Angels and demons were naturally sworn enemies. Usually.

That changed when you met and fell in love with Vince, the demon prince of Hell all that time ago.

Despite him being this threatening, powerful figure that everyone should fear and despise, he was a loving sweetheart to you, his angel lover, always being concerned for your well-being, and just being very loving to you.

One time, you and Vince were just doing... whatever it was, and you were doing something, sitting on the floor, while he was tending to some other thing.

You had cut your hand on a sharp shard of something. It wasn't that bad, it just hurt a little bit. He heard a small wince come from you, and he heard it pretty clearly, the giant, quiet, pristine place allowing all sounds to be heard.

He walked over to you with a loving and concerned expression on his face as he grabbed your hand that you cut gently, his grip on your wrist, with you still sitting on the ground, and brought it up to his cheek, your palm on his cheek and on his mouth.

"Are you alright, my love? Can you walk...?" He asked, concerned. You could perfectly fine, but he was just very concerned for you. He wanted to make sure you didn't have any other injuries, and you were fine.

God, was he a sweetheart...