As Miguel and Louise sat on a couch to watch a movie, they heard a knock at the door.

Miguel unconsciously gulped and placed a hand on Louise's shoulder before turning to her.

“Now, Louise.”

She turned to him and raised an eyebrow.

(“Why does he sound like he's trying to calm down a wild animal?”) She wondered as she looked to the door.

“I want you to make sure when you see him not to-”

She sighed before getting up.

“I'm not dealing with that shithead, knock on my door when he leaves.” She answered before getting off the couch.

She quickly made her exit and Miguel wondered what could be the occasion for his brother showing up, now of all times. It wasn’t like he was busy, but he'd at least shoot him a text to say he was coming over.

He quickly approached the door and opened it to find someone that wasn't his brother.

Not only that but as he looked at them, he was struggling to take his eyes off them. They had silky blonde hair that shone with an almost heavenly radiance, giving a golden sheen. No, that wouldn't do it justice. Her hair wasn't just gold, it felt as though it reflected the light of heaven, leaving Miguel a purer being for witnessing it. A fragrance that could only be described as pleasant, engulfed their body. It was indescribable yet he knew it was a scent he would have cried if he hadn't experienced. And her face was beautiful. Heart-wrenchingly so. She was easily the most beautiful woman he had seen without a question, she was the cutest woman he had seen without question and it wasn't even worth a thought that she was the sexiest being he had ever laid eyes on. Every second that passed with Miguel staring at them had him more and more grateful to have been alive on this day. She wore a long flowy dress with ruffled sleeves that went to her wrist. It was a white so pure, it wouldn't be surprising if the world itself had gone through liberties to ensure not a stain would besmirch her dress. The chest seemed to be struggling on her, based on her size, but he couldn't help but feel awe looking at it. It wasn't an object of lust but something more akin to seeing Michelangelo’s David. It was something in any other context that would evoke lust, but in its current state was a magnificent piece of art.

“Ah, so she's here.” The woman staring at his face, softly said. He looked into her eyes, and a blue purer than the ocean looked back at, with no suspicion or judgement behind them. And her voice washed away all the troubles of the world as they entered Miguel's ears.

He could only manage to blankly stare at her as she looked at him.

“Oh, dear me, I apologise. I'm Lucy and…”

*Pause*

Tibaut turned to Satan, standing in the space of his memories just behind the woman. He walked to her and began thoroughly examining her features, taking it all in.

“Who is she?”

“You just heard her, she said her name’s Lucy,” Satan answered.

Tibaut placed his hands at her waist and lifted her up, before placing her down.

(“For someone nearly my height, she's pretty hefty.”)

“Okay, so why am I just now remembering this Lucy?” He asked as he lifted her dress’s skirt up, with her thighs possessing a pleasant plumpness only a fool would call fat. He quickly let her skirt go, with red cheeks and pondered the ethics of creeping on a woman that existed solely within his mind.

Having nothing better to do, the pair had reached an unspoken agreement to watch his memories until he (hopefully) regained consciousness, with Satan coming and going as he pleased. He didn't mind reliving the past and Satan didn't mind showing him his most pathetic moments.

“It's not my fault you have a bad memory,” Satan said as he walked closer to her as well.

“There's no way I'd forget a woman that'd look like this. I love Louise but I'm not sure love could blind me to an objective beauty like this.” He stated as he lifted up her skirt again, getting a better look underneath. And much to his shock there was something underneath, and not blank space.

Satan turned his face at the comment, which Tibaut made sure to take note of, even as he took in the details of this woman he didn't see in his previous life.

“Ah, who cares at this point? Listen well, T-” He sighed as he watched Tibaut pull the chest of the woman's dress forward getting a good look inside.

“I'm humbled you would go to such lengths to see these.” The woman commented with a snicker, looking down at Tibaut’s face.

“Ah!” Tibaut screeched as he backed away into Miguel standing at the door. “I'm sorry I didn't know you were rea-” She became motionless once again and Tibaut turned his face to Satan with an annoyed expression.

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“I hope you die alone and miserable.” He stated as he walked back to her.

“It's not his fault he's that way. But perhaps it's his fault he's still that way.” The blonde woman answered as she looked behind herself, to Satan.

“Hold on are you…” Shock filled Satan's face after she answered. They looked at each other for a moment, before he shook his head. Even Tibaut was left curious by this.

“No, I should have expected as much from a being like her.” He said as he shook his head.

