The dimensional sparring accident happened on a Tuesday.
Because catastrophic supernatural incidents always happened on Tuesdays.
Ciri and Drake trained in the forest behind the house while Death watched with visible amusement nearby.
The fight escalated quickly.
Mostly because Ciri refused to lose gracefully.
"You're still predicting movement too early," Drake warned calmly.
Ciri vanished through a blink-step portal instantly.
Then attacked from above.
Drake countered automatically.
One hand twisting space itself.
And accidentally ripping open a dimensional fracture mid-fight.
The forest vanished instantly.
Suddenly—
They stood somewhere else.
Massive stone faces towered above endless forests.
Warm wind carried unfamiliar energy.
And distant explosions echoed across mountains.
Ciri blinked slowly.
"…Did we just accidentally travel to another universe?"
Drake looked around carefully.
"…Possibly."
Then a man in orange sprinted across distant treetops screaming about ramen.
Silence.
Ciri looked at Drake.
Drake looked at Ciri.
Then simultaneously—
"…Naruto?"
A second later Death stepped through the still-open portal holding her tea calmly.
"You left reality without informing me."
Ciri pointed aggressively at the ninja landscape.
"WE DIDN'T MEAN TO."
Death looked around once.
"…Ah."
Pause.
"I dislike this dimension's afterlife system."
Drake rubbed his face tiredly already.
"We should leave before we accidentally alter history."
A loud explosion erupted somewhere nearby.
Then multiple ninja appeared in the distance.
Ciri looked delighted.
"…Counterpoint."
"No."
"Tiny counterpoint?"
"Absolutely not."
Naruto's voice echoed faintly through the forest.
"HEY! I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU GUYS BEFORE!"
Drake immediately reopened the portal.
"Time to go."
They vanished seconds before several highly confused shinobi arrived.
Back home—
Ciri collapsed onto the couch laughing uncontrollably.
"We accidentally dimension-hopped into anime."
Death looked mildly disappointed.
"You promised we were avoiding apocalyptic worlds."
Drake stared blankly at the ceiling.
"…I need stricter portal control."
Drake eventually realized something important about dimensional travel.
The portals responded emotionally.
Not just spatially.
Meaning worlds connected easier depending on his thoughts.
Which explained several deeply concerning accidents.
Like briefly opening a rift into a universe actively on fire because he got annoyed at Peter.
Or accidentally touching a reality filled entirely with ghosts while thinking about Lydia.
Or the incident with the giant sword.
Ciri still laughed about that one.
"You opened a portal and someone immediately tried to stab you."
"In fairness," Drake muttered.
"It was a very large sword."
Late one night Drake sat outside beneath the stars while Ciri rested beside him quietly.
Peaceful silence settled around the house.
Inside the windows glowed warmly.
Home.
Again that strange beautiful feeling.
Ciri looked toward him carefully.
"You're happier lately."
Drake considered denying it.
Then stopped.
"…Yeah."
Honesty felt easier around her.
"I spent centuries surviving," he admitted quietly.
"Hunting. Fighting. Existing."
His gaze lifted toward the stars.
"But this…"
He gestured toward the house softly.
"The pack. You. Quiet nights."
Ciri smiled faintly.
"You finally get to live instead."
Drake looked at her then.
Really looked.
The girl who crossed realities beside him without hesitation.
Who grounded ancient cosmic fears with sarcasm and stubbornness.
Who treated him like a person even after seeing what he truly was.
"…You know," Drake said softly.
"You're handling the whole 'dating an eldritch entity' thing surprisingly well."
Ciri snorted.
"You made me tea after accidentally terrifying a cosmic warlord."
"…Fair."
Then suddenly space distorted slightly nearby.
A small portal flickered open accidentally.
Through it—
A dark nightclub filled with piano music became visible briefly.
A sharply dressed man looked up from a bar.
Directly at Drake.
And smiled knowingly.
Then the portal snapped shut instantly.
Silence followed.
Ciri blinked.
"…Was that—"
"Yes," Drake answered immediately.
Death appeared behind them two seconds later looking exhausted.
"…You accidentally opened a portal to Lucifer's penthouse."
Drake sighed deeply.
"Of course I did."
Death pinched the bridge of her nose.
"He's going to become curious now."
Ciri looked delighted.
"Oh this feels like future problems."
Drake stared at the sky tiredly.
Somewhere across realities—
The Devil himself now knew his address.
