LUCIFER'S HUMAN BRIDE
TAKING CARE OF HIM

"I can't do it. If I fly home, he might wake up on the way." She muttered to herself, placing her hand on his bare back.

"Why can't you just ask for my help?" Lucifer asked in her head with a chuckle.

"I really need your help to teleport us back to the office," she pleaded.

"That human is one stubborn fellow; I don't know why you have to prove to him that you are strong. We would have ended his life by now." Lucifer whined.

"I want him to die in my hands; the victory is mine!" Lucinda exclaimed.

"That isn't a big deal; we just need to kill him, that's all. It doesn't matter who does it. Go!" Lucifer waved his hand, making both of them disappear into thin air. They both landed on the floor of the office. Lucinda grunted and sat up on the floor. She walked over to Ralph's desk and removed all the things from it. She lifted him in her strong arms and placed him on top of his desk. She placed her hand on his nose, feeling his breath hit her hand.

"He is still breathing." She said, and turned him over on the desk. He rested his head on the desk and growled slightly.

She went to the next floor, which was Mr. Josh's original floor, and walked over to his desk.

"I need a first-aid kit," she said, breathing continuously.

"Here you go, what do you need it for?" he asked. She grabbed the first aid box.

"Don't worry about it." She stated and ran out of the office.

She arrived at the office and put the first-aid box next to Ralph on the desk. She took out a scissor and tore the back of his inner shirt open, having a clear view of his large and fresh back. She started cleaning the blood on his back with a cotton ball. She finished cleaning it and was about to take out an ointment when she saw that the injury had started healing by itself. She staggered backward and gasped at the sight. Within seconds, the injury had healed, and his back was back to normal, as if it had never been injured. Ralph groaned slightly and opened his eyes, turning on the desk to look at her.

"Why are we here? Did we get the sapphire?" he asked, sitting up on the desk.

"No, no, we couldn't make you collapse, and a demon disappeared with the sapphire, remember?" she responded. He covered his face in disappointment and realized his back was open.

"Did you try to treat me?" he asked bluntly.

"Yes," Lucinda replied, trying to arrange the first-aid box. Ralph carried the cottons soaked in his blood and ignited them in his hand.

"I don't like seeing my blood," he remarked, while she just stared at him and carried the first aid kit, attempting to take it back to Mr. Josh.

"Leave it here; I will ask Mr. Josh to come get it. Go feed deacon right now; he must be angry." Ralph declared.

"Yeah, I completely forgot about him," she said, and ran around his desk, taking out the bag of meat.

"Go already," he said, taking off his armor and starting to take off his shirt completely in a sexy manner, showing her his beautiful, tanned chest. She looked at his chest and blushed at the sight before running out of the office.

She jumped into the dark hole with Deacon's meal. She finished jumping across the hot lava pots and walked to Deacon's gate with the food. She knocked on the gate. "Deacon, are you in there?" She was perplexed because she couldn't hear his voice or any rustling sounds. She started hearing sounds and moved away from the gate a little when Deacon flew out of the gate, bursting it open with his wings, and started pouring fire all over the place.

"Ahhh!!" Lucinda screamed in horror, running away from him while she put the meat in front of her so it wouldn't get burned. He followed her closely, still spurting fire in her direction like he was going to burn her. "Deacon, I am sorry. We went on a mission." Lucinda shouted, still running away from him.

"Why did it take you so long to bring my food?" He snapped, slowing the rate at which he poured fire on her.

"We went to get sapphires," she replied, terrified.

"So, getting sapphire is more important than me being alive. Drop the food and get out!" Deacon shouted, still pouring fire, and a little bit of fire touched her leg. He stopped streaming fire and landed on the floor, breathing out fire. While Lucinda was holding the spot, the fire touched her, and she gritted her teeth like she was in pain.

"Are you okay?" He asked

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, letting go of her leg.

"But I just saw that it touched your leg." Deacon said.

"No, it didn't." Lucinda replied nervously, tossed the bag of meat at him, and ran out of his presence. She paused at the exit and slowly caught her breath; terrified, she flew back to the office. She scanned the place with her eyes, but there was no sign of Ralph.

Suddenly, he walked out of the dressing room wearing a new shirt, looking all hot and charming. He stylishly lifted his hair and packed it. She drooled over him standing in the middle of the office. He started walking closer to her with a straight face; she found his expression hard to read and walked away from him.

"It's alright, I'm not going to harm you; I just wanted to ask you how you got us back," he said. She covered her mouth with her hand and attempted to fall when he caught her in his arms, staring at her with loving eyes. She pursed her lips and avoided his gaze. He slowly let go of her, allowing her to stand back up on her feet.

"So now tell me, how did you get us back?" he asked.

"I-I booked a flight for us," she replied bluntly, squeezing her eyes in fear that he wouldn't believe her.