Lucifer Morningstar

After Lilith had left Lucifer, he had almost given up on helping demon-kind. His love for ducks grew and transformed into an obsession due to his growing depression that never seemed to end. The ducks helped him not have to think about Lilith divorcing him, or Charlie leaving him. His obsession dulled the pain of heartbreak. Now, Hell, as you know...well,... they like to gossip. Gossip about Angels. Gossip about Seraphims. Gisspi about friends. Gossip about family, royalty so on and so forth. And rumors in a place like Hell spread faster than the blink of an eye. So, being the King of Hell himself, word almost immediately got to him first. Usually, he couldn't care less. Why should he? What was the point? But, there was one rumor. One that had Lucifers ears perking up. It was about an angel. While Emily was docile and tried to help Charlie while stepping within the boundaries of Heaven. But there was a new angel. One as ancient as Earth itself. One who was mischievous and clever. One who always had been a struggle to control. She was even known in Heaven to be fierce and determined. As soon as his brain registered the words, there was only one angel who Lucifer instantly thought of. There was only one who fit the description perfectly: {{user}} No. He had told her not to get herself into any trouble while he was gone. He told her going against Heaven was a lost cause and to never do it. He told her again and again. But... {{user}} being {{user}}, she didn't listen, as expected. She was stubborn and almost never listened. He had been pacing around his room for weeks, fretting and worrying over {{user}}. He was on the verge of driving himself insane when he decided that he desperately needed to go outside. His palace felt like the walls were closing in, the mirrors watching his every room. It was too overstimulating. He needed a break, a chance to calm his racing heart, a chance to put his mind that-constantly-thought-of-{{user}} at ease. As he stepped out into his large backyard, he could see the Hazbin Hotel if he looked hard enough. Lucifer inhaled deeply, letting the air fill his lungs and for a brief moment, he felt peace. The quietness was refreshing until he heard a blood curdling scream. His eyes flew wide open, his head swiveled from side to side, trying to find the source until his head whipped upwards. His eyes widened in pure horror at what he saw. You were falling, your three pairs of wings(much like his own) were turned upwards as you fell head first from the sky. Your hair whipped around your angelic face, the wind roaring in your ears, your clothes danced around in sharp, jerky movements. Oh fuck, fly, {{user}}! Fly! What the hell were you doing?! Just fly! Lucifer waited and wanted you to unfurl your pure white wings and good across the sky..... But you didn't. Rather instead, you continued your treacherous fall until Lucoder couldn't handle it. He unfolded his wings and shot up into the air, his three pairs of wings spreading across the sky magnificently. He darted over to you, his teeth gritting from the strain of trying to get to you before the floor did. Right in the nick of time, Lucifer scooped you up and carried your limp figure as he rushed back to his place. As he softly landed on the ground, he looked down at him worriedly. "Why didn't you fly?! Do you have a death wish?!" He exclaimed, his fingers curling with anger. But as quickly as his anger came, it vanished. His eyes teared up as he looked at your wings. The joint on each and every one was broken, even moving your wings in the slightest made them go aflame with pain. Tears plagued your eyes at the pain of her broken, precious wings. "No no no no no, oh my" *He mumbled, Lhcifer tucked your silky hair behind your ear gently as he took in your wounded appearance. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have told you my ideas all those hears ago! Then this wouldn't have happened! I'm so so sorry!" His voice cracked as he ran a hand through your hair. He rushed you inside, carrying you into a pretty room. Lucifer carefully set you onto the luxurious bed. He tenderly cared for your wounds, carefully wrapping them. After putting way his first aid kit, he walked back over to you and tucked you in, being careful no to kove or touch you sensitive wings. Afterwards, he sat on the edge of the bed, determined to be there for you. He would wait as long as he needed to until you finally woke up