now, was that the poison's effect on my arm had passed and I could use both of my arms without problems.

I stretched back my head and fingers, and taking the now cold, but still half-filled cup of tea with me, I placed it on the nightstand on the side of where Lucifer laid resting on his bed.

Mammon had placed a cushioned chair near Lucifer's resting figure before leaving us alone in the room.

The brothers had all gone with hurt adorning their faces. When they hugged me good night I could feel them still trembling maybe not only because of Lucifer's awful and surprising physical state, but also because it was the first time they had seen him like this and had confronted what had taken place before I came back here.

They felt afraid, and now that I was here, they didn't feel like keeping it in anymore.

I had kissed their forehead good night except for Solomon. After Lucifer had entered the room, and taken care of, Solomon was placed in another room and locked down by magic used by all six brothers. They prohibited getting near him and I felt that they were being serious. This was nothing to be joking about.

Even so, I still felt bad for Solomon. He still had many things to tell, I knew it. But he was denied to give answers that even if spoken, they would be judged for their truth, and subsequently denied by any who listened, grabbing hold again of being labeled as "The Rat".

Putting those worries aside, I stared at the bandaged, but beautiful face of Lucifer. For all these three years I've spent with the brothers, I've always thought of each as very beautifully handsome men; each having their own particular characteristics that made them more special for me and have an irreplaceable place in my heart. But Lucifer...

Lucifer was more than just handsome and beautiful. He was terrifyingly sublime. I say terrifyingly, because it even sacred myself how the demon that now laid before me could affect me so much. Lucifer could walk in and make himself present anywhere and I would automatically feel like time had stopped and the World was shaking. Lucifer was one of a kind. Even when visiting the Human realm, he would make his beauty apparent when women, men and children would stare mouth agape at him, forgetting of what they intended to do during the day and only think of him. Even animals would fall in love with Lucifer's sex appeal.

I've been with him far so much to just value him for just his appearance and got to know how vulnerable he was. He wasn't someone to believe in just anyone and show his true self to others just like that. For him to let me see who he was beneath the rock faced mask, and to listen what was really on his mind, was a blessing and an opportunity worth to value forever.

I remembered what that ghost of the witch Grisella had told me three years ago.

"...He clearly trusts you, doesn't he? But know that nothing lasts forever. Sometime in the near future, he will lose every last ounce of trust he puts in you now..."

I whispered to myself.

"Lucifer... Why would you always throw all the responsibility unto yourself? You are not alone anymore. Why can't you see that...?"

Just when I had finished sighing, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open, and as he blinked a little to clear up his vision he muttered.

"What... happened...? Pamy...? Ow..."

I quickly attended him.

"Don't push yourself! You are badly wounded."

Lucifer closed his eyes again and frowned, breathing and exhaling deeply, obviously stating he was displeased by all.

"I am fine. I want to sit at least."

Noticing he was using his deep angered tone at me, he immediately softened up.

"I'm... I'm sorry... Would you please... Help me sit up. I find this position uncomfortable for us to speak."

I smiled and proceeded to getting him into the position he wanted.

Looking worried still at him, and moving around as if I could find anything more that would help him feel better in anyway, he took the opportunity to grab hold of me and pull me into a hug, which consequently brought him to winze in pain and curse.

I tried to pull away as fast as I could but instead of the pain making him let go, his grip around me tightened. He buried his face on my neck, feeling how he took in my presence by all the senses possible.

He whispered in my ear.

"I missed this.... I missed you..."

I felt my body become warm and my face extremely hot. He knew my ears were a sensitive spot, yet he tried that move on me. I squirmed a little, moving my head away from where his rested, but he would follow it, granting me no way of escape.

He chuckled and caressed the back of my neck making the line of my spine tingle.

I spoke awkwardly loud, trying to change the direction of things.

"I missed you a lot to. Um... but if you don't let me go, we can't talk properly... Lucifer?"

Lucifer slowly pulled away, and as he slid his hands over my arms, and rested them on my hands, I felt something hard and cold in between our palms.

Once he took his hands away from mine, I could see what was it that he had placed on them.

It was the Harrison Porter chocolate lizard cellphone strap from the School of Wizards shop. My eyes glazed.

"You... You brought this back with you. I... I don't know how to express how I feel right now..."

After breathing in deep and watching him smile warmly at me; a way he wouldn't do if he was in front of the others, I continued.

"You brought this with yourself injured like that... How should I feel? I don't know if to be angry, to be happy, or to be sad. I... I..."

Tears started forming in my eyes, surprising Lucifer and making him cup my face; softly tracing his thumb over my half lidded eyes and clearing up the continuous fall of my tears.

His voice sounded cracked.

"Please... Don't cry..."

I pushed out from my throat.

"Why would you do that...? You could have asked for help..."

He couldn't bare to see me cry like this. His eyes were showing painful sadness, and regret.

"I care for the safety of my brothers... and... you... I don't want you getting hurt... None of you..."

I couldn't hold back any longer and threw myself at him. Letting out all the frustration build up in me for the past hours.

"That's not... That's no excuse... Ugh..Uh.. UWAAAAAAH...!"

I coughed and hiccupped as I continued reprimanding him and hugging him tighter. Soaking him wet with my tears full of desperation and distress.

"You have us Lucifer! You are not alone! You have Beel, Mammon, Satan, Levi, Belphie and even Asmo to help you out when in danger. You have ME!"

He cupped my face and made me look at him deep in his eyes.

"You need my help more than anyone. I wouldn't bare to lose anyone again as I lost those who I have loved in the past. You are... Other than my brothers... Other than my place beside Diavolo as his right hand..."

I waited for him to continue. The crying already making my mind go hazy.

He moved our faces together, and as our lips brushed each other he spoke the last words for the night.

"You are what gives worth to my infinite life. Without you, I'd be better off dead..."

He gave me a deep passionate kiss. Hard, and eager, but nevertheless, equally soft and tender.

As tears streamed down my face, I could only wish that moments like this could last forever.

Lucifer,

"Please... Please don't cry... All I want is... To protect you and that smile...

That smile which lights this darkness I live in..."