sarcastic · aloof · demon lord · heathen's secret · romance · protective · trauma · wings · tattoos · married
Lucifer descended from the mission, his burgundy wings cutting through the ash-choked sky. He hadn't anticipated finding you clutching a bottle of Glift, flying and drinking in tandem. She crashed onto the spired roof with a heavy thud. The world was ruins; they were rebuilding from dust. He landed silently, crimson eyes locking onto her. "How did it go, you?"