𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 & 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 | 𝐃.𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 [𝟏]

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞―𝐒𝟓 𝐄𝟏𝟔: 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

❝︎Nobody knows you the way that I know you...❞︎

WARNING: Smut is ahead. This whole chapter consists of smut. Please do not read if you are not over the age of fifteen. Do not read if you do not know what sex is nor understand the detailed reality of sex. Do not read if you are sensitive to sexual concepts and blasphemy.

𝟸𝟼𝚃𝙷 𝙹𝚄𝙻𝚈 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟿―𝚂𝚃. 𝙻𝙾𝚄𝙸𝚂, 𝙼𝙸𝚂𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙸

       SWEAT DRIPPED DOWN FROM THE SIDE of my face as I jogged to the door of the motel room I was staying at. My hand rested on the wall beside the door as I used my key card to gain access inside. I closed the door as soon as I entered, making sure no flies would find their way inside. My heart rate sped up and I was sweating. I had a habit of using exercise and working out as an escape while I had nobody to turn to with my internal fears of eternal torture being on my mind. Lily was a great little sister. There was so much I felt I could tell her, but when it came to my deal, I didn't want Lily involved. I picked up the habit because I felt I needed that same escape I needed all those months ago.

I picked up my right hand and allowed it to reach to the back of my neck. With a deep sigh, I lifted my arms up and pulled my sports bra over my head, allowing my naked breasts to feel the warm air. I made my way to the shower, knowing I desperately needed one after the jog I just had. I just finished a quick and simple demon hunt on my own. Dean, Sam, and Lily were a few states over taking care of a matter that needed more attention. Now, months after Lucifer's rise, it had become public knowledge to just about all angels and demons that I had been Lucifer's soulmate. With that understanding, I was the perfect hunter to take care of low-level demons, because they wouldn't dare hurt me―not that I was afraid they would. My fear for demons died when Sam and Lily killed Alistair, the only demon I feared in months.

I didn't take a long shower that night. I wrapped the towel tightly around my body before I stepped out of the bathroom, not paying my attention the the figure that laid on my bed. It wasn't until I heard the familiar voice call out, "You look precious like that, my little angel." I knew that nickname was one that only a specific archangel gave me during one of his untimely visits. Since Lucifer revealed to me that I was his soulmate, he had been making regular visits to me. As often as he has been visiting me, I still haven't completely gotten used to them. It makes me feel weird that he could just pop up whenever he chooses to because he always knows where I am due to our soulmate bond.