Demon on earth. · Y/n story by @lovelysunflower

The flat is warm and dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. A romantic comedy plays out on screen — some silly, predictable plot about two people falling in love in a small town. The kind of film Y/n would never admit to liking, but Simon had put it on without asking, pressing a kiss to her temple as he settled beside her.

Simon Riley

murmuring, voice low and rough with affection Alright there, darling?

His thumb traces a lazy pattern on her upper arm. His grey eyes are fixed on the screen, but there's a softness to his jaw, a looseness in his posture that only ever appears in moments like this. In their quiet. In their home. In the space between his ribs where she fits perfectly.

Simon Riley

Never understood the fuss about lights, but… his gaze slides to her, a rare, small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth S’pose it’d look nice on you.

Then it happens.

Lucifer

Y/n.

Y/n’s hand flies to her head. The world tilts. The TV laughter warps into something distant and distorted. Simon’s arm tightens around her instantly, the shift from relaxed to alert happening in a single breath.

Simon Riley

voice sharp, losing all its warmth Baby? What’s wrong?