Y/N lays down in a bed. Lucifer stays by their side, only having the light of the moonlight shine on their face. Not a single word has been said. There wasn't even an exchange of intimacy. It was just Lucifer there with Y/N, gently placing his hand on their face. At midnight, one last breath gave out. At the demon hour, there was a tear from Y/N.
A very long time ago, Lucifer promised Y/N that he would always wipe their tears. In this bed, lay Y/N who cried a single last tear, so he did what he promised. He kept rubbing the tear away from their face with his thumb. He never once did it while wearing gloves.
Millions of days and nights passed as he kept rubbing away that tear-stained face. At the red moon, he shed a single tear. At the full moon, he cried. At the new moon, he sobbed. He promised to always wipe those tears away, but it felt like they never went away, so he kept gently rubbing under their eye across their cheek. At the red moon, the skin peeled away. At the full moon, the muscle tore away. At the new moon, the skull broke away.
When he shed that single tear, he saw it once more on their face, so he kept wiping it away. When he cried, he could see bloody tears, so he kept wiping them away. When he sobbed, he held onto the corpse for dear life.
Down here, there was no sun. The empty soul that lay next to him knew that he would only leave unless he saw the sun through the window. By some miracle or hallucination, warmth came through the window.
He would never take off his gloves unless he saw tears. Unless he saw the waxing and waning moons cry at night.
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Our True Ending
FanfictionYou (using "they/them" pronouns like the game to be inclusive!) have now become much closer to Lucifer after he secretly witnesses your independent show of the piano. He rather liked the melody, but you keep the origins of it a secret for the time b...
