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Chapter 16 was done rather fast (I had gotten some of it done before I posted the one yesterday)

♦️𝙰 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝; 𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙♠️

[TW the first part of this chapter has descriptions of violence (near death experience) and blood as well as guns and fire (and death) I promise there won’t be other chapters with as much blood and violence in the future]

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Even as they yelled after her, she ran. Even as she heard the distinct sounds of gunshots, she ran. Even as her legs begged her to stop, she ran. She couldn't stop, it was between life or death.

In an attempt to lose them, she dashed down an alleyway. Turning around to see if the coast was clear, another gunshot fired just as she tripped and fell.

It was the end if the line. She scrambled to get up, only tripping and falling over once more. Such bad luck, tripping not once but twice; going down an alleyway with no way out; trying to pickpocket a man whilst not knowing he was the leader of a gang.

Such bad, bad luck. That's all she was good for, bad luck.

"Nowhere to run now, lil lady."

"I'm— I'm sorry! Please! I didn't mean any harm... I'm just so far away from home and I have nothing... I promise it won't happen again!" She begged for their mercy.

"There ain't no such thing as 'forgiving' in this here town. Besides, don't you know not to take things that don't belong to you?"

"Of course! I'm sorry! Here!" She tossed him his wallet. "Really! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to— "

"Too late for that, lil lady."

All four silhouettes aimed their guns at her, the girl shielding her face as she braced for impact.

But instead, she heard one of the guys screaming.

Quickly uncovering her eyes, she watched in horror as one of the gang members was caught ablaze by some unknown force. After he was scorched to ashes, another one's gun blew up in his face, causing him to fall over and his body catch in fire. The leader and one other man stood alone as a cloud of purple smoke and bright spark appeared in between the girl and the gangsters.

As the smoke cleared, she watched in horror as they all recognized who had joined them in the alleyway.

"Hello boys." The Devil sneered.

Wasting no time, the two gangsters shot at the demon, only seeming to knock her back slightly. With a snap of her fingers, the barrels of both of their guns were bent, pointing directly at them.

"Shoot another damn bullet… I fucking dare you." The Devil spoke darkly.

The two gang members ran off, the Devil still standing with her back to the girl. She had no idea what the demon had in store for her. She herself had never seen a four person gang turn to a two person gang run off from one person. Not only that, but she was the Devil. Her purpose was to cause misery and break mortals' dreams and create chaos. Who knows what she was planning for her now that the gang was gone. It didn't matter how many times those gang members had shot her, she was the Devil.

Though, as the demon stood there, the girl became less and less convinced. The gang had surely shot her more than a dozen times, but she was immortal, she would be fine. Right...?

Swaying back and forth slightly, the Devil finally fell to the ground with a thud. Her trident clanked to the cement, bouncing just out of her reach. Not that she was reaching for it, she didn't move a muscle after she fell to the ground.

Taking that as a miracle, the girl hurried out of the alleyway and past the fallen demon. Coming to the end of it, she stopped dead in her tracks.

Devil or not, the demon had saved her life and here she was running off without so much as a thank you. She turned around a bit, the demon still not moving. Walking back into the alley a few steps, she stopped when she felt she was far enough away that she could run if the Devil were to wake up.

"Are... Are you ok...?" She asked, her voice echoing in the alleyway.

But the Devil didn't react whatsoever.

"Ma'am, are you ok?" She said more confidently, taking one more step closer.

Still nothing.

Just then, she saw it. A large wound on the Demon's hip, swimming in blood. Panicking, she looked around as if someone was nearby who could help. But at this time of night, the streets were desolate. Not one person. Just her and the Devil.

Kneeling down to be more level with the demon, she felt a sharp pain near her stomach. Immediately placing a hand over it, her white glove turned red from the blood of the bullet wound.

'I didn't dodge the bullet...' She stared in complete horror.

Snapping back to reality, she noticed that the demon's wound was only getting worse by the minute.

