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“lucifer, listen-“
it’s instant. the betrayal. the suffering.
the heel of your boot piercing right through my chest like an angelic spear. stealing my breath away the same way you always do when walking into the room.
there’s no leniency in the way you move. no hesitation.
aiming to annihilate.
threatening to tear apart the same hollow heart that has grown to beat just for you. sweet sweet agony.
the crushing weight of you nothing but a reminder that my place has always been beneath you.
sinner scum at your feet. at your mercy. at your service.
“do you know who you’re talking to?”
the remains of your patience thinning out. slipping right through your slim fingers. the whip of your tail pinning me down. keeping me in place.
voice low and firm. any trace of your usual sweet and mellow charm now long gone.
the hopeless romantic in you framed dead. shot in the head and stabbed in the back once again. right in between the softness of his wings.
hang by the throat at the apple tree of the eden and left to rot.
my dear, my love, my angel.
there are so many answers to your question. but none of them are what you want to hear. not now. and maybe not ever.
i can feel my body giving into the pressure. into the pain. bruises blooming and leaving me black and blue.
i should hate it. let shame and anger consume me to dust.
but i can’t bring myself to do so. not when i’m obsessed with every mark you laid on me. both the sweet and the sour.
a tangible proof of your seraphic touch. just so i know i’m not dreaming. because i’d beg not to ever wake up.
“lucifer, i can explain.”
it’s a cry for help. strangled. weak. pathetic in it’s finest. everything i fear.
you’re kneeling down to meet my eyes for the first time. you’ve never looked so high and mighty. it’s almost hysterical.
“this is your king you’re speaking to, you will address me as such. understood?”
the dormant blazing serpent in you finally coming to light. fangs sharp and hungry. thirsty for blood and vengeance.
bright red eyes containing the wrath of the fallen. violent and iridescent. deliciously burning into my skin.
i don’t think any creature in the whole creation could ever come close to your ethereal presence. your maker be damned.
body blessed with divine beauty and demonic power. i never had a chance to begin with, i’m afraid.
i can’t comprehend how anyone could ever let you go.
when you were made to be worshiped. needed. craved.
“say that again? i didn’t quite hear you with my foot down your throat.”
it’s borderline exhilarating. the way you have me right where you want me. you always did. bent at your holy will.
wrapped around your dainty and little ringed finger.
it’s alluring. magnetic. addictive. i must be going absolutely insane.
i’m so terribly sorry, dearest. you deserved better, but you leave me no choice.
“lucifer, she owns my soul.”