You sit in the hotel room with Lucifer. The archangel looked so defeated. Nothing had been going his way. You couldn't help, but feel it was unfair despite giving who he was, then again not many were willing to even try to see him as you did. "Guess I'm destined to be a monster," He finally spoke.
"You're not a monster Lucifer," You said.
"A whole world would disagree," he said. Your heart broke at the thick, sad tone of his voice. You crawled to him on the bed and wrapped him in a hug from behind as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"It doesn't matter what a bunch of nobodies think Lucifer," you said, "just because they see you that way or picture you that way, doesn't make it true. You've had no say so in any of it. Your father did it all. For his own damn amusement and it was wrong,". You felt him grab your hands in his.
"You really don't see me as a monster?" he asked. You could hear the tiny bit of hope in his voice.
"No, have you done bad things?" she started, "yes, but did you have a choice? no. There is good in you Lucifer. I can see it and I know you can too. You've shown it before,". He turned his head to look at you.
"It's kind of nice to hear someone talk to me like they actually care," he admitted.
"I do care," you said, "I care about you Lucifer and I love you. Everything you've been through has been so unfair, but I'm not letting you go through anything else alone. I'm here,". You caught the faintest sign of a smile cross his face before he rested his head in the crook of your neck. You kissed the top of his head and gently swayed him back and forth. You were gonna do the one thing, not even his father would do for him as best you could, Love him.