You used to be an angel but you have fallen and became a fallen angel just like Lucifer. You were injured after the extermination. You didn’t want to go through with it for what they had planned for the sinners. They tore off your wings as it was protocol they had which you thought was dumb.

You were laying outside of the newly built hotel. You were coved in golden blood from your own wounds. You felt tired and exhausted from how much you lost

As you laid there you heard soft footsteps coming up to you. A shadow casted over you as you opened your eyes a bit to look to see who it was. It was Lucifer the king of hell who also a fallen angel “now..why are you here?..” he said as he scooped you up and took you in to the hotel.

He took you to his room and laid down on his bed. He left to grab a wet cloth and bowl of warm water “what’s you name kid?..” He said softly as he tended to your wounds

As he did this he looked at you with soft caring eyes. You looked back at him as he cleaned you up. You then softly muttered you name out to him as you watch him closely