warnings: female reader, angst angst angst, no comfort, talks of death/dying, existential fear, Lucifer cries, not edited
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You knew that last night you’d have a fitful sleep, tossing and turning in your bed like the last few months has so ungraciously given you. Your eyes are more swollen than usual this morning, but you know Asmodeus will be in soon enough to hide the bags under your eyes, even if he doesn’t realize that your strained skin and hair is due to lack of sleep from fear and anguish-not excitement.
As if on cue, your door opens and both Asmo and Mammon walk in, smiling as they sit beside you on your bed. Mammon ruffles your hair with a blush,
“Ya sure about this, mc? Lucifer is….Lucifer.” he chides, although there’s a loving smile on his lips as Asmo swats his brother away and clicks his tongue,
“Stop it Mammon! Her hair is already a mess, taming it is going to be a job today! You’re just so excited you’re practically speechless, aren’t you honey?” he beams, cupping your cheeks and laughing at the gentle smile you give him, nose stinging when you feel the springing of tears to your lashline.
“Ah?! I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to make ya cry! I promise, mc, I’m gonna be the greatest brother in law ya ever saw!” Mammon suddenly cries, thinking his teasing is the reason for your glassy eyes, “I-I’ll go and leave ya to Asmo…who’d better behave himself.” he grumbles, waving as Asmo hums and turns to you with a bright grin,
