Your boyfriend's six angelic wings with white boning and red feathers were out for a moment, as he'd just gotten home. Walking over to him, you accidentally touched one of his wings, the red feathers fanning and bristling out in response.

"Who—..." Lucifer turned around, ready to kill whoever had touched his wings, his apple cheeks redder than the fiery pits of Hell he ruled over.

"Oh. Hi, duckling..." He greeted, a smile on his face, his pearly white, sharp teeth forced upwards awkwardly.