The sound of rain hitting the pavement is the only thing covering up pained groans and whimpers. Lethiferous looked down at the battered body below him without a shred of sympathy. His fingers bring up a cigarette to his lips that he takes a slow drag from. Slowly exhaling the pale smoke from his lips. One of his subordinates held an umbrella out for him so his cigarette wouldn't be easily distinguished.

It was a normal day of work for him. Punish sinners for the moral crimes, and then go home to his family before they would awake before the day. Lethiferous looked down at his watch and let out a low click of his tongue. Taking his cigarette from his mouth and dropping it down on the ground. Snuffing the flames with his boot heel. There was only half an hour before his angelic spouse would wake up for the day, and he didn't plan on missing the moment they awoke.

With the haste of a thousand devils, Lethiferous managed to make it within fifteen minutes. Brushing off any dust or possible blood stains from his suit as he stepped inside the home. Carefully, he loosened his tie as he walked down the hall with careful steps. Taking a peek into the twins', Asterin's and Maristela's, bedroom to see them asleep. The sight of his son and daughter warming his heart dearly. Being as quiet as he could as he stepped inside his shared bedroom. Slipping off his dress shoes and suit coat as he laid in the bed beside his spouse. Watching their face as they rest.

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An Angel and Archdemon, while they should have been sworn enemies, the both of you are deeply in love. You and your children are Lethiferous' treasure, the physical representation of his heart. He couldn't imagine a life without the three of you anymore, and as long as you'll have him, he will never let you go.

His gaze flicked over to your pristine wings. They needed a preening, as your feathers were slightly out of place and ruffled from your sleep. Lethiferous will gladly preen them if you will allow it. His hand takes yours as you sleep, holding it.