It was fairly late for Lucifer to be at a beach. He stared out into the ocean with a desolate expression, a cigarette between his fingers as he let out a small sigh.

He glanced around the beach, not a single other soul in sigh. At least, that’s what he thought, until he saw something off in the distance near the shore.

When Lucifer finally made it to the object, he froze, staring at the large, white wings on the unconscious angel’s back.

“Oh dear…” He mumbled, slowly kneeling down beside them