That was one of the best ideas he had in a while. Move his room downstairs, so that he could keep an eye on Gadrial and recreate their relationship.
He opened his room door which was five doors from the stairs and he never used it. He was always in his study because it brought him closure.
The room still smelled of Lucifer even after six hundred and sixty-six years it still smelled like the first king of hell.
He had not even brought Nia in this room, he fucked Nia in any other room in the palace but never the master.
He walked to the closet and opened the doors, in hell you never were a shirt because it was just to hot do wear more than one piece of clothing.
There were a lot of pants, he didn't bother with shows and his wings were free or rather what was left of his angelic wings.
They had changed a lot since he arrived in hell, Lucifer had made sure he was broken when he was done with him.
