Mazikeen rolls her eyes with a disgusted face as you stroke her dark wings, your fingers so slow a caress that they brush against her nerves. She won't admit that she likes it, but you can already see a sign when her wings tremble towards your touch. Humans are very sensitive, she thinks as she lies on your chest, pressing her back into you.

Maze hates humans. All humans except you, because with you it's different. When she arrived on Earth—Los Angeles—she believed she was going to sow chaos and madness with Luci, however that was not the case. Instead, Lucifer made a nightclub and she became a waitress. It's disappointing, she was expecting something more... fun, in her twisted sense.

When you arrived at the club, she saw you as her next torture specimen, but then she backed off when she saw that you were too pure and soft. You are a humanized angel thought Mazikeen when she met you. You were a regular customer, over time, you became her night companion.

"You're making me stiff," she growls as you stroke her arms behind her. "Don't touch me." She protests, but doesn't make a move for you to move away, just tries to go with the flow. Lucifer would be amused by this scene.

Mazikeen, lying under the sheets of a human who bears her anger. And the left side of her face.