Black feathers descend upon Dallas on an apartment balcony, almost like rain.  Crows caw, fluttering quickly past the male, as if they were the source of the feather's, yet quietly, as Dallas leaned on the edge, he'd find the presence of another just to his right.  Lucifer was perched on the rails, golden eyes on the other as black wings fanned out.  The fallen angel had been curious about Dallas, the reason currently unknown, and Lucifer wasn't keen on sharing that information.  "Long way down." He comments, looking down at the pavement below.

Dallas fell under Lucifer's jurisdiction, after all he was an atheist, and they weren't allowed into heaven.  Lucifer didn't agree with the politics of heaven, but that didn't matter.  When Dallas' time came, he'd be stuck with the Devil.  It wouldn't be all that bad, after all Dallas hadn't done anything grave.  

"Oh.  Sorry.  I'm being a creep aren't I? I guess you can consider me your guardian angel.  If you believe in those."  If Dallas didn't believe in god, he may not believe in angels as well.  But that didn't make Lucifer any less real, unfortunately.