I scream my rage, clenching my fists hell fire bursts forth from my skin as I advance on him. I grab him by the throat and slam him into the wall. The air around us reeks of charred fabric and wood as I yell in his face. "They take what is mine! A testament to the hypocrisy that is his faith! He was meant for me!"
I want to scrape his eyes out with my fingernails, disembowel him, tear him to pieces my anger so great. But I can do none of this, his pure soul prevents me and protects him from my wrath, even my fire leaves him unscathed. I yell my anger out again and throw him aside then storm over and grab him up by the throat again. "Kirill deserts me when I need him most!" I bring his face up to mine and growl at him. "And you fail me!"
His anger leaves me weak with desire. His hell fire does not burn me, but I almost wish that it did. My breathing is quick with need as I gasp against his hold.
I reach out and fist his shirt and clench my teeth. "There was no way to stop it by the time you felt it. You are Lord of Temptation - tempt him to sin - he knows love now."
His words insult me! I push him back against the wall once again and snarl at him. "Where would the victory be in that! The soul is so much tastier when the sin is of their own will." I sneer at him. "Tempting a soul to commit sin is far too easy. You should know that Andrew."
My body is reacting to his wrath and I smirk at him, "You could have had my sinful soul. I am beginning to think you like the game of temptation Lucifer."
His eyes are so dark and his lip curled in anger. I feel my cock harden as I press my palms against his hard chest. I want him to press his body to mine, take my mouth with his cruel lips...
I let go of his throat and snarl at him then grab his hands off me slamming them to the wall beside him. "You dare mock me!" I can smell the desire coming off him and it sparks a reaction inside me. I want to taste him, take his mouth, taste his flesh, throw him down and fuck him.
I stare into his eyes and I can see that is exactly what he wants. I let go of him and take a step back, a warning going off in my head. Remembering how dangerous he can be to me. My anger and desire slipping away to be replaced with the unsettled anxious feeling in my gut. "You are very good at the temptation game yourself Andrew."
My cheek burns and my hand tingles with the memory of how he touched me that day and how it affected me. Now he does this. I have not forgotten how painful the love in his soul was for me and this brings up it's memory.
I bring my hand up and run my fingers down my cheek reliving his touch. I look into his eyes and see the desire there. The reason for the unsettled feeling I have inside of me. "I will not play your game." With that I step back into the darkness and to my sanctuary.
I clench my teeth and reach out touching his hand just before he disappears - taking me with him. He turns and glares at me as we stand in his home. My cheek burns from his touch and I want more - need it!
"Then let's not play anymore games Lucifer."
Stepping closer to him I cup his face gently with my hands, "Kiss me, please."
My breath stills in my throat at his touch. My heart pounds painfully with his plea. Combined with his gentleness they are beyond temptation and draw me in, his desires tempered by his love.
My hand curls around his neck and pulls him closer, my eyes never leaving his. My words barely a whisper before his lips. "Why can you love me?"
The feel of his hand on my neck has my wings out and my body as bare as his own. His breath on my lips I look deeply into his eyes, "Because you are in my heart..."
I've known for so very long I loved him. I has fought it, denied, even tried to ignore it. But he is there, in my heart and I can no longer deny it. He can be insufferable, repulsive, impetuous and provoking and I love every moment of it all.
There is a side of him that I somehow know. There is loyalty, passion, brilliance and fervor. We are two opposites that together make harmony.
Leaning into him my lips just barely touch his, "Lucifer..."
My name on his lips calls to me, the breath of it warm on my own, pain lances through my heart. I shove him away and stagger back a step clutching my hand to my chest. How does he do this to me, how does he hurt me with simple words, his very presence aching through me.
The pain brings rage boiling up out of me and I strike him, my palm smashing into the side of his face, nails slicing through his cheek, knocking him down. "You cannot love me!" Then I grab him by the arm and drag him up and snarl in his face. "I will defy my fathers paltry rules to show you that he fills your heart with lies!" My nails dig into his arm as I shake him. "Is that what you want Andrew, to see the real me, to know what I am!!" With that I hurl him against the wall.
I slam against the wall and realize this isn't the Lucifer that loves me. This one wants me no doubt, but I do not relish being fucked then thrown aside by the one I love. I accept this side of Lucifer, but I want all of him.
Pushing off the wall I move toward him, my eyes looking into his, "Yes Lucifer, the real you. The one capable of love," my wings spread out as I get closer, "the one that saved me from my own sin, the one you are fighting to keep down."