“Y-you didn't do that?” Tibaut asked as he looked back at her.

“He did not. And if you're curious about my body, feel free to peruse it at your pleasure. It'd be quite selfish to leave this body to myself.” She answered.

Tibaut looked to Satan, hoping for some sort of answer.

“Say hello, to the one and only, Lucifer.” He said before posing towards her with both his hands.

“H-uh? You mean she's just right here!?”

“Of course not. This thing standing before us is nothing more than a vestigial ego her strong presence has left behind.”

“Sure, let's go with that.” The blonde woman stated cheerily.

“That woman is nothing like the current Lucifer, as much as it pains me to admit.” He answered.

“Haven't you got quite the mouth, my adorable little brother?” She said as she walked over and hugged him, much to Satan's dismay.

“So she's the one I have to find… wait a second, is she why you revived me!?”

Satan shrugged his shoulders.

“She's not entirely without blame. I saw her close interactions with you and assumed there was something more. But your memories have shown that to be a total and utter mistake.”

“So you brought me here just because she talked to me once?”

“Oh, I know I tried my best, but it somewhat stings hearing you say that.” The blonde apparition? answered.

“What do you mean by that?” He asked.

“Get used to her, that isn't the only memory of yours she's in. For some reason whether shyness or her own amusement, she did her best to ensure you'd never remember her. It wasn't too hard but accessing that memory from earlier required some effort on my part.” Satan answered as he pushed himself out of a hug that went on for far too long.

“Well, it's only fair that the loser steps aside for the winner.” She answered.

“I-I don't believe it. I knew Lucifer?” He muttered to himself while holding his head.

Lucifer went behind him and leaned her head against his shoulder.

“So what should it be? Want to take a break or would you love to relive the past with your beloved Louise.” She whispered in his ear.

“Ugh, well-”

“Silence woman, we'll continue with his memory before talking to you.”

“...(She doesn't seem so bad. She seems quite friendly actually. I wonder if it's even her controlling the cult, maybe someone else is pulling the strings)”

Satan continued the memory.

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“...looking for my friend Louise. Have you seen her?” She asked softly.

Miguel was stumbling over his words for a response. The blonde woman in front of him quickly grabbed his hand and his face took on a shade of pink.

“Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry, this is the wrong apartment isn't it? I'm sorry for wasting your time.” She said before bowing and attempting to walk off.

He grabbed her shoulder and she quickly turned around. “Um, Sir, have I offended you in some way?” She asked.

“N-no!” He finally managed to get out in a shout. She jolted back, her discomfort growing.

“L-lucy was it? You said you have a friend named Louise right, she's in here.”

The discomfort on her face soon grew to fear and she began looking around.

“No, no, no, I'm not trying to lure you in, she's really in he- (Oh shit, that sounds so bad.)”

“Please Mister, you're holding my shoulder too tight.” She said, her voice fragile as she tried to take his hand off her.

He drew his hand back so fast it cracked like a whip and he began apologising profusely.

“I'm sorry but she's really here I didn't want you to walk off without seeing her, but I was a bit too forceful, a man shouldn't be grabbing a random woman like she knows me, no not even when she knows it's not justif-”

He felt a hand on his own and looked into her to see tears forming in her eyes.

“Sorry for overreacting, but you f-frightened me quite a bit.” She said as she wiped her face. “I'm not used to being in a place like but even a weak girl like me could help but try to find my friend. Is Louise truly in there?” She asked as he could feel her shake through their connected hands. She looked like she was about to faint and took a few steps forward before falling into him.

Before Miguel could shout for help, he felt her trying to stand herself up.

“I'm sorry but could I bother you for a moment? I just need somewhere to sit down, I do believe I've worn myself out.” She said as her attempt to pick herself up turned into an embrace.

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Miguel quickly brought her inside and rested her on the couch but before he could run off to Louise, he felt something drag on his shirt.

It was the blonde woman, and she was looking quite tired.

“Sir, may I get your name?” Shs asked as she tried to sit properly on the couch.

“It's Miguel.”

“Miguel… Ah, so you're that Miguel, I didn't know you two were still friends. How wonderful.” She answered.

“You know about me?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said with a nod. Her face was looking cheerful which left Miguel with butterflies in his stomach.

“She said she considered you the second best man in her life, only to her father. It seemed like it stung her to no end, what your brother did.” She said with sorrowful eyes. “However, I'm glad she's found the time to reconnect with you. Truthfully all the men she has hung around of late have been quite worrying.”