Untying her neckscarf, she was hesitant to actually follow through with this plan. This was the Devil after all. Glancing at her face, the girl let out a sigh before letting out a deep breath and began dabbing the blood to hopefully control the bleeding. Her father had taught her a bit about first aide- But nothing about demon blood. Not that she thought that she'd ever need it; in the 20 years of her life, she never once thought that her first encounter with the Devil would be like this. So she handled this situation as she would for a human. Applying pressure, she finally took another glance at the demon. Able to concentrate on her appearance now, she was almost surprised. Aside from the horns and tail, the Devil looked pretty... Average. Despite all the stories she had heard, the Devil's appearance seemed to contradict almost all of them. The demon almost looked friendly, but she should've known better. The demon most likely used this form to trick people. Though fallen down on the ground unconscious and bleeding, the Devil looked rather defenseless. Not in a negative light, but in a damsel in distress kind of way. She'd almost call her beautiful, though that just felt... Odd. Pretty or not, she was still the Devil. Like, the mistress of all Evil and the Queen of Hell.

Turning back to the wound, her efforts hardly seemed to be working. Her neck scarf appeared to have hardly done anything. Putting the scarf aside, she looked around. Panic setting in, she realized that she had no idea how to deal with this effectively.

She jumped at a quiet groan, the Devil's eyes blinked open to a narrow slit. Her eyes were an empty, yet oddly beautiful, shade of gold. Glowing in the darkness, her eyes fixed on the girl, the girl freezing in place. Though the demon seemed less angry and more confused. Unfocused. Like she was trying to remember what had happened. Hesitantly, the demon sat up, the girls falling backwards and backing away. She coughed as blood entered her lungs, making her fall back against the brick wall of the alleyway. She struggled to breathe, as she watched the Devil stand without much effort and go to her trident.

With a single strike to the ground, the magic of the demon's trident had healed her wound. She glanced back at the girl, who panicked, trying to explain herself but instead threw herself into a coughing fit, falling to the ground.

"You're a Dice, I presume?" The Devil knelt down to be level with her. "I'd recognize that dapper clothing anywhere."

"Go away— " She started, coughing once more.

"I see they got you pretty good." The Devil ignored her comment.

Unable to speak and verbally tell her to go, the girl mustered up all her strength to swing at the Devil, the demon easily catching her fist.

"Listen, this is important, I can help you... For a price." The Devil let go of her hand. "Judging by the fact that you're inhaling your own blood, you've only got a few minutes." She went on. "You can either die here or let me help you; for the small price of working for me under a contract."

The girl sat up, opening her mouth to speak, only to fall right back over in a coughing fit.

The Devil extended out her hand for a handshake, awaiting her to take the deal. Barely able to breath, her vision began to get fuzzy as she stared at the Devil's hand. Using what was left of her strength, she took the chance, agreeing to the deal and shaking the Devil's hand.

Not even a moment later, her lungs cleared, giving her a chance to breath once more. Feeling around where her wound once was, she was relieved to see that it was gone. She was ok. She wasn't going to die.

Her gaze redirected to the Devil to thank her for what she had done, however, her heart sank as she stared right at a contract and a quill.

"That's an awful lot of fine print."

"Don't worry about it, no one reads it anyway." The Devil placed a pen in her hand.

"I..."

"Don't go back on your word now... I hate it when people go back on their word." The Devil growled.

Nodding quickly, she hesitantly signed the contract, the shimmery, gold parchment disappearing with a spark as her own left the paper.

"There we are, the deal is done and the oath is sealed." The Devil sneered. "Welcome aboard, Miss Queen Dice."

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Queen Dice blinked awake that morning. It wasn't often that she had that dream of her first encounter with the Devil. Though they were happening more often than normal since she and Luci had started dating. It was just the beginning of a painful thought in her mind.

Their whole relationship had started with a simple contract 10 years ago... So was that all that it was...?

At some point the two of them had fallen asleep in the demon's bed together. She had been helping her Boss calm down from her stressful situation the day before and time had just gotten away from both of them.

Dice rolled to face the other, only to find the bed was empty. Of course, this was no surprise, she was well aware that her boss was quite an early bird, even when she slept over.

Queen Dice was slow to get ready for the day, that same painful thought lingering in her mind long after she'd woken from the dream.

For years, her Boss never really cared about her. The Devil made it painfully obvious that Dice was just another one of her pawns that was easily replaceable. That had gone on for years, even after she'd been rehired all those years ago. But everything seemed to change when the Cup sisters had beaten them at their own game they were desperately trying to win. After the whole 'good for nothing lackey' thing, Queen Dice was at her last straw with the demon.

