The side house wasn't exactly small. The bed in the middle was decent enough—after all, this was a divine residence.
Lucifer shrugged off his outer robe and lay on the side near the window, where he could gaze up at the silent stars.
God lay just beside him, no more than a fist's distance away. A faint scent of flowers drifted from Him.
Lucifer turned to face Him. As expected, all he could see was the man's back.
"You smell different tonight," he murmured, leaning in to sniff.
Immediately, the hairs on God's neck stood up.
Lucifer grinned wickedly and blew gently on that spot. "Cold, Yahweh?" His fingertips trailed lightly along the raised skin. "Your goosebumps say yes."
God rolled over and slapped his hand away, brows slightly furrowed. "Stop teasing."
Lucifer chuckled. "I nearly killed you yesterday. And you still let me share your bed?"
He lifted a hand, blew a soft breath over his fingers, and said dramatically, "Poof—one gust, and you could've vanished from existence."
God's eyes drifted from Lucifer's face to his fingers. After a thoughtful pause, He said, "But I didn't disappear. I didn't feel like I was truly in danger. So, I forgive you."
He hesitated, then added, more serious now, "But Lucifer… if I really had vanished, you would've lost my forgiveness forever. Not just mine—anyone harmed by you would never forgive you. Ever."
Lucifer groaned and turned away. "I get it. I didn't mean to hurt you. Only he would be dumb enough to take my punishment for me. Got hurt, and now he won't even look at me."
He sulked.
From the moment he'd accidentally injured the Holy Spirit, he'd felt guilty—and sad. That one had always trusted him. Even Yahweh didn't believe he was truly evil.
Lucifer was lost in his thoughts when a soft voice behind him said, "Go to sleep."
It sounded like someone soothing a child.
He murmured an almost inaudible "Mm," and tugged the blanket closer.
The room fell silent.
Only the moonlight spilled through the window, silver and still.
In the corner, the tiny white ferret rustled restlessly in its wooden crate.
God stayed awake. When Lucifer's breath finally settled into slow, steady rhythm, He reached out and gently touched the angel's hair.
The motion must've been familiar, because Lucifer mumbled in his sleep, shifting slightly and nuzzling into God's palm.
God froze, then softened. His amber eyes glowed faintly in the moonlight. He stroked Lucifer's hair again.
The little wolf moved closer, burying his head into God's neck.
A sleepy murmur: "My Lord..."
When Lucifer woke, the space beside him was already cold.
The sky outside was pale with morning light, tinged with pink.
In the corner, the baby ferret wriggled about, making tiny squeaks.
Lucifer got up, took the wooden crate, and stepped outside.
On the wooden table sat God's usual messy little basket—but God Himself was gone.
The courtyard was quiet. Doves pecked lazily at the ground. Two black-faced sheep munched on grass.
Yawning, Lucifer opened the crate and let the ferret out.
The tiny creature staggered forward on wobbly paws, nose twitching as it sniffed its way toward the sheep.
Lucifer watched it for a moment, then ruffled its soft fur.
He looked up. In his eyes, the distant mountains rippled under morning clouds, glowing with warm light.
So peaceful. So gentle.
No wonder the Holy Spirit abandoned Heaven for this place, he thought.
Lucifer pushed past the vines on the door and stepped outside.
Crossing the bamboo bridge, frogs leapt into the water with splashes.
This place might be mortal, but God had designed it just like the divine palace.
There was a stream, clean and clear, circling the house.
Lucifer followed it toward the pine forest. Tall trees gave way to low shrubs and grass. Tiny blue-and-white flowers dotted the greenery.
Soon, dense foliage rose ahead—like a natural curtain, separating what lay beyond.
Lucifer stepped through.
Birdsong echoed faintly. Water rushed nearby.
Ssshh… splash…
It sounded like a mermaid playing.
But what he saw, as he pushed past the last tall grass, wasn't a mermaid.
It was Yahweh, bathing in the lake.
A small lake, fed by a river that wound around the estate.
The man was waist-deep in water, wearing only a thin inner robe. Flower petals floated across the surface, hiding His form in shimmering layers.
The overflowing lake spilled gently down stone steps lined with moss and blooms, finally merging into the deep Tyrrhenian Sea.
God stiffened.
Someone was watching Him.
Cold, divine energy surged upward from the lake like winter wind. No one had ever dared look at Him like this.
But then—
A cough broke the silence. "Nice morning for a bath, huh?"
The chill vanished instantly.
The icy tendrils that had curled under the water melted away.
God sank lower into the water, letting the petals cover more of Him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
Lucifer plopped down on the bank, scooped up a few petals, sniffed them, and smirked. "So that's why you smell nice. Flower baths."
He eyed God's submerged form. "You weren't shy last night. What's there to hide now?"
And with that, he flicked a handful of water toward Him.
God blinked, stunned. No one ever played tricks on Him.
When the drops hit His face, He jerked back, lifting a hand to block them—and slipped.
With a splash, He fell right into the water.
Lucifer fished Him out, stifling laughter. Soaked silver hair clung to God's forehead. He looked utterly defeated.
God stood there, water dripping from His lashes, like a scolded kitten.
Lucifer bit his lip, trying not to burst out laughing. "I'll let go, okay? Stand on your own."
God nodded very slightly.
Lucifer released Him—and was immediately drenched by a huge splash.
"You used a bucket, didn't you?!" he cried.
God blinked. "No."
Lucifer gasped. "Are you mad? It was just a splash. The fall was an accident."
"I'm not mad."
Liar.
He turned to leave.
"Yahweh, wait! I'll make it up to you."
God sighed and looked back. Before He could say anything, Lucifer had already sat down at the lake's edge.
With a flick of his black wings, he summoned magic.
Half the lake's water soared into the air, flower petals sparkling like gems.
Petals and water droplets rained down gently in a perfumed mist.
God instinctively raised a hand to shield Himself—but before He could, a large wing stretched overhead, blocking the rain.
Lucifer grinned. "Nice, right?"
God didn't speak. The droplets and petals fell around Him. Not grand, but strangely beautiful.
The sun peeked through. The air smelled of flowers and salt.
He blinked. His stern expression softened.
Lucifer, seeing no reaction, withdrew his wing and muttered, "Humans are hard to please..."
God turned away and hid a small smile.
"Let's go," He said.
Lucifer followed with a lazy "Mm-hmm."
Still sulking, God thought.
Wasn't he the one who got splashed?
He glanced back. Lucifer was dragging his feet.
Suddenly, God stopped.
Lucifer, startled, nearly walked into Him. He looked up—and nearly brushed his lips against God's chin.
He stepped back quickly, ready to complain.
But paused.
There, in God's gaze, was a rare softness.
"It was fun," God said quietly. "I liked it."
Lucifer stared.
And then—
Grinned.
Like a mischievous child finally forgiven.
The little wolf had won again.