Mating Season.

Chapter 1: The hardest thing.

September. . . The worst month in the year for Lucifer.

He honestly won't be able to stay around me.

He'll leave a note for me.

'My Sammy,

I cannot stay around you till this month is OVER. I'd explain but I can't stay in the Bunker. Please, try and not need me. I'll be locking myself back up the Cage. I'll leave a set of instructions for you to follow. You need to this for me. This was the part about me that I never explained and I will once October comes. I promise. Oooh, you look so gorgeous sleeping in our bed, calling out for me in your sleep. I am not breaking up with you. If you want to keep in contact with me, text me.

Do not summon me!

Love always,
Your Lucifer.'

He had left the set of instructions underneath the long note on my nightstand on my side of our bed.

He breathed in deep as he smelt me.

N O P E.

He had to leave now.

"Vale amor, amica mea. Donec iterum conveniant."

He gently kissed my forehead as he disappeared.

I groaned as I felt the empty spot where my Lucifer was supposed to be.

Wait. . . Where was Lucifer?

I groaned as I sat up in my dark bedroom, turning the small light on as I saw the papers that were neatly placed there.

I read his note, thumbing his beautiful script.

I honestly wondered what would have happened if I did summon him?

"Lucifer!"

I screamed as tears stemmed down my cheeks.

"Get back here you bastard! You can't just leave me!"

I grabbed my fully charged cell phone as I texted him.

Text to: Lucifer.

'What the hell is going? Please come back. . . We'll figure this out. Please, Luc.'

I tapped the send button as Icurled up on his side of the bed; knees drawn up to my chest, hugging his pillow, tight.