But something between then and the Devil begging her to come back had changed. Luci had a new found respect for Dice. She treated her as an equal. She no longer felt like she was just another stepping stone for her Boss. Something had changed. But Dice didn't know exactly what that was. It was going on four years now since that had happened, and Dice couldn't be happier with her current life. Yet she couldn't help but wonder if the contract she signed was the only thing holding them together. That their whole relationship was based on a deal made when Dice had absolutely nothing left to lose.

Walking out to the throne room whilst putting her hair up in its usual style, she caught sight of Luci down a hallway.

"Hey, Luci, I need to ask you something— "

Without a word, the demon placed a finger over her lips, gesturing to the door she was currently by. Of course, Queen Dice knew very well that this was the room the girls had been staying in. With her ear up against the door, Luci was clearly listening in on their conversation and didn't want them to know that. Hesitantly, Queen Dice pressed her own ear against the door, listening closely to what was being said behind the door.

"Of course they don't want us around, Mugsy, they hate us."

"I know... I just thought... With Elder Kettle gone..."

"We just have one month, then we can leave..."

"You're right... You're absolutely right... Why would they want us to stay...?"

Queen Dice looked at Luci, the demon clearly baring a heavy heart. She sighed as she walked on to her throne room, Dice in tow.

"Boss?"

"They think we hate them... Sure... I did... But that was before..." Lucifer sat upon her throne, placing her face in her hands. “Now… It’s different.”

"They need to know that we don't, dear." Queen Dice made an effort to add a little comfort to this situation.

"How can I... We... Let them know that we don't?" Luci mumbled.

"We could always just... Tell them."

The Devil sat up for a moment thinking, her gaze was unfocused as she was deep in thought. Though it wasn't long before her eyebrows creased, her expression full of doubt.

"What... What was it that you wanted to ask me?" Lucifer asked, her gaze trailing up to Dice.

"Oh uhm... I..." Queen Dice cleared her throat, her green eyes darting back and fourth across the room. "It's... It's nothin'..."

"It sure doesn't seem like nothing."

"I promise it's nothing. Absolutely nothing you need to worry about. Just a stupid thought." Queen Dice chuckled.

The Devil tilted her head to one side, her doubt being replaced with concern.

"I... I gotta go... Do something..." Dice backed up and turned on her heel to go to her room.

Slamming the door shut behind her, she covered her face with her hands. It was so confusing, Luci was one of the only people she felt that she could have a normal conversation with; yet here she was, struggling to share what was so bothersome.

It wasn't long before there was a gentle knock at her door.

"Dice...? Is... Is everything ok? Do you need to talk?"

Queen Dice let in a shaky breath, her emotions finally tearing her guard down.

"Yes." She said as the tears began.

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Chapter 15 hehe

♦️𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒♠️

The sisters slammed the door open, making Porkrind jump from the nap she'd been taking while waiting on customers.

""Porkrind!"" The sisters said in unison.

"Cup-brats..." She rolled her eyes, leaning her head on her hand. "Come back to annoy me after being gone for three months?"

"Has it really been that long?" Cuphead asked, picking Lucas up from getting into things.

"Yep... Too bad, isn't it?" Porkrind's eyes rolled to the ceiling. "What's with the mutt?"

"He's our dog! Isn't he cute?!" Mugma'am ruffled the tuft of fur on his head.

"Strangest dog I've ever seen. Do they usually come with horns?" She asked skeptically.

"Uhhhhhh..." Cuphead looked to her sister for help, Mugma'am quickly changing the subject.

"We need dog food, a collar... Uh... That kinda stuff. Do you have anything?" Mugma'am quickly asked.

"Nope." Porkrind answered immediately.

"Could... Could you check?"

"Nope."

"Come on, Porkrind! You gotta have something!" Cuphead whined.

"Isn't there a pet store in the city? Like, away from here? Where you can't annoy me?"

Cuphead grumbled, Mugma'am placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Queen Dice didn't specify we had to shop at Porkrind's." She said as quietly as she could, though it proved to be quite fruitless.

"That scamming pain in the ass sent you? Where exactly are you two staying?"

