LUCIFER
Lucifer placed his hand on his forehead. This was giving him a headache. How can things become such a mess in a short amount of time? He doesn't see any of the other leaders factions with this problem. Maybe he ought to hire more people who deal with background work instead. It would certainly help out when he is too busy.
Hearing a knock on the door he turned to see his wife peeking her head. His hardened features softened and he motions her over. Sumire opens the door and pushes a tray of tea, and snacks most-likely made by her on the top.
"My heart." Lucifer said softly. "You didn't have to."
"Mm, but I wanted to talk to you for a bit."
Sensing her serious tone Lucifer frowned. Did someone say something to her again? 'I thought Sumire staying with me was for the best. She could get a break from hearing all the gossip about her, but it seems to be the same no matter where she goes.'
