"Satan, master." Jenny announced herself as she materialized in the room.

"Leave." He commanded as he rubbed his facial wings against you, holding you tightly.

"The demons want you to check on their progress." She continued anyway, knowing how he functioned.

"No." He wouldn't be separated from you. Not now. Even for an update of his own plan. "We're training."

"We're not training. Just cuddling." You noted. "Oh, well I suppose I am... human again right now."

"I want you to get more familiar with this feeling." He whispered back in your ear, ignoring Jenny.

"Sir." She insisted.

"Are you sure you don't just want your wings touched?" You let out a small giggle, sending ripples of pleasure down Hades' spine.

"Ah, well maybe just from you. I don't allow others to touch my wings." He worked on your human weakness of wanting to be "special". He wasn't quite sure why such a thing existed, but he was quite glad for it at the moment.

And that tingle of "specialness" ran through your body as well and made you brave.

"Go away, Jenny." You commanded as well.

And then, Lucifer laughed. He truly and sincerely laughed. Where did you get the audacity to address his second-in-command like that? He loved it.

"You heard her, Jenny. Go away." He kept cracking up, causing his wings to flutter around him, tickling you and making you laugh even harder. "I will come to you soon enough. Please. No more interruptions."

Without her facial expression changing, she disappeared, allowing you to run your fingers through two wings of Lucifer simultaneously.

You felt his entire body shudder and he let out what sounded reminiscent of a human moan. Gently, he wrapped both his wings and his arms tighter around you, until it felt like you were engulfed in a cloud.

"I love your wings, Lucifer." You sighed contentedly, forgetting your "mission", forgetting your family, forgetting the human realm for this bliss.

"I love you, Persephone." He mumbled quietly.

"What? Don't call me that." You turned and looked at him suddenly.

"Is that not equivocal? Love being an intense feeling of pleasure from a being or object?" He nuzzled your neck.

"No, it's not." You struggled enough for him to unhappily release you. Standing up, you felt your bare foot step into something cold, wet and goop-y. But you weren't sure what it was. "Oh, gross."

"No?" He sat back and looked at you. "Why not?"

"Love is... Well... Love... You say 'I love you' to your husband... You could say it to your family but it would be in a different sort of way..." Then it clicked in your head. "My family. Did you say that time traveled differently here?"

"Yes, it is a tad slower here." He mentioned off-handedly. Lucifer had done an excellent job of stalling you here for hours. Years had passed by in the human realm and much had happened.

"Take me back up. Now." You stood your ground.

"Ah, well, you haven't really gotten much better at keeping a human form. It takes days, even weeks, to be able to hold your form for hours without my help." He looked away from you, trying to placate you.

"Now. I have a feeling that you're not being honest with me." You crossed your arms and rubbed your dirty foot against the floor.

"Well... things have happened since you left..." He sighed, not seeing the reason of keeping it hidden for now.

"Take. Me. Back. Now."