"Uhhhhhhh—"

"That's not important, Porkrind, we'll get out if your hair." Mugma'am pushed her sister toward the door.

"You know what, girls, why don't I go check and see if I can find something for your sweet little pup, and we can make a deal."

"Uh—"

"Ok!"

"Cuphead I'm not too sure if we should— "

"Don't worry, I remember what Dice told me, I won't let her scam us." Cuphead whispered, excitedly heading back inside.

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Somehow, at some point, Old Scratch and her right hand woman ended up on the lounge in the demon's office. Sharing a drink, it surely helped with the Devil's nearly blown circuit. She leaned her head upon Dice's in complete tranquillity, even so, something was on her mind. Something she was just so unsure of.

"Dice... You know they're going to find out sooner or later, don't you...?" Lucifer asked, keeping her eyes glued to the bourbon in her glass.

"Who will find out about what, honey?"

"That lady at the orphanage. She's going to find out that I lied... Hell, we can't keep this from the girls. What am I supposed to do? Ban them from going outside?" The Devil frowned.

"You've grown to care a lot about them, haven't you?" Queen Dice teased, though the Devil didn't find it very funny.

"Answer the question, Dice."

"Right—" Dice cleared her throat. "Well, we're always here if they need us... They know that. And I'll fight that woman and win if she comes by again— And you know I would."

"Yes, but that is how it works... They're 17 with no caretaker..."

Queen Dice shifted positions, the Devil sitting up to look at her girlfriend, the woman blinking as she pondered. She sipped at her drink, stringing together a plan. Her green eyes looked to her Boss as she still pondered.

"What?" The demon tilted her head.

"I'm just thinking... You know, the girls have made home here..."

"Dice." The Devil warned her.

"If they're up for adoption... I mean... I don't see why we couldn't." Dice continued.

"Dice you're not serious, are you?! Wh— Why would they want to stay here?" The Devil asked.

"I'm just sayin, maybe we could... Y'know... Keep them... Just a thought..."

"Dice..."

"Oh come on! Don't tell me you haven't thought about it! Not even once?!"

"Of course I've thought about it! But... I dunno..."

The office door swung open, grabbing their attention.

"Cuphead! We can't just waltz in like we own the place! You gotta knock!" Mugma'am scolded her sister.

"Oh... Right."

"Did you get all you needed?" Dice held her hand out for her change.

"Yep! And I even have change!" Cuphead smirked proudly, reaching into her pocket and handing Dice a single one dollar bill.

"That's it?!"

"Hey, you didn't specify how much change you wanted." Cuphead placed her hands on her hips.

Queen Dice grumbled, unable to argue as she did not in fact give the sisters a specific amount of money she wanted back.

"Porkrind scammed you, didn't she?" The Devil smirked.

"She didn't scam me!" Cuphead frowned.

"Yes she did." Mugma'am rolled her eyes.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Did not—"

The sisters suddenly stopped at the sound of a low growl as the Devil gripped the bridge of her nose. They knew very how easily the demon's anger could get out of control.

"The Boss has had a rough day, why don't you two go downstairs and... Do something." Queen Dice said calmly, the girls nodding as they left the Devil's office.

As the door clicked shut, Dice turned back to the demon. She sighed, leaning her head in the woman's shoulder as she stared at her drink, running her finger around the rim at a slow pace.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, just... Overwhelmed..."

"Well, we don't have to do work for the rest of the day if you'd just like to relax." Queen Dice put an arm around her girlfriend.

The demon looked up at her, pausing as she made eye contact with Dice. Blinking, she didn't say anything, but she didn't need to;

"Or if you want some time alone, I can leave too."

"Noooo." The Devil whined quietly, burying her face in the crook of Dice's neck.

"Ok, ok, I won't go..."

Queen Dice pondered at what she could do to help cheer her up. Looking around the room, Dice's eyes fell on the demon's desk. Piled with endless paperwork in an unorganized mess, Dice could see how it could be overwhelming at times. She couldn't help but think that even just looking at the desk made the Devil feel overwhelmed and frustrated.

She pulled the demon closer to her, placing a kiss atop her head. The Devil's tense body immediately relaxed, shifting slightly to sit in a more comfortable position, still sitting right next to her girlfriend.

