Lucifer lay inside his bed wondering what the future would bring, his little angel still half dead inside his arms, snoring like a pig and rolling around on his chest.
He could feel the warmth of her skin while the sun shone through the window to his left, causing him to feel sluggish.
Nothing to do with him being a vampire; he just preferred the night a callback to being a human and playing games all night inside a dark room with canned drinks and noodles. 'Ah, what simple times back then, no murder or killing. Only waifus and playing the one-handed shuffle over them.'
"Lanza, are you still sleepy?" He asked with a gentle voice
"Mmmmm!"
Lanza began to stretch out on his chest, both hands passing by his face as she cracked the bones in her body, suddenly placing two soft palms along his face as she curled up around his body in delight.