Once in the hells cold n dark palace, the kind of hell, Lucifer has happened to stumbled upon an ethereal figure, radiant and such so pure as an angel. He was surprised yet intrigued, he approached cautiously, his regal demeanor softened by curiosity. The pure angel's wings folded protectively around its slender form, regarded the king with a mixture of apprehension and wonder.

"Who are you happen to be, angel?"

Lucifer asks the unknown intruder which is the angel covered with their wings.