His words anger me even more. I strike him again then press my hand to his throat shoving him against the wall. I growl in his face. "I fight nothing. You think you have some power over me... think again."
I snarl and slash my nails across his tender stomach slicing him open. I shove my fingers into him, pressing into his entrails, sneering at him. "You feel that angel of my father? This is the real me."
I close my mind to the pain and concentrate on his eyes. I can see him in there, "NO. The real you loved. The real you loves Lucifer. You have shown him to me. Your anger over Anderson, over your love, over me pushes the real you aside."
The heat coming from him would burn if I did not have a pure soul, a soul he saved. His nails dig deeper into me and his lips curl into a snarl. My wings thrust forward and throw him off me onto the floor.
Healing my body I walk toward him, "You saved my soul Lucifer. A soul I was willing to give to you. Explain to me why."
I move, angered at his continued annoying presence, circling him as I speak. "You!" I sneer. "I owe you no explanation."
I stop in front of him. "You think you are meant for me." I laugh, short and sharp to show my derision. "You are a tool of my father, that is all. Do not think yourself so important Andrew... you are not welcome here. Not anymore."
I want to scrape his eyes out with my fingernails, disembowel him, tear him to pieces my anger so great. But I can do none of this, his pure soul prevents me and protects him from my wrath, even my fire leaves him unscathed. I yell my anger out again and throw him aside then storm over and grab him up by the throat again. "Kirill deserts me when I need him most!" I bring his face up to mine and growl at him. "And you fail me!"
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I reach out and fist his shirt and clench my teeth. "There was no way to stop it by the time you felt it. You are Lord of Temptation - tempt him to sin - he knows love now."
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His eyes are so dark and his lip curled in anger. I feel my cock harden as I press my palms against his hard chest. I want him to press his body to mine, take my mouth with his cruel lips...
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I stare into his eyes and I can see that is exactly what he wants. I let go of him and take a step back, a warning going off in my head. Remembering how dangerous he can be to me. My anger and desire slipping away to be replaced with the unsettled anxious feeling in my gut. "You are very good at the temptation game yourself Andrew."
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I step closer to him and look into his eyes. Yes, yes I do. I know he feels it. He prayed for my forgiveness. He wants me... I want him to take me!
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I bring my hand up and run my fingers down my cheek reliving his touch. I look into his eyes and see the desire there. The reason for the unsettled feeling I have inside of me. "I will not play your game." With that I step back into the darkness and to my sanctuary.
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"Then let's not play anymore games Lucifer."
Stepping closer to him I cup his face gently with my hands, "Kiss me, please."
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My hand curls around his neck and pulls him closer, my eyes never leaving his. My words barely a whisper before his lips. "Why can you love me?"
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I've known for so very long I loved him. I has fought it, denied, even tried to ignore it. But he is there, in my heart and I can no longer deny it. He can be insufferable, repulsive, impetuous and provoking and I love every moment of it all.
There is a side of him that I somehow know. There is loyalty, passion, brilliance and fervor. We are two opposites that together make harmony.
Leaning into him my lips just barely touch his, "Lucifer..."
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The pain brings rage boiling up out of me and I strike him, my palm smashing into the side of his face, nails slicing through his cheek, knocking him down. "You cannot love me!" Then I grab him by the arm and drag him up and snarl in his face. "I will defy my fathers paltry rules to show you that he fills your heart with lies!" My nails dig into his arm as I shake him. "Is that what you want Andrew, to see the real me, to know what I am!!" With that I hurl him against the wall.
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Pushing off the wall I move toward him, my eyes looking into his, "Yes Lucifer, the real you. The one capable of love," my wings spread out as I get closer, "the one that saved me from my own sin, the one you are fighting to keep down."
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I snarl and slash my nails across his tender stomach slicing him open. I shove my fingers into him, pressing into his entrails, sneering at him. "You feel that angel of my father? This is the real me."
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The heat coming from him would burn if I did not have a pure soul, a soul he saved. His nails dig deeper into me and his lips curl into a snarl. My wings thrust forward and throw him off me onto the floor.
Healing my body I walk toward him, "You saved my soul Lucifer. A soul I was willing to give to you. Explain to me why."
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I stop in front of him. "You think you are meant for me." I laugh, short and sharp to show my derision. "You are a tool of my father, that is all. Do not think yourself so important Andrew... you are not welcome here. Not anymore."
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