When Lucifer learns that you have contracted a virus, he shows his ‘caring’ side in a very peculiar way.
Alright… so maybe he went on a rampage, wanting to destroy whoever ‘infected his human’.
It’s the thought that counts… right?
Nevertheless, you somehow manage to calm Lucifer, telling the dark archangel to worry about dismantling all of humanity when you don’t have a drum choir beating against the inside of your skull.
Surprisingly enough, Lucifer had agreed, taking his rightful place beside you in bed before using his powerful mojo to close the door, and turn out the lights. Pulling you against his side with a little more care than usual, the Devil wrapped his arm around your body, and placed his free hand behind his head.
"Rest, my little human." he had stated, his chest rumbling against the skin of your cheek. "Tomorrow is a new day, and I need you to be feeling well."