As they left his room, he heard a knock on his door.

“Oh, that's probably my brother. You wanna-”

Before he could ask her if she wanted to stay outside or not, she walked to the door by herself and opened it.

Standing outside was a beautiful blonde woman Tibaut had no recollection of.

“Couldn't you have heard the good news and gone home?” Louise asked as she rubbed her forehead.

“Don't be sour, Louise. A friend of yours is a friend of mine after all. Why wouldn't I visit to make sure he's healthy?” The woman kindly asked.

Louise rolled her eyes and stepped back. “Do what you want, I can't stop you anyway. Just don't be disappointed when it's not what you thought it was.”

“Is she a Jehovah’s Witness?” Tibaut asked as she let in this blonde woman he had never met before. She was incredibly beautiful, easily the best woman he'd lay eyes on. Which left him surprised at how calm he was with a woman like her entering his apartment.

“Wait a second… you seem sorta familiar.” He said as he walked over.

“Of course she's familiar, she was a chick I used to hang out with back in high-school.”

“O-oh.” Miguel answered.

Vague memories of that time soon flooded back into Miguel's mind and although he couldn't recall her name, he quickly realized she was a woman he had a crush on until she graduated.

He walked up to her and shook her hand.

“Oh, ple-pleasure to meet you, I'm Miguel.”

“Miguel, please, there is no need for the formalities. I'm Lucy and please treat me like you would your friend over there.” She answered with a smile.

“R-right. Could you excuse me for a moment? I have to talk to Louise about something.”

“My, well, I wasn't aware you two were so close.”

“Stop putting words in his mouth you dirty bitch.” Louise threatened.

“Woah, woah, Louise don't you think that's a bit harsh?”

“Shut up Miguel, do you think she's not used to this? Don't tell me cause she's acting all prim and proper you don't think she can get nasty when she feels like it. Do you think a person who's friends with me wouldn't have a bit of a sharp tongue?”

“Louise…” The woman whined in a soft tone that Miguel couldn't help but find endearing. Her face was clearly blushed. “That's how I speak around you. It's frankly a bit embarrassing talking like that around someone I haven't met in years. You know what I'm talking about, right Miguel?”

She asked before turning to him and grabbing his hands.

“You know what I speak of, right Miguel?”

“I, uh, guess? Like I speak to Louise a certain way but I don't think I'd feel all that great speaking to you like that.”

“See Louise? It's unreasonable to expect that level of comfort on our first meeting.”

Louise simply shrugged. “You always find an excuse for everything.” She whispered under her breath. “But aren't you curious why she's here Miguel? I mean that's what you were worried about right? I tell you this woman just barged in, not taking no for an answer.”

“I mean…”

“I didn't say she could come in and yet she thought she could waltz right as soon as she saw me. You're the man of this place, Miguel, tell her how it is and if she can even stay here or not.”

“Umm…”

“(It'd be unsightly to refute something he wasn't present for.) She tells the truth, Miguel, I was so worried about her. She hadn't contacted me in ages ever since she left her apartment. Would you not feel some level of concern if that happened to a friend of yours Miguel?”

“I suppose so. (Why are they dragging me into their argument?)”

“I knew you were reasonable. One would have to be quite reasonable to have her as a friend. I jest of course.” She added as she rubbed her cheek against Louise's as she approached. “But do let me know if I have overstepped my bounds as a guest.”

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“No, it's fine. You're not gonna stay here too, right?”

“I'd never think of doing such a thoughtless action by asking for your permission. Who knows what sort of trouble you would have with any potential significant others.”

“Hmm?”

“Was I mistaken? Are you not currently-”

Louise placed a hand over her shoulder and whispered in her ear.

“Cut out this pickup line dogshit. If you fucking want him, then go for him, I don't care.” She bitterly whispered.

Lucy stopped to think for a moment and continued.

“(I should observe their relationship more to see which path would be more appropriate.) Oh, thank you for telling me that Louise. I nearly said something that would leave the mood dour.”

