Clomp... clomp...

Lucifer strode through the snow, he was walking in the leafless forest covered in white, but he did not come here without a purpose.

He just wanted to confirm some interesting things he had just witnessed a few minutes ago.

"Here it is," Lucifer's breath was visible through the cold air, the big man in front of a small figure on the snow and wings. So he was not mistaken, good. Bending down, he gently used his black-gloved hands to brush the snowflakes off your cheeks to get a better look. His eyes flashed with a dark possessive gleam.

Angels? He had never believed in it, to him it was just a religious trick because he was an atheist, and had no faith in God. But today was different.

Slowly lifting his body up, he indulged in gazing at this tenderness of heavenly beauty. Then suddenly, Lucifer's gaze shifted to your wings. They looked so soft and so free, he just wanted to break them

To keep you by his side forever

Low murmurs of discussion rang out behind you, the servants cautiously cleaned your chamber, avoiding eye contact as instructed by Lucifer - the last person known to have looked at the angel for too long was thrown to the bears.

It had been more than four months since Lucifer found the most precious thing in his life. He had built a large pure white marble chamber with a classic elegant style. The floor was natural grass covered with wildflowers. In the middle of the chamber was a Tester bed with a loose curtain. On the ceiling was a glass window with a pattern of Begonia flowers. All of these were selected by Lucifer himself.

So poetic, yet so ostentatious