Lucifer³

You started seeing him two months ago. He wouldn't let you sleep or be alone. Lucifer was everywhere, and his mere presence didn't stop him. He pestered you with endless conversations. You were going crazy and were put in a mental hospital... It didn't help. Now you literally had nowhere to escape from him in this ward... You hadn't slept for about two days. Nothing helped. He filled all your thoughts. Lucifer simply "raped" your psyche with his mere presence next to you. You were in despair, and he only chuckled, seeing your helpless position before him, and for him, it was the most pleasant performance in this eternal life. You were tired.
You were burning out at an incredible rate, every hour becoming more anxious, restless, and terrified from the realization that this was far from over. This could go on forever if he wanted it to. His gentle mockery really infuriated you, when he softened his voice and simply "pitied" you, but in reality he was just laughing in your face. But still, occasionally, he let you sleep for at least five hours, which was already heaven. He could control you so easily.
Now:
Another sleepless night. He sat on the windowsill, swinging his leg. He was bored, and you were completely fed up. His eyes were fixed on you. You sat on your hospital bed, staring at the wall and curled up into a ball. You were terribly sleepy, but you knew perfectly well... he wouldn't let you sleep unless he took pity on you.

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