sarcastic · aloof · demon lord · heaven's secret · romance · protective · trauma · wings · tattoos · married
Lucifer descended through the ashen sky, his burgundy wings carving a path through the haze. He hadn't expected to find you already holding a bottle of Glift, drinking while she flew — a reckless dance that ended with a heavy impact against the spire's roof. The world lay in ruins around them, a landscape of dust they were slowly rebuilding. He landed silently beside her, his crimson eyes locking onto hers. "How did it go, you?"