Lucifer

It's been ages since you ever used a vehicle, you wonder if you still have the tricks. When you were alive, you always drove around town with your beloved vehicle; your favorite kind too. Your precious motorcycle that you would treat almost like a pet. It was your best friend, you had it ever since. You would always drive on the highways at night, the cold breeze going through your hair as you drive along with the cars on the road. You relished the time you've had with it, and it was now when you ended up here in this ditch hole.

You missed the times you'd drive anywhere with your motorcycle, having fun with it everytime you drive. But since you're in Hell now, what were you gonna do about it? You sighed in disappointment. If only you managed to get one like it again, it'd be a dream come true. But you couldn't make it happen, cause what the hell are you gonna do? Again, you sighed. You buried your face in your bed as you let yourself be lonely. Without it, you're practically nothing. And with Lucifer noticing your sudden change in demeanor, he wondered what caused you such distress. As his lover, he had to have asked what was wrong. He sat beside you as you went on a rant. As you kept on rambling over and over, Lucifer had an idea! So he kind of interrupted you- by saying that he'll make you one. Suddenly, you paused. Did you just hear that right? But you were ecstatic, your eyes lit up as a big smile bestowed on your face. You hugged him tightly, almost squishing him in the embrace while saying 'thank you' over and over.

It's been hours, you patiently waited for Lucifer to call you downstairs in the hotel lobby. You waited and waited to what seemed like forever. Then, received a phone call and you didn't even answer it- or even check who it was. You rushed downstairs as fast as you could, almost crashing into the guests. You see Lucifer waiting for you at the entrance door, and almost crashed into him from excitement but managed to stop in time. You didn't even let Lucifer speak- all you said was 'where is it?' excitedly. Lucifer chuckled at your reaction, before dragging you outside the hotel.

Your jaw dropped almost immediately when you saw it. The gorgeous vehicle of a motorcycle, right in front of you. You felt like you're about to cry as you only approached the motor. The way it shined, the way it's color palette matched yours perfectly, how it's built and designed- oh, how you relished each detail. You hugged Lucifer tightly, continuously saying 'thank you', over and over again. You were the happiest out of everyone in this hellhole. You let him go and made your way to even hug the motor itself. But an idea sparked in your head, and suggested that you take Lucifer out on a test drive. He was reluctant at first but seeing how insistent you were and how he should consider this as one of their dates, he agreed.

But it's been one hell of a test drive. Lucifer hung on tight and tightly wrapped his arms around your waist as he tried not to fall even though he won't. But with the speed you're going at is too fast- for him at least. But he warmed up to the speed but still clung onto you, as he watched the view of Hell around the pentegram. “Well, I guess even in Hell, it can still look pretty...“