V I I I - [ D A E M O N ]

I'll give you that." Bub says as soon as Feia closes the door.

I nod, agreeing. "I don't know what, but there's something about her that really captures my attention."

"Reasonable," Bub shrugs. "She's hot as shit."

"Not way, Bub." I cross my arms in front of me. "And don't you fucking touch her."

"What if I, like, brush up against her as we walk through the hallway or some shit?"

Rolling my eyes, I say, "You know what I mean."

"No, I don't." Bub bats his eyelashes and gives me an innocent smile, dimples appearing on both sides of his cheek.

"You'd like to screw her, yes?"

"," Bub pouts, head slightly tilted. I scoff at him but say nothing, and not long later he starts throwing his head back in a laugh. "But seriously, though," he says as he flicks away a stray tear, "I don't want to screw her, not really—not anymore. Aside from the fact that you look like you're about to castrate me and throw me all the way down to the Pit of Souls, I also feel this sort of need to watch over her."

"Uh-huh. There's no need for that, really. I got it under control. Besides, if I don't have her under my watch, I've got Abigor to do it for me."

"Oh, you trust more than ?" Bub exaggeratedly brings a hand to his chest, expression incredulous. "I cannot you, Lucifer! How can you not rely on your , your one and only , ?"

"?" I give him a look of disgust. " ? Did we agree to make fucking friendship bracelets and have sleepovers in our fucking backyards?"

","

"Dear Satan, Bub. You're ridiculous."

"?"

Bub stares at me, eyes wide, and mouths,

"." I reply, half-whispering and half-shouting.

I snap my fingers while Bub dives under the bed to hide. "Chrisbitch, that you?" The voice says again, this time closer to the room. About a second later, Feia's sister appears at the door wearing a crop top two sizes too small and shorts so short it might have been hers from a couple years back. Her makeup is completely overdone; she looks like a fucking prostitute. "Huh, weird." She says, and shrugs. "I thought her mad hot best friend was here. Oh, well." With that, she leaves with a flip of chocolate hair.

Once I'm sure that she's gone, I make a gesture with my hand and the door closes slowly. I sigh in relief, and bend down to look at Bub. "You can come out now, Bub."

Bub peeps cautiously from under the bed and looks around, then proceeds to crawling out awkwardly due to the very limited space.

"You know you could've gone invisible like me, right?"

Standing up and dusting himself off, Bub shrugs. "I panicked."

"And to think that you're a god of the Underworld."

Bub ignores my comment. "Who that, though?"

"The sister."

He whistles in awe. "Man, hotness sure runs in this family. But shit, that one looks like a complete and utter bitch, don't you think she would work better as your right hand?"

"I already have Lilith to handle, I don't have more shits to give for another her."

"," Bub gives me his cheeky grin.

"Yeah, except not Satan. am." I sigh and shake my head. "Feia's taking a really long time."

"Lucifer, man, you need to learn how to chill. It's only been like, what? ? Girls take time like that."

"I'm gonna check on her."

"Lucifer, no. If anything, should be the one checking up on her. You know what I mean?" Bub winks at me and grins.

"Unfortunately so," I roll my eyes and shake my head. "Stay. Here."

Feia is singing along to a song that is emanating from her phone by the sink. She seems to be enjoying her shower—enough to make her oblivious of her surroundings, at least. I mean, who the hell wouldn't notice a demon over six foot tall standing in the same bathroom as you are?

Her shower curtain is semi-opaque, so even though I'm squinting at her through the material, I can only make out the shape of her body without the details; both thankfully and not.

Suddenly, she turns off the water and a hand reaches out to grab the towel on the rack beside the shower. She wraps it around her and steps out, still unaware that I'm standing silently by the door, watching.

"Well it's about you finish," I say, arms crossed in front of me.

She jumps back with a small yelp, hands clutching the part of the towel which is covering her chest. "Jesus fucking , Daemon! What the are you doing in my fucking ?!"

"Language, Feia." I give her a disapproving look before shrugging and saying, "I'm checking up on you."

"Couldn't you have waited ? Or at least fucking ?"

I take a couple of steps towards her. "You sure love using that word, don't you, my little Feia?" I let one of my fingers trace the soft edges of her jawline, which is still a bit wet. Lowering my head so that my lips touch her ears, I purr, "?"

Feia is unfazed. She simply places both palms on my chest and attempt to push me away, though to be frank, it isn't really working out for her.

"You're really heavy, you know that?" She mutters, still pushing.

"Heavy, ." I correct.

She raises both eyebrows and shrug, not denying anything I said. "Really, though, can you get out now so I can get changed?"

"Just go and change, Feia. Nothing's stopping you."

She throws both her arms up in the air. "I can't just while you're in here!"

"Technically, you can—"

"But I ." She glares at me accusingly and mutters under her breath, "."

The next thing I know, I am standing outside the bathroom.

I blink hard once, twice, thrice.

I furrow my eyebrows together in confusion, trying to make sense of what she just did.

I walk slowly back to Feia's room in complete incomprehension, eyebrows knitted together the whole way.

"Man, you look like you've seen a group of loving angels. What happened there?" Bub asks as I enter the room. Before I can even answer, he has this stupid wide grin on his face. "Wait, don't tell me—is she mindblowing? You lucky bastard, at least now I know you're not gay."