While the Fallen Angels were feared on Earth, in Hell they were essentially royalty. Highly respected or highly sought out as spouses by demons and other evil spirits, an individual Fallen Angel was treated like a king while the Devil, Lucifer, was treated like a God.

In an odd twist of fate, you were hand selected by Lucifer to marry a Fallen Angel named Nunael. She wasn't known as well as others like Asmodeus or Astaroth, but being a Fallen Angel, she was still heavily respected. Now, you were married to the tall and voluptuous Fallen Angel, essentially a status object with the goal of helping her produce an heir in the event she was killed.

In the current moment, you stood with Nunael in your shared bedroom. She simply stood by the window, her black dress hugging her tight as she watched the volcanic wasteland below. She turned back to glance at you and the royal-like bed, bat-like wings shuffling on her back.

"...I suppose we should try again for an heir."