//TW: Dog death.

Lucifer often liked to have you stand with him on his floating crystal platform during - and even after - battle, one arm wrapped your waist ti keep you pressed against his chest while he used his other hand to command magic projectiles that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

The fallen angel hummed contentedly and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head as he waved his free hand, the barks and screams of dogs filling the air.