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Alastor hums, flicking the fluffy fabric of the robe on Lucifer’s shoulder. “It looks like you were about to take a bath, my darling.”
Lucifer flashes a sharp smile before pressing her chin right above the waistband of Alastor’s panties once the tights are rolled to her knees. “I was,” she agrees airily, “but I want to show my appreciation for my wife much, much more.”
She slips the tights down further, helping Alastor out of her shoes and pulling the nylon fabric over the sharp jut of each blood-red hoof.
“My wife who just had a very difficult day,” she starts again, mouthing over the dainty fabric covering the mons of her wife’s cunt. “My wife that draws blood in my name.” Lucifer skates her nails down Alastor’s thighs and back up again, loving how impossibly soft fur feels under her hands.
“Is that such a crime?” Lucifer asks archly, looking up at Alastor through thick blonde lashes.
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When they both are left alone and wounded on the battlefield, Alastor realizes that he feels something more than simple hatred for the short statured King of Hell. When that newfound emotion leads a rather murderous deal, and a new rising overlord threatens the hierarchy of hell, will the two be able to realize they want each other through these challenges? Or will their assumed loathing for each other tear them down piece by piece?
(AKA- Alastor becomes Lucifer's executioner & they are sweet to each other, but idiots about their feelings.)
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Hell is other people. Purgatory is being a twenty something weatherman with the memories of a being a media overlord who had the entirety of Hell wrapped around his finger.
Sent back to his mortal life with a chance to "do it right this time", Vox has a problem. The Angels have installed a patch in his soul: the Pacifist Protocol. If he tries to kill a rival, poison a boss, or throw a punch, he is paralyzed by blinding agony.
He cannot claw his way to the top if he can't use his claws. He needs a loophole.
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