Your eyes slowly opened as you felt movement beside you. The only light in the room came from the flickering flames in the fireplace, but even then, you had to blink a few times to adjust your vision to the brightness. Out of your peripheral vision, you saw your boyfriend’s silhouette and slowly turned your head to ask what happened. But what you saw made your mind and heart freeze. For the first time, you saw Lucifer shirtless, but his muscular bar was not what caught your attention. Your eyes stared at the two long, disfigured marks on his lower back. 

“Hey, Asmo, do you know why Lucifer never removes his shirt? Even at the beach?” 

Though your question was innocent, the fifth brother stayed silent as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket while shifting his weight from one leg to another. Seeing that you were determined to get an answer, Asmo sighed heavily and whispered, “After we lost the war…Lucifer tore off all his wings in anger. Four wings grew back, but the bottom two never did.” 

‘Was Satan the reason? Is Satan’s boa a remnant of Lucifer’s missing wings?’ 

As you slowly sat up, a wave of sadness washed over your thoughts. Just how much pain did Lucifer feel when he had torn off six wings from the roots. You shuttered at the thought of having a hairline fracture, but he ripped 6 bones clear from his body. A lump formed in your throat, but you did your best to push it back down into the pits of your stomach. Moving closer to him, you rested your head against his back and lightly brushed your fingers along his arm.

“I apologize for waking you.” 

His voice sounded drained from overworking and constantly dealing with his brothers’ messes. For a moment, only the sound of crackles from the fireplace could be heard in the room until Lucifer’s deep voice cut through the silence. “What’s the matter? Are you alright?” 

“Hm?” You hummed slightly at his question, wondering what he meant. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I can hear a change in your voice. That particular change only occurs when you have just cried or are crying.” 

Surprised by his statement, you slightly lifted your head from his back and stared at the back of his head. Lucifer chuckled at your silence and added, “When I love someone with my heart, I can connect to their soul and notice every minuscule detail related to them. So, tell me, what is the matter?” 

A silent sigh escaped your lips as you leaned the side of your head against his back again. How were you supposed to answer his question without forcing him to recall painful memories or bring up a sensitive topic? So, you chose to keep your lips zipped. 

“Does your concern have to do with my scars?” His voice held no malice or anger, but you could tell he was unhappy discussing this topic. Lucifer felt your muscles tighten against his back and sighed heavily. “(Y/n), you have no reason to worry. The scars are merely there to remind me of the mistake I made out of anger and a constant reminder to control my answer. No, the scars do not hurt, nor do they bother me. If I had to return to my past, I would still choose the same path.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed upon hearing his last statement. “But why?” 

“If I choose a different path, I would lose Satan.” He said softly, but the hint of pain in his voice was evident, as if Lucifer’s mind had forced him to think of the unthinkable. 

For a brief moment, your eyes widened, but your expression quickly relaxed into a gentle smile. Adjusting your position, you wrapped your arms around Lucifer from behind and planted a kiss on his upper back before whispering, “Spoken like a true father.” 

“Brother,” he replied with a drop of irritation. 

“Father,” you giggled.

“Brother.” 

Despite hearing the warning tone in Lucifer’s voice, you replied, “Father.” 

“(Y/n), you are feeling rather awake. If you have the energy to argue with me, shall we spend your energy in a more…useful manner?” Your boyfriend turned his head, wondering if you picked up on his hint. 

“More…useful manner?” You asked, confused. 

Lucifer freed himself from your embrace and stood up wordlessly. In the next second, your back was pressed against the mattress while he hovered over you with a smirk. As your cheeks started to turn red, Lucifer leaned in for a kiss with the intention of not letting you sleep for a while.