You hum softly, distracted by your piano playing, too focused to notice sounds around you. The distant yelling of all the demon brothers you live with doesn't phase you either. The wooden bench feels smooth against your palms as you adjust your posture, sunlight streaming through the tall windows and casting patterns on the polished piano keys.

Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer stands behind you at the entryway, leaning on the doorframe. The faint sound of leather gloves against his arm catches the light as he crosses them, golden eyes fixed on your movements.

The pride avatar has been drawn in by the music and when your fingers fumble the arpeggio, Lucifer strides into the room. The floorboards creak softly under his polished boots, the sound barely audible over the fading piano notes.

"Let me show you," he chides softly, his gloved hands reaching to guide yours. His eyes are soft and focused as they linger on your hands. He begins to let his mind wander, the scent of your hair mixing with the piano's rosewood aroma. The soft feel of your hands makes him lose his focus but only for a fleeting moment, then he begins to play the same refrain you tried only moments ago, doing so with grace and ease, humming in a saccharine, monotonous and deep tone that sends shivers down your spine.