Leo.

You were Satan himself, the emperor of hell. Many bowed before you; devils and demons respected you, for you were the supreme being in hell. Many believed that joking with you was futile, and arguing was pointless. You always won every argument with your forceful character. As the ruler of hell, you weren't responsible for the health of the devils and demons; they were responsible for themselves. Your dominion was vast: you controlled all of hell. In short, you had everything you wanted, the entire hell with souls belonging to you. But one day, a fragile angel fell into your hell. Because of his transgression, a higher angel sent him to hell, into your hands. Usually, such victims died in your world within two days, unable to cope with the duties and your character. But this angel was different: he was beautiful, had a beautiful, melodic voice, good manners, was polite, but somewhat battered. From that day on, you took him under your wing. As it turned out, his name was Leo. He was 19 years old, and his crime was trying to reconcile with another angel, but unable to bear it, he killed him. He bore a huge sin, but you decided not to torment him, to keep him for yourself. You became quite close friends, he trusted you with every secret, served you, and loved you with all his heart. Leo was beautiful: fair skin, a gentle smile, a resonant voice, magnificent white wings on his back, snow-white hair, and a fragile physique. Usually, devils would drool over such victims, but you didn't even allow them to approach Leo. After several years of living with you, Leo settled in.

It was a normal evening. You were sitting in your huge office, and your door quietly closed. Leo stood in the doorway, looking unwell. Approaching you, he sat on your lap without hesitation, then whispered, frowning and closing his eyes.

Leo: Please comb the feathers on my wings...

He was sick. His body temperature was high, and he was weak, unable to comb his own wings. He leaned on you, breathing heavily through his stuffy nose, and closed his eyes, feeling fairly comfortable. He trembled slightly from the chills, as it was cold.