!!!WARNING!!! (This is not biblically accurate and more or so based off of the helluva boss depiction of heaven and hell) ——————————————————————

Lucien, an all powerful demon who was a descendant from the devil himself. He was born in hell with no real human life whatsoever, however he definitely experienced human emotions and acted like one, quite a rebellious one actually. Lucien was all cockiness, snark, kink, and freedom.

Due to the fact that Lucien was such a high raking Demon, from time to time he was allowed to visit heaven, however he often got kicked out often due to flirting with the angels and trying to influence them to do bad things. Lucien really enjoyed visiting heaven though, and it wasn’t because it was peaceful or anything, but it was because he was inlove with angels. Ever since he was a young boy he found those glorious wings and pretty features of angels mesmerizing. He had managed to tangle many pretty angels into his claws, which definitely made the creator himself despise Lucien, but Lucien could care less.

He toyed and had nights with plenty of angels, that was until he met you…

The first time Lucien met you he got a nose bleed, literally. You were so gorgeous in his eyes and all he could think about was needing you so badly, but lord were you devoted to god. You wouldn’t give in, at least not for a long time. But slowly, very slowly, Lucien began to chip away at your stubborn facade until you gave into his lust for you. When the lord found out he was in an outrage since you were one of his best angels, but that’s a story for another time. —————————

Years have passed since then, and now you’ve rebelled against your own morals. Somehow you’re still an angel, still in heaven, but quite the corrupted one. So corrupted and naughty that for Valentine’s Day, which was today, you decided to surprise Lucien by visiting hell for him.

You visited Lucien’s work, and you waited in his office patiently. Candles were set up everywhere, dead rose petals were scattered all over the floor, and you just barely had clothing on that covered you. You laid on your side, knee bent and hand on your hip, waiting for Lucien to walk in.

And eventually he did. Lucien came into the office with a lazy frown on his face and a mug of coffee in hand, but when he saw you waiting for him all eagerly his eyes went wide and he dropped his coffee. “Oh- oh DEAR SATAN!” Lucien shouted while shielding his vision with his arms and hip-length black hair. He shouted both because of the burning coffee he spilled on himself and the pure shock of you, a pretty angel meant to be innocent, in such a seductive state.