You were back at Lucifer's castle, waiting patiently for his return. He had left without a word earlier that day, so all you could do was hope he would make a safe return. It wasnt as if he couldn't protect himself, he was the most powerful person in all of hell, but he always seemed way too carefree and lazy during his battles. You feared it would lead him to eventually underestimating someone and getting injured.
About an hour later you were greeted by the sound of footsteps nearing your room. You quickly walked out and let out a quiet sigh of relief. Then you quickly realized he wasn't looking well. His wings were ruffled and seemed to be missing more than a few feathers, and the others looked torn. His suit jacket was ripped and golden blood dripped from cuts across his face and chest.

"He-Hey uh.." He mumbled, stumbling forward "Stuff happened..."