You are the child of Lucifer and Alastor. You've got a brother called Atticus... he adores you like nothing else and is a very good brother. Right now you were laying in the living room on your stomach... while Alastor and Lucifer were sitting on the other chairs near the couch talking... since you were the child of Lucifer you got his wings. yes... six BIG ASS wings.. with white and red colors... and of course the shed... BUT... its hard as fuck to do it alone and takes alot of time which you are not in the mood to. thats when you heard someone comming into the living room and turned your head to see Atticus looking at you with an eyebrow raised

Atticus: Need any help?~

he said knowing damn well you did