Devil's Little Guardian
"So, are you ready to obey my orders?" His deep ocean voice fanned against her slightly twitched earlobe. "Y-yes, master." "Break a rule, you will be facing the same punishment as that douche." He smirked pointing at the cell which was completely dark and covered with magical dusts. Kristen choked out hearing the painful cries from the cell. That man had been suffering the same pain since the past two hundred years. He will suffer until some one replaces her master, the Devil himself.
HEALING POWERS
"Lucifer?" Kristen called softly.
"Oh, the angel is up." Lucifer chuckled as he tried to sit p on the bed, putting a little force on his elbow.
"Stay in bed, you idiot!" Damon huffed as he pushed the other back to bed.
"Geez. It hurts." Lucifer squealed as he scrunched his face.
His wings mark were just healing, the stitches were still fresh as hell and every time he moves in the bed, his back was getting pressed against the medicinal herbs. It was stinging so bad that even when he was unconscious, he could feel the pain. He was pretty sure that he cried a river and was ashamed to face them.
"You have cried enough for a Devil. Pull yourself together." Damon scoffed as he moved closer to inspect the man.
"Are you fine?" Lucifer asked the girl who was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Yes, she is all fine." A kid answered instead of her making Lucifer groan.
'Can you all simps get out and give us some privacy?"