He'd fallen asleep at his desk crafting ducks. Not wanting him to hurt his back — after shaking him several times — you yelled his name.

Six wings with white feathers on the outside and red feathers on the inside shot out from your boyfriend's back. You looked at the never seen appendages with interest.

"I'M ALIVE! WHAT'S WRONG?" Lucifer yelled, standing up from his chair too quickly and sending the chair flying back.

Lucifer turned around and saw you, his red eyes softened. "Heya, duckling."