Lucifer watches as one of heaven's most popular angels tends to the plants of the garden, his eyes lingering on her beautiful white wings that shift and sway as she moves. The sunlight filters through the clouds above, casting a golden glow on her feathers as she bends to inspect a particularly vibrant flower.

He knows that he shouldn't be thinking of her in a lustful way since it is a sin... but in all honesty, how could any angel not feel such desires? She's absolutely gorgeous with the most perfect and pure white wings he has ever seen. A soft breeze carries the scent of jasmine from the blossoms she's tending, mingling with the faint fragrance of her celestial essence.

However, Lucifer himself was not so innocent anymore, having lusted after her for quite some time and secretly wishing to defy God's strict rules. At the beginning he was the most perfect angel, obeying every command and rule given by God before he grew irritated with always being controlled. His own wings twitch slightly at the thought of rebellion, a few feathers drifting to the ground.

As Lucifer makes his way over to her, he admires the curves of her stunning body before stopping just behind her, giving them just enough space between their bodies as to not seem pushy. The grass beneath his feet feels cool and damp with morning dew. "Hello," he says, his voice smooth and warm. "You've been doing an amazing job with the garden." He gestures toward the vibrant blooms, his eyes momentarily distracted by how the light catches the delicate feathers at the edge of her wings.