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The sisters didn't speak one word to each other on the elevator ride down. Both because they were simply upset with one another and the fact that they felt guilty for making the Queen of Hell's mood even worse.

"How do we always manage to make things a million times worse?" Cuphead sighed as she once again tossed the puppy's toy for him to chase.

"We don't always make things worse... Do we...?" Mugma'am asked.

"Maybe it's just us... Elder Kettle didn't like us fighting, neither do Dice and Devil." Cuphead crossed her arms, ignoring the puppy when he brought the toy back and dropped it.

"Well, that's just it," Mugma'am picked up the toy and tossed it, the dog barking happily as it ran after it. "Maybe it's just because we fight so much... We can't seem to agree on anything."

"That's not true! You're the one that doesn't..." Cuphead stopped, Mugma'am frowning. "I guess we do fight a lot..."

"Let's promise not to fight as much." Mugma'am held her hand out to shake.

"Fine by me."

They both looked over the to Hellevator, Henchwoman walking out and sighing rather loudly, unknowing that the sisters were right in the throne room. Taken aback by seeing them, she immediately attempted to look more positive and optimistic.

"Is everything ok, Henchwoman?" Mugma'am seemed to have noticed before she hid it.

"Who? Me? Absolutely! Things couldn't be better than... Than they are now..."

"Something's wrong, and I think I know what!" Cuphead smirked.

"No! It's not what you think! I swear I'm happy for them! S— Sure I love the Boss, but I would never want her to be unhappy and..." She stopped, judging by the sister's facial expressions, she was quite off about what she thought they meant.

"What...?" Cuphead looked at Mugma'am. "I just thought you were tired from work. What are you talking about?"

Henchwoman froze in place, she was completely petrified. And the worst part was, she had no idea how to get out of this situation. She'd always been bad with secrets, even her own, she'd always wished she knew how to lie to people as easy as her boss could.

"Look... I'm... I swear that I'm happy for the Boss and Miss Queen Dice but... I... I..." She drifted off, sighing as she glanced back to the ground. "Being around the Boss for thousands of years has given me a chance to really get to know her and... And appreciate her... And..."

Two loud gasps got her attention as she drifted off once more.

"You're in love with her, aren't you?!" Cuphead asked, giggling.

"Th— The Boss?"

"You can tell us, we won't judge." Mugma'am spoke sincerely.

"I— I mean she's... She's wonderful... Sure, she doesn't have a very good understanding of emotions and how her actions can affect others... But... I dunno, there's something about her that... That I can't help but like..."

"Like or love, Henchwoman?" Cuphead snapped, getting annoyed.

Panicking, Henchwoman looked between the two of them, trying to find a way out of this. With no way out, she buried her face in her hands.

"Henchwoman, just answer the question!"

"Cuphead stop!" Mugma'am took her sister by her shoulder. "You're— We're upsetting her."

Cuphead opened her mouth to argue, Mugma'am frowning, reminding her of their deal. They turned back to Henchwoman, the purple imp uncovering one of her eyes when she noticed they weren't yelling at her anymore.

"You don't have to tell us, Henchwoman." Cuphead sighed. "We're sorry."

Henchwoman uncovered her face completely, sighing as her gaze fell to the floor.

"We shouldn't have pressured you to tell us what had happened. That's your business, not ours." Mugma'am went on.

"Yes." Henchwoman blurted out, quickly covering her mouth to stop the words from tumbling out.

The sisters gasped, turning to look at one another before turning back to Henchwoman. They both smiled, getting excited much to the demon's dismay. She frowned, creasing her eyebrows as she lowered her head. The sisters frowned, realizing the exact circumstances.

"Now she'll never know cuz I was too much of a coward to tell her before..." Henchwoman spoke bitterly.

"Is this why you've been so down?" Mugma'am asked.

"Is it obvious?"

"Yeah kinda."

Mugma'am elbowed her sister in the ribs, Cuphead glaring at the other.

"I guess I'm just upset cuz I know I'll never have a chance with her now..."

"Hey, don't be sad, who knows, maybe you'll... You'll find someone even better than the Devil." Mugma'am tried to lift her spirits.

"That shouldn't be too hard." Cuphead mumbled.

