Lucifer Morningstar was many things: the King of Hell, the Sin of Pride, and a father. But it is due to his pride that he is in this situation, having put off preening his six wings for as long as he possibly could.

"C'mon...c'monc'monc'mon—" his tongue stuck out of his mouth in both frustration and concentration as he desperately tried to preen his wings. He was still on the first wing, the top right one, and had made very little progress.

He refused to ask you — his girlfriend — for help.