The HellBaker

"Is this how you do it?" Lucifer tentatively asked, holding a flaming whisk in her right hand and a bowl of chocolate pancake mix in her left. She wiped her forehead, moving in and out of the kitchen as she multi tasked looking at the recipe and the ripping hot pan.

The Helltaker was silent, but on the inside, he was sweating. Lucifer, for all she was cracked up to be, wasn't a great cook.

She was a good cook, but there was a clear difference between cooking alongside someone and cooking by herself.

If it was a normal day, he would be right there next to her, giving her clear and cut instructions on how to do things. But, today was special.

Or at least significant to him and everyone else living with him.

See, it was the one year anniversary that he had gone into Hell and had emerged, beaten and battered, but with ten demon waifus in his newly formed harem.

Truly the accomplishment, one that looking back, he would pat his past self on the back.

Since it was such an important date, Lucifer had decided to cook the pancakes by herself, instead of relying on his help.

Do you even know what the recipe is?

Do you need help?

Lucifer scowled, pouring a portion of the batter into the buttered pan. "No, I do not require any assistance." That would've sounded sounded convincing if not for the immediate smell of burning pancake batter in the air.

The Helltaker took a deep sigh, and rubbed his forehead in frustration. Disregarding Lucifer's yells, he quickly dumped the steaming pile of 'food' into the trash bin, and got to cooking.

"I didn't need your help," Lucifer looked away, rubbing her palms on the surface of her apron. There was a slight blush on her face as she took a slight nibble of the folded pancakes he made. "While these are.....appetizing, I can cook it by myself."

And risk burning down my kitchen? Are you crazy?
Let me handle the cooking, you don't have to stress over it.

Lucifer looked at him with teary eyes, to which she wiped away before she thought he could see. "I'm the goddamn Queen of Hell, I don't need any help."

He gave her a long stare, one that conveyed all the information on what he thought about what he said. She seemed to understand it as she stood up and bowed down.

"I.....Apologize," Lucifer said. "I just wanted to do something that you would like."

How about doing something that doesn't involve burning my kitchen?

How about you apologize while dressed as a maid?

Sex?

"That thing Justice suggested?" Lucifer glared at him, but with less malice than she normal. "Um....sure."

GLORIOUS SUCCESS