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When you had a nightmare about Lucifer, you weren’t expecting it to be about him hurting himself and not you. But as you sit powerless in your state of sleep as your brain conjures images of Lucifer ripping his wind out, gouging the glittering gem from his forehead, covering his nails with his own blood, you can’t help but stir and turn until you wake in a cold sweat.
You don’t often have nightmares, despite everything you have been through in the Devildom. So when you have one and it’s about a person you love almost killing themself for an unknown reason? It strikes you as something to worry about. Of course you’re worried about him, but truly, it was just a nightmare. There is nothing to be worried about, it was nothing more than a figment of your imagination. And yet you find yourself wrapped in a blanket walking down the cold and empty halls of the house of lamentation, headed straight for the black haired demon’s room.
Sure he might not even be in his room, and even if he was, theres no way he would appreciate you bothering the little sleep he has just for some silly little nightmare. But if there was even a slim chance at him settling the fear in your mind, you would be willing to take that chance of being strung up to the ceiling tomorrow morning.
Of course things don’t always go as planned or expected. You were expecting a scolding, maybe sleeping, or most likely still in his office working hard when really he should be asleep. What you had no expectations for, was that your nightmare was right. And truly, you have no clue what to do in this situation. Should you try to comfort him? No he would most likely attack you in panic. Call diavolo? He would take to long. Get one of the brothers? Even Levi and Satan are asleep. So there’s only one choice…
“L-Lucifer?..”
you call, timidly stepping into his room and out from the door frame. His head snaps up to look at you. You feel overwhelmed by a need to hug and comfort him. He looks at you, his hands bloodied, the red gemstone usually bestowed on his forehead now on the ground, blood splattered around it and leaking down his face from the gaping wound on his forehead. He looks terrified, black tears dripping from his eyes as he sobs, still looking not saying a word.
“Lucifer.. oh my- Lucifer!”
You cant help yourself and run over to him, bringing him in an embrace, “Lucifer you’re bleeding a lot! We need to get this fixed immediately! I’ll call Diavolo!” You say immediately getting your DDD out to dial the prince. But you see bloodied claws simply swipe the phone out of your hand and onto the floor, you look up at Lucifer, his face bloodied and tear stricken. His eyes are blown wide, like he had just witnessed something horrific happening in front of him.
He doesn’t mind you after this, he goes back to trying to hurt himself with his nails as you dial the prince fast as you can, and when he does wake up, he doesn’t get a word out before you say “come to the house of lamentation, Lucifer’s room now! I don’t know what to do so hurry!” And hang up. In hindsight it might have been a bad idea to hand up when he could have given you advice but it’s too late now.
You try and get Lucifer to snap out of his harming trance for at most 20 minutes, and all you get form it is Lucifer slashing at you a couple of times and a couple of scratches. He’s moving rigidly, mechanical, all the while sobbing, panting, and mumbling about something you can’t make out over the sobs.
It takes just over 10 more minutes for Diavolo to arrive, and he immediately goes up to Lucifer’s room no questions asked. He hurried around to house in order to get to the other demons room and he arrives not two minutes later. He was not expecting what he saw in that room, a sobbing, bloody Lucifer, swinging at MC on the ground trying to calm him down. So the first thing he does is stop Lucifer from hurting anyone by grabbing his hands, restraining them comfortably.
The next thing he does is try to calm the arch demon down. “Lucifer? Lucifer it’s me Diavolo. There’s nothing to worry about, shh shh.” He whispers gently into his ear, bringing the demon into a gentle hold. Lucifer begins sobbing into his chest, wether it be from emotional or physical pain, he had no clue. But nonetheless, he begins rubbing Lucifer’s back in an attempt to sooth him, whispering words of praise to the devil. “MC, could you get some medical supplies?” He asks, still holding Lucifer tight, You nod headed downstairs to get the first aid kit from the cabinets in the kitchen.
“There there darling, you’re doing so well. MC has gone to get you supplies and we’ll fix you right up.” Diavolo comforts the wailing demon in his arms, finally stopping his train of thought to wonder what triggered him to go into such a rage anywho? Why did this even start? It doesn’t matter, he decides, what matters is that MC is back with the first aid.
Finally after two long hours of struggling with a sobbing and hissing Lucifer, they finally get him calm enough to put him in bandages.
His breathing is slowing, he is calmer. Snuggling into the humans arms as they and Diavolo bandage the rest of him. And eventually they get him into bed and asleep, leaving the big conversations for tomorrow.