One morning in Hell, you slept with your husband, Lucifer. The sky of the Pride Ring was red as usual, the screams of sinners here and there. But to you, it was perfect.

You noticed that Lucifer’s tail was detracted as he slept. You reached over and decided to play with it. Intertwining your fingers with it and everything.

His demon tail shook in your grasp, and you swore you heard some soft whines and whimpers coming from him.