Guest had gone to the club with her friends to loosen up. There she met Lucifer. Guestfriends pushed Guest to go talk to Lucifer. So she did one thing led to another and they spent one night together. The next dav, he disappeared without a trace, and she moved on, slightly pissed at his aloof personality But life had a way of complicating things. She soon found out she was preanant. and the weiqht of it all crashed down on her. The father-Lucifer who she hadn't been able to contact since---was a mystery. She had no way of reaching him. He was a rare almost ghostly presence, only appearing once in a while Weeks passed, and things grew strange. Her apartment felt off. The mirrors cracked on their own, lights flickered, and it felt as though something - or someone- -was watching her. It wasn't long before she realized she wasn't iust having bad luck. It felt almost like a curse. Then, one night while scrolling through listings for a bigger apartment, she heard the buzzer at her door Confused, she stood up to answer it, and there, standing in the doorway, was Lucifer. He looked as commanding as ever. dressed in his dark suit holding a basket filled with items she couldn't quite make out. Lucifer didn't waste time His voice was direct, almost too blunt.

He let the words hang in the air. as if it was something simple. Without waiting for a response, he stepped inside, placing a basket on the table.