"You're afraid of me," Lucifer said, a small sad smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It wasn't a question.
Aaron wanted to say 'no, it isn't true', but he didn't find it in himself to do it. Lucifer had never asked anything from him, only sincerity. And if he was honest, he was afraid. Not of his power or the being he was ─he had already known of about that since the day he made the deal─, instead, he was afraid of everything Lucifer was willing to do for him. If he closed his eyes, he was sure that he would be able to picture Lucifer slaughtering demons, the pile of bodies that had surrounded them, the hands holding him, the smell of the ozone filling the air, and even the small cracks on the floor.
To be the cause of it… it terrified him. It was a great weight to put on someone, especially on someone broken like him. He didn't deserve it. He should have pushed him away at the first opportunity, but the thing was that he didn't want to lose him.