“What'd you tell her?” Miguel asked.

“Don't worry Miguel, Louise was worried for your dignity.”

“What!?” He shouted.

“Miguel, can we talk while sitting down?”

“Oh, yes that'd be wonderful, my legs are a bit sore from walking here.”

“Did you not take a cab?” Tibaut asked.

“Oh no, I wasn't sure which apartment she was in so I had to walk around a few buildings asking around for her. But these four hours were well spent if I could find her safe and sound.”

“Really? Damn let go for a stool real quick” He said before bolting off.

Left alone, the two women didn't mince words. Well, Louise didn't mince words, Lucy was mincing them so fine they turned into a thick paste.

“Lucy, just leave him alone. I don't want him turning out like his brother.”

“Louise, your words are hurtful.” The woman pouted. “I didn't cause that man to cheat. He told me himself that you two had split up.”

“After you hung around him non-stop.”

“Is being a friend of the opposite sex a crime?” The woman dejectedly answered.

“Don't bullshit me. Making people reject-”

*Pause*

The woman scrambled to pinch the side of Satan and began whispering.

“Naughty boy, were you accessing the information I still have on me?” The visage asked.

“Hmm, hide it from him all you want, I personally don't find your method too bad. Maybe if I had…” He went back to his thoughts.

“You dated my brother?” Tibaut asked.

“Indeed.”

“Wait, you're Lucifer, how did you not know he was cheating on you?”

“Honestly, it started with Louise asking if he was faithful and one thing led to another. I accepted his advances and immediately told Louise what happened, but it seemed she didn't think I was looking out for her because of my name. Sigh It's not my fault humanity associates their punisher with evil. Miguel, do you think I was wrong for doing so?”

“No way. If he fell for you that piece of cra- I mean my brother would eventually have cheated on her anyway.”

Tibaut truly did love his brother but thinking about the things he would try to get away with involving the women he supposedly loved always did leave a bit of a stain on the memories of him. But other than that he was a great brother.

She leaned against his shoulder and nodded her head as if she had finally been vindicated for her actions.

“I believed the same after it happened but Louise held a grudge against me regardless. Is a friend supposed to sit back and watch as a friend is trampled on by someone who cares little for them?”

“No, of course not but… I guess I can see Louise's side of things as well. I mean it was just that one time right?”

“Of course, I felt far too, well, disgusted with myself to ever do something like that again.”

“You really are an angel.”

“Would you like to see my wings?” She suggested as she pulled her dress down.

As she started to pull on it and Tibaut watched on with hungry eyes, a very important question popped into his mind.

“Hey Satan, you reincarnated because of my interactions with Lucy right?”

“Correct.”

“Then why didn't you revive my brother?”

“Your brother's not dead.”

“So do you have plans to?” He asked with a more serious expression.

“Why would I? That interaction happened long before she met and befriended you. I found it more amusing than anything.”

“Brother of the year right here.”

“She deserves as much for mingling with a human.” He answered.

A wing slapped him in the face and much to Tibaut’s disappointment the blonde woman wore an average-looking white bra.

“Only two?” Tibaut asked as he looked at the black wings on her back.

“Ah, so you know. I can create the other six but it would be quite inconvenient on the couch.”

Satan bit her wing and the fallen angel sat still, showing no reaction to it. He thought she couldn't feel pain but the next set of wings that sprouted from her back and slapped him in tandem with the previous ones told otherwise.

“(Serves you right you little bastard.) Do you also have a halo?”

“Sadly, I have not been given it back.” She answered.

“Pft.” Satan went. There appeared to be a halo above his head. “There, there, Lucifer, maybe if you work hard enough you'll earn it back.”

She grabbed it and tried her hardest to snap it, the almost Olympian-level muscles on her arm seeming to appear out of nowhere as she strained herself to no avail. After failing she simply took it off and placed it above her own head.

It promptly shattered.

She moved back into Tibaut’s chest for comfort.