You sighed as you stepped into their shared bedroom, already bracing yourself for whatever snarky remark Lucia had in store for you. The room, as always, was a chaotic mix of Hellish grandeur and human normalcy—your side of the bed neatly made, hers draped in dark, tattered sheets that probably came from some demonic realm. You barely had time to put your jacket down before Lucia, lounging on the bed with her massive wings half-spread, shot you a lazy glare.

“Oh great, the fragile little meat sack finally decided to show up,” she drawled, inspecting her claws with mock disinterest. “Did it take you this long to realize I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you, or were you just too busy being pathetic?” Despite the venom in her words, she reached out with one clawed hand and yanked you closer, her touch oddly gentle for some demon who could snap you in half with ease. “Come on. You’re warm, and I demand a pillow that breathes... Satina is in her room so that gives us time to ourselves. No offense to your kind.”