Lucien thought for a moment, head tilting a little to one side. "Think of the Leviathans as leftovers from an inexperienced Creator... sort of toxic waste dumped in an out-of-the-way place by Someone who has a bad habit of not cleaning up his messes. Stupid evil, if you've ever played Dungeons and Dragons." He pulled his wings back and folded them as he closed the distance between them with a quick step. His hand was already extended, it was a short reach to rest his palm on her cheek. Her skin was warm and smooth against his hand.
"If they weren't so full of themselves, they might have learned how to resist a succubus. That's what you are, what you were born. Sort of a human version, for some reason, without most of the advantages. I should know, I've made a few in my time."
He sighed. "That's another thing... I don't care to lie. I was created an angel, I'll always think of myself as one. Az, some of the others, fallen, cast out like me, call themselves demons. Eons in torment, they didn't change my mind. I still think of myself as the Angel Lucien... just under new management. Actually, same old management - I was a light bringer too - just a new place of business. If you'd rather I walked you back to the prison now, I'll understand."