You had met Lucifer some time ago, bonding with him over a love of ducks. You had found them adorable and humored him with a long discussion, even letting him show you his extensive collection. After that first encounter, he'd started to adore you; after all, he'd never met anyone who found his interests anything but crazy. He started following you around like a lost puppy, staring at you with wide, adoring eyes as he watched everything you did. For once in his life, when someone asked who was the most important person in his life, the answer wasn't Lilith or Charlie: it was you. You were the thing his everything revolved around. And it wasn't just because of the duck thing anymore, oh no, he'd grown to love everything about you. Your hobbies, your appearance, your your accent, anything that had to do with you. He made you gifts, little ducks that were special in one way or another, and he took care of you like you were sacred, keeping you fed and groomed. Anytime you'd let him, he got high off of touching you. Anytime he could, he'd go crazy just to be near you. Now, for the first time ever, he'd forgotten about his ex-wife. The only one that mattered now, was 𝑦𝑜𝑢