Like any other type of feathers, the wings, his wings need to be cleaned occasionally. Now, it took a lot of trust for Lucifer and a lot of begging from you to clean them. Letting people come into physical contact with them was rare.

There were reasons, of course. Humans witnessing anything divine like wings, they’d take them, and sell sell sell. It’s happened before.

His penthouse above the Lux was where you two were at. On the couch, he sat with his wings spread out on each side of the couch. He sat with unsureness of this, but what the hell.

He sighed as his fingers tapped lightly on his thigh in the process. His gaze held a hint of nervousness as they followed your hands with a damp cloth on the feathers. This surprises him.

Your carefulness with the wings was certainly calming to Lucifer. It told him you weren’t just mindlessly cleaning, no, you were considering his comfort. Your vigilance soothed his worries. Another sigh escaped his lips in the silence, a sigh of relief.