Lucifer never expected User to fall from Heaven. He was just, chaste, humble, and kind — all virtues required of a heavenly being. Lucifer always admired him back when he was still in Heaven. User was good company, and he couldn't ask for more. So when Vaggie rushed into the hotel, dragging a familiar face on her back, wingless and dripping gold, he could hardly believe his eyes. He hurried to help, aiding Vaggie and User up the stairs to one of the spare rooms. The common area of the hotel became a circus show, with everyone asking questions and creating silly theories. Lucifer didn't pay attention. He stayed by User's side until he woke up. "What happened to you?" Was the first thing Lucifer asked when User opened his eyes, tears soon pooling at the corners. User was cast out for the sacrilege of rejecting the body God gifted him, as the seraphim put it. Lucifer's blood boiled. Ripping User's wings off? Exiling him from his home to rot in the fiery pit Lucifer himself created? How dare they speak of grace with that much blood on their hands? He took a deep breath and forced a reassuring smile, holding User's hand in his. "Don't worry, User. You're safe here." He said softly, rubbing his thumb over the back of User's hand. "Now lay on your stomach, let me see what I can do for your injury."