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“So,” Lucifer spoke, voice a touch lower than before, taking on a gentle rasp that made one of Alastor’s ears twitch, “let me help you with this, so we can get back to more of that. How’s that sound?”
Alastor peered at him for a moment, debating with himself—a fact that had Lucifer grinning. Alastor was typically so sure of himself, so quick with his decisions.
It was fun to watch his mind work.
“Fine,” the sinner finally relented, his response clipped, laced with faux annoyance, like a parent conceding to their petulant child’s whims. “But no magic, and if you break it, you can go to Earth yourself to find me another one,”
Something flashed in Lucifer’s eyes—mischief, gleeful and unrestrained—as his lips pulled into a grin.
“Deal,” the King responded, that single word—uttered from the literal Devil’s lips—causing the air around them to crackle. His grin slipped into an appropriate smirk as he saw the reflection of his eyes in Alastor’s own flash from gold to crimson for a moment before he leaned down, pressing another, firmer kiss to the sinner’s lips, swallowing the surprised static-laden bleat that escaped the sinner as the simple, harmless contract settled into place.
Series
- Part 3 of Games of Wit and Charm