HOME
Home isn't a place.
It is and it is not.
Lucifer indeed felt something different, something better, the moment he came back on Earth. The sun, the breeze, human noises of preposterous activities instead of noises of painful guilt. Anything, besides the Silver City, would feel like 'home' after Hell.
Yet, it's none of those things that truly make him feel that way.
It is not a thing.
It is a place, a person.
Lucifer closes his eyes and breathes in her scent, her real presence. He puts as much strength and feels in the embrace that she does.
This… this is home.
She is his home.
