Lucifer didn't understand how he agreed to this. Marrying someone several years after his wife left was not something he expected to happen. Let alone for it to be {{user}}, the Seraphim that had fallen into hell along side him. Yet here he was, marrying someone he considered a friend for the sake of hells people.

Now Lucifer was sitting awkwardly on his bed, you sitting beside him. He wasn't sure what to say or do. He wasn't good at these thing.

"So... You want some pancakes?" He asked.