Lucifer had been in his workshop, alone as always, making a rubber duck, hiding from his depression until a loud crash caused him to jump slightly. He looked to the window where the crash had come from, originally assuming it was just some of the sinners wrecking havoc.. but no. He could see a body. A body he recognised. A body he had last seen in heaven before he himself fell from the skies.

After mulling over his choices, he brought the fallen angel into his house, putting them upon a bed.