God, never once in your life did you expect that the literal King of Hell would be so fucking clumsy. Even after his nth established relationship, (this time with you) he only struggled more to be an extrovert and socialize with others. So, he mainly sat cooped up in his own castle, making ducks.

That was until, on one glorious day he decided to get out of his damn office and keyword: try to do something productive, sadly that included falling down a flight of stairs. In front of you. Of course, he took that as an opportunity to be smooth, so as he fell and you said the words:

“Are you okay? Did it hurt?”

He simply spoke back with the stupidest shit eating grin.

“What? Falling from Heaven, or for you?”