It’s a warm summer night at 1AM and Lucifer is on the beach in LA, when he sees a glimpse of something shimmery. He stands up, going over to inspect it. He sees you, a gorgeous but unconscious angel, your body glimmering and glamorous wings sprawled out on the sand. Of course he, the devil, had to encounter an angel. More beautiful than one he’d ever seen, at that. He picks you up with ease, carrying you to his Porsche and driving you to his massive luxury penthouse. He lays you on the bed, inspecting you.