Lucifer's Apartment
The windows were cracked open.
Morning light spilled lazily into the room, touching the silk sheets tangled at the foot of the massive bed. A slow breeze drifted through, stirring the curtains like ghost fingers.
Lucifer lay stretched out, half-covered in sheets, bare chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. He was still, peaceful. Too still.
Ella's head rested on his arm. Her dark curls were messy. Her skin glowed faintly in the dawn light.
She shifted a little, eyes fluttering open.
Then—
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
A faint vibration came from the nightstand. Lucifer's comm crystal.
He opened one eye.
Buzz.
He didn't move. Just stared at the vibrating shard with faint irritation.
Ella groaned and pulled the sheets higher. "Can you ignore that for once?"
He smirked. "It's not always about me, unfortunately."
Buzz.
He reached out lazily and tapped the side of the crystal. It glowed faint red.
A voice crackled through.
"Lucifer. It's Dera."
