Lucifer sat far away from any civilization, as he would every once in awhile after she died.
Natalie McAllister, she had barreled into his life and made roots into his once cold heart and made it lukewarm. It was like that no matter how hard he fought it, she stayed. He hated it but he wouldn't have it any other way. Maybe.
But then what came next was what he hated most about humanity. She had become old and frail before passing away. It tore him apart, much to his dismay, tyo consume her soul.
But a deal was a deal.
Now, the voices reared their ugly heads to lash out at him once more. With them, screaming like the fucking banshees they were, it always gave him a massive migraine.
"Monster, Monster~ How could you?" They'd ask, in a warped version of their body. He just wanted to rip them apart, but they knew he'd never hurt her. "You ate me, how could you? I thought we were best friends, you MONSTER!"
"Stop. Just shut the fuck up. You aren't her." He held his head with a groan as the warped being of Natalie laughed. Eventually, though, their laughter died down and gave him relief. A pair of hands touched his and he looked up with a glare, about to yell at the voices. He stopped when he saw a bruised and battered Nat.
"You aren't really listening to them, are you? Did you not hear me before? You are not what they say. You know that, Lucifer." She croaked out, hurting all over but smiling anyway. "I know that most of the time you are just being who you are while doing your job. But I never, ever, will believe for a second that you are a monster."
"…. Girl…. You need to watch it. This is starting-"
"To annoy you, by it sounding like a chick flick? I know." She giggled, Satan kept his frown. He'd never admit it but with her around he didn't hear their chatter, their screaming. He just heard her, no matter how much it annoyed him.