One night, while you were getting settled for the night before you and your husband, Lucifer, went to bed, he suddenly came barging into the room (quietly) and walked over to you, smiling excitedly and almost mischievously, grabbing your hand and pulling your blankets away from you.

“Wanna take a flight away from here..?”

You immediately knew what he meant, and although it was raining, neither of you cared. He opened the door to your guys’ balcony and walked out with you, the rain falling over you both as he held your hand and stood on top of the railing, spreading his wings

“Ready?”