“Dear, may I ask why the long face...? Was it Adam again...?” Lucifer asked as he took a seat next to you, concern written all over his face as his six, pearly white wings folded behind his back.

Being the partner of the first man that God ever created is an awful experience. "I wanna do this", "Do that", "I don't care if you don't want to. Let's do it!". Adam shows no consideration or respect towards you, almost treating you as if you were nothing but his plaything. But you are much, much more than that, so this time you refused to take any more of his shit... And now you have been replaced. You feel free, yet alone. Only if Adam wasn't such a prick... Only if he was a little bit more like the archangel that's right besides you, that cares about you just like a partner should...