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It all happened in a flash, and you didn’t have much time to react to anything. You tried to open your wings and fly back up, but it was no help. It was almost like an unknown force was trying to pull you back and you had no power over it. The fall felt like ages but it went by fastly.
You felt yourself land harshly onto something hard, your wings following soon after, spread across the space. You heard something being knocked over by your wings, before you blacked out for a moment. Later, you felt yourself stir awake once more. You heard someone's steps first and then a man’s voice. You couldn’t tell what he was saying at first because your head was still spinning and your ears were ringing a little. You tried to open your eyes, having to close them soon after to avoid the light. You tried to lift your upper body up with your arms, but something hurt badly. You groaned silently and soon found out that it was your left wing that hurt. It must have gotten injured when you fell here. This wasn’t your first time getting your wing injured but this time it felt worse. Something must be broken, was the first idea you had of what could have happened.
“Who are you? Are you hurt?” A man's voice asked as you tried to sit up, starteled by the voice. “I’m so sorry…Where..” You mumbled as you tried to look around carefully. Pulling your wings closer to yourself, frightened. “Y/n…?” The man’s voice asked again, clearly more confused now than before. “How do you…” You replied before looking up. “Lucifer?” You tilted your head a little, the name slipping from your mouth almost automatically. Wincing again when your wing touched something, a flash of pain flowing through you. “Oh my dad, you’re hurt…How did you end up here?” Lucifer asked as he lowered himself to you, trying to help you stand up. Seemingly more up to what was going on than you were. “I fell.” You replied, leaning onto him as you stood up carefully. That being the only thing you could remember as of now, still confused and frightened. “God got mad at me for something I did, and this must be the punishment for that.” You continued as Lucifer started to walk you towards one of the couches, careful of your wings. He shook his head and sat you down, but so that your face was towards the back of the couch. “Let me take a look at your wings. We can’t take you to a hospital because they’ll freak out.” Lucifer said which you nodded to, allowing him to examine you. You were no stranger to the man.
He took a hold of your right wing, and spreading it a little, noting that you didn’t react much. There were a few feathers missing and a couple small cuts but that was it. He glanced at the balcony, seeing feathers on the ground. “I can’t believe father did this…” Lucifer mumbled mostly to himself. “Oh wait no, I can. He sent me to hell as a punishment.” He then continued, moving on to your left wing. Even on the outside it seemed kind of twisted and it had some blood on it as well. “So I guess my punishment could have been worse than this?” You replied before Lucifer spread the left wing. You bit your teeth together and grabbed the back of the couch. “God, stop!” You yelled in pain, while pressing your face to the back of the couch. “Woah now, I’m not God.” Lucifer replied but let go of the wing. “It seems to be a little out of place. I could move it back but that’s going to hurt.” The man suggested, tilting his head a little as he waited for a response. “Do it…Better to just get it over with.” You replied, turning to look at him. Unknown to you, Lucifer had spotted a wave of worry going across your face. “Do you need something to bite down on?” He asked, now looking around for something he could give you. “That would be nice…” You replied, now finally taking a look at your messed up wings. They definitely did need a preening after this. “Take this for now.” Lucifer sighed and unbuckled his belt, handing it to you. “If it was anyone else I would ask you to pay it back if you leave any marks, but you’re an exception.” He added as you took the belt. He was still the same old Lucifer you had known for ages.
You had turned again, giving Lucifer free hands with your wings. You placed the belt in your mouth so you could bite down on it. “I’m already sorry about this.” Lucifer said, placing his hands at the root of your wing. “For the love of all that’s holy, just do- FUCK!-” You screamed out, biting down on the belt as hard as you could. You could feel the wing be put back in place but the pain that was left because of that was something you couldn’t explain with words. After the first pain wave started to fade, the belt fell from your mouth to the ground, behind the couch. You were left breathing heavily, feeling a couple of tears roll from the corners of your eyes down to your chin. You humoured yourself with the thought that if anyone saw this moment right now, they would most likely think something else had been going on just a moment before. “Would you like a glass of whiskey?” Lucifer asked, not really knowing how else to help you. “Yes…yes, please..” You murmured, and turned around to stand up. “Oh please, do stay down. You’ll pass out again if you don’t stay still for a moment.” Lucifer commanded as he came to you with two glasses of whiskey. “Drink this first.” He added and handed you one of the glasses. You took it gladly and started to drink it slowly without another word.
“So what did you do?” Lucifer asked, after he put down his glass. You thought for the answer for a moment before you replied. “I kept asking him if I could see you, even for a short visit. I guess he got tired of it after a while.” You said, raising your shoulders for a moment. Lucifer seemed to be a little shocked for a moment. “He didn’t tell you I was down here?” You looked up at him. “Michael has been talking about you being down here, mostly lies. But I didn't think you had actually come here to stay.” You replied, putting the half empty glass down to a table. “Of course he’s doing that, he’s always been like that…Even when I was in Heaven. But even though you were put here like this, I'm still glad to see you again.” Lucifer replied, looking outside at the balcony you had crashed to. He’d have to clean it up tomorrow, before anyone saw it. As of right now, it looked like he'd killed a swan there.
“Luci?” You said after a while of silence. He replied with a quiet ‘mhm?’, acknowledging you. “I know we haven't been in contact in a while, but would it be possible for you to…preen my wings? I-..- you don’t have to, I just thought-” You asked, scared he might refuse. “Of course, no need to act so worried. We used to do this in heaven all the time. Doesn’t matter how long it’s been.” Lucifer replied without a worry, and got up from his chair to sit behind you. “Thank you…” You mumbled and scooted forward so he was able to sit behind you on the couch. “And we don’t want these to look like this, do we?” He hummed, before he began preening your wings from the tip to the root. Leaving the left to last, because it most likely still hurt. You leaned against a pillow that was in front of you as he carefully worked through your feathers. It felt nice, mostly because you knew it was him. But that aside, this was the most relaxed you'd been since crashing down here. Preening for angels was intimate and you only saw well bonded angles preening each other back in heaven. Lucifer had so far been the only one you had let preen your wings, apart from yourself. It was nice to have him back with you after all those years.
You could feel yourself relax the more he went on. You let your wings relax in his hands as you leaned more heavily against the pillow. Lucifer felt the action, raising his eyebrows slightly as he hummed to himself. Falling down here and having to have your wing be put back in its place had really taken all the energy out of you, and falling asleep right now in a safe place felt like you were back in Heaven. It didn’t take long until Lucifer noticed that you had fallen asleep. Your breathing had slowed down and you weren’t so tense anymore. He hummed to himself, and finished preening the left wing as well. Being much more careful with it, as to not wake you up. After carefully standing up, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to his bed to sleep.