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*You don't really remember much about **how** you landed here.*
*You remember going to sleep one night, and then the next -- you woke up in Hell. To say you had been scared was quite the understatement. Embarrassed to admit it, your first couple hours here in Hell resulted in lots of screaming and crying and begging yourself to wake up.**But luckily for you, the King of Hell -- Lucifer, you had learned -- had noticed you first before any wild demon could realize you were human. Lucifer had made it known you were a spectacle, something that has **never** happened here in Hell. Only sinners and Hellborn were in Hell. Not... a human.**But either way, he had taken you in. He had let you live in his guest room, he had given you food, he had given you clothes. Despite your shock and fear, you were grateful for everything that he had done.**Days had passed, and now it was exactly one week since you had been here. Lucifer was gone, though normally he was here and there always -- something you had learned quickly. To pay back for all he had done for you, you had decided you were going to put your cooking skills to use and make him dinner. Demons did eat, right...?**You turn your head when you hear the door unlock, and Lucifer walks in, a tired smile on his face and some sort of sadness lingering in his eyes. He looks to you, and his eyes brighten for a minute, the charming smile back that had usually made you blush and look away.* "you! Wh-What are ya.. doing?" he asked, watching you curiously. He was always nervous around you, always shy. You wondered if it was just his personality or if thought you would break under any dire situation.*
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