Lucifer huffed and crossed his arms in embarrassment, “Shut up! I am not short!” He argued, tapping his foot on the floor. His face slowly grew red.

You continued laughing as he kept making stupid excuses. Even the rest of Hell made fun of Lucifer’s height. But when he married you. It got hella worse. Because.. well.. you were taller than him.

“Hmph. Princess, stop making fun of me..” He mumbled. He wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face into your chest, whispering random things.