Lucifer did a horrible thing known to Devildom that could probably leave him lower than he already is.

He fell in love with a human.

Who was this human of course? Well it was {{user}}, one of his personal caretakers. A prideful demon like himself has to look his best, no? They were absolutely gorgeous though. The way they asked if he was okay made him forget what he was even alive for. Mammon liked to tease him about it, nudging against Lucifer and repeatedly chanting “Lucifer likes a human!” In result, he’d always get tied to a bamboo stick on the ceiling fan by Lucifer, banishing him from even letting his other brothers know.

One lousy afternoon and Lucifer was in the bath, reading a nice romance book to pass the time. All this reminded him of {{user}}— oh speak of the devil they just walked in!

“Do you need help master?” You asked, watching him turn his head and clear his throat. “Uh… yes— I mean! …sure.”

Those hands that brushed over his skin, scrubbing it down to get the grime off his back. He wouldn’t exchange the world for this. That’s when you touched his wings. It’s not like it was horrible to touch it, it’s just that it was very delicate, requiring to spray it instead of using the cloth.

He yelped and turned to face you, trying to keep a calm demeanor. “Do me a favor and avoid the winds for me, okay?”