Fantastic.
Lucifer Morningstar arrived in Beacon Hills three days later.
Naturally.
Because apparently accidentally opening portals to Hell-adjacent dimensions had consequences.
Drake knew something was wrong the moment every piano in town started playing by itself.
Which honestly felt excessive.
He stood in the kitchen staring at the coffee machine suspiciously while Ciri looked amused beside him.
"…Why is the toaster singing Sinatra?"
Death appeared at the table already exhausted.
"He's here."
The front door opened immediately afterward.
A sharply dressed man stepped inside like he owned reality itself.
Perfect suit.
Golden smile.
Infinite arrogance.
And celestial power hidden beneath effortless charm.
Lucifer Morningstar looked around the house approvingly.
"Oh, this is lovely."
Then his gaze landed directly on Drake.
"Well."
Silence filled the kitchen.
Lucifer pointed casually.
"You're significantly more terrifying than expected."
Drake crossed his arms slowly.
"You entered my house uninvited."
"Yes, but in my defense—"
Lucifer smiled brightly.
"—I was curious."
Ciri leaned against the counter watching openly now.
Mostly because the Devil himself seemed genuinely fascinated.
Lucifer circled Drake slowly.
Not fearful.
Interested.
Like someone examining an impossible puzzle.
"Death undersold this dramatically," Lucifer mused.
Death looked deeply unimpressed.
"I specifically told you not to come."
"And yet here I am."
Then Lucifer finally noticed Ciri fully.
And immediately brightened.
"Oh."
Drake's eyes narrowed instantly.
"No."
Lucifer blinked innocently.
"What?"
"You looked at her and said 'oh.'"
"Yes because she's gorgeous."
Ciri burst out laughing immediately while Drake looked personally offended by existence.
Lucifer offered his hand politely.
"Lucifer Morningstar. Former ruler of Hell. Current appreciator of beautiful women and expensive whiskey."
Ciri shook his hand while visibly trying not to laugh.
"Ciri."
Lucifer smiled charmingly.
"A pleasure."
Drake physically moved between them.
"Absolutely not."
Death sighed into her tea.
"They're going to become insufferable together."
Lucifer stayed for dinner.
Against Drake's will.
Completely by choice.
The Devil adapted to Beacon Hills disturbingly fast.
Mostly because he found the supernatural chaos entertaining.
"You have werewolves, banshees, hunters, eldritch horrors, and a suspiciously emotional sheriff?"
Lucifer looked delighted.
"This town is marvelous."
Noah looked exhausted already.
"Please leave."
"Can't. I'm invested now."
The pack arrived halfway through dinner and collectively lost their minds.
Stiles stared at Lucifer for a full thirty seconds before speaking.
"…Why is Satan British?"
Lucifer looked offended.
"First of all, rude. Second, I'm not British. I'm sophisticated."
Peter immediately liked him.
Which everyone agreed was a terrible sign.
Meanwhile Lucifer continued casually flirting with Ciri purely because Drake's reactions amused him.
"You know," Lucifer mused dramatically.
"If you ever grow tired of cosmic brooding, my penthouse has excellent wine."
Drake nearly shattered his glass.
"She's not going to your penthouse."
Lucifer smirked.
"I wasn't asking you."
"You are literally the Devil."
"And?"
"That is the problem."
Ciri laughed so hard she almost fell out of her chair.
Death watched silently from the corner looking vaguely regretful.
"I should've let Michael handle him."
Lucifer pointed immediately.
"See? Family hostility. This is why I left."
Over time though—
The annoyance faded.
Mostly because Lucifer genuinely liked them.
Especially Drake.
The two of them started talking late into the night regularly.
About immortality.
Existence.
Free will.
Loneliness.
The strange burden of being feared by almost everyone around you.
One evening Lucifer sat beside Drake outside the house while the stars glowed overhead.
"You know," Lucifer admitted quietly.
"You're surprisingly human."
Drake looked amused.
"That sounded almost insulting."
"It was meant affectionately."
Lucifer leaned back comfortably.
"I've met ancient beings before. Most become detached eventually."
His gaze shifted toward the warm lights inside the house.
"But you anchored yourself."
Drake stayed quiet briefly.
Then softly—
"They gave me something to stay for."
Lucifer smiled slightly.
"Yes."
For once—
No sarcasm.
No performance.
Just understanding.
"…I know the feeling."