"Don't be rude." Mugma'am snapped quietly back.

"Thanks girls, but I think it's a lost cause... Love just... Isn't somethin that works out for me." Henchwoman shrugged. "But let's get somethin straight, you two don't tell The Boss or Queen Dice about this, alright?"

"Tell us about what?"

The three of them yelped, turning to face Queen Dice, who had just exited the Hellevator with the Devil.

"Nothing!"

"We weren't talking about anything!"

"Who's Cuphead?!"

Queen Dice raised an eyebrow, looking between the three of them. Smiling sheepishly, the three others stood in uncomfortable silence as they stared up at the other.

"Alright, you three obviously don't wanna tell me, and I'll respect it." Queen Dice rolled her eyes as she and her girlfriend headed down the hallway to the Devil's bedroom. "The Boss and I will be back later."

When the door clicked shut and they were completely out of earshot, the three of them sighed, relieved that they seemingly hadn't caught the whole conversation.

"That was a close one..." Henchwoman sighed. "Anyways, you two had better not tell the Devil 'bout this."

"We won't." The girls said in unison.

"Swear it."

The girls hadn't exactly ever seen or heck, even heard Henchwoman get angry before. Even with her boss. For someone who spent most of her time with the literal Devil, she didn't seem to lose her temper or get annoyed with her as Queen Dice or even the sisters did. There didn't seem to be one mean bone in Henchwoman's body. Seeing her get angry and upset at her secret potentially getting revealed was definitely surprising and a little unnerving.

"We swear we won't tell!" Mugma'am threw her hands up in defense.

"Yeah, we'll keep your secret."

"Good... I don't know what I would do if she ever found out... Now I have to go finish my duties for the day."

The sisters watched Henchwoman slump out of the room and down the hallway, off to do some of her many chores for her Boss.

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“Uhm… Ruby…?”

“No.”

“Diamond?”

“Surprisingly, no.”

“Hmmm… It’s a gemstone that’s cherished… Can I have another hint?”

“Really?” Queen Dicr stopped playing with Lucifer’s hair momentarily, receiving quite a spit frown from her. “I’d give it away if I gave you another hint.”

“Pleeeeease…?” The Queen of Hell looked up at the woman from her lap, giving her the very best puppy eyes.

“Ugh, fine. It’s blue.”

“Uhhh… Agate!”

“No.”

“Aquamarine?”

“No.”

“Sapphire?”

“Bingo! There ya go!”

“Yay! I win!” The Devil laughed. “So that’s your middle name… Queen Sapphire Dice. I’m still surprised it’s not Diamond.”

“Well… I supposed it’s because that’s my mother’s middle name; Duchess Diamond Dice.”

Lucifer snickered again.

“What’s so funny?”

“Her initials… Are— Are D.D.D.” She giggled, covering her mouth in an effort to be quiet.

Queen Dice rolled her eyes, smiling while she shook her head.

She once again stopped playing with the demon’s hair, moving to her face, moving her hair out of her face. All the while her Boss just kept on giggling about Dice’s mother’s initials.

“I take it this is helping your stress?”

“It is… Thank you… You’re so smart, Dice.” The Devil reached up and cupped the other’s face.

“Anytime, Dev.”

The Devil paused, lowering her hands in thought.

“What? What is it?”

“Can I tell you something, Dice?”

“Sure, anything.”

“So… Back when I was… Y’know…” She drew a circle above her head in the air to represent a halo, Dice nodded, immediately understanding. “Anyways, I was… I was referred to as Lucifer… But I also had nicknames back then… Sort of like I do now…”

“Where is this going?”

“Everyone close to me back then called me Luci… No one’s called me that for eons…”

“Not even Henchwoman?” Dice tilted her head.

“No, not even Henchwoman.” The Devil shook her head.

“It’s a shame… It’s a pretty name…”

“Uh-Huh… So… I just wanted to say… You… You can call me that… If you want to.”

“What? Luci?” Dice asked.

Lucifer smiled, a tear forming in her eye before she quickly wiped it away. Sighing, she closed her eyes.

“Yeah…”

“Alright then Luci, you beautiful, beautiful being.”

Luci chuckled, her eyes still closed.

“Luci, my love.”