A Love for Centuries to Come

Welcome to the show

I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as the limo slowly pulled up to the front of the restaurant. Paparazzi were already gathered to get a glimpse of the most powerful man in New York and his delicate lover. 

Thinking back to how my life used to be I would have to say the world has become more accepting of same-sex couples. This would have been frowned upon hundreds of years ago, hence why I was disguised as a woman back then.

Though that part didn't change.

 Lucifer prefers me dressed in the sluttiest dresses he can find on a hanger, but since they are low cut everyone can see the nonexistent cleavage on my male body. 

My ensemble today consists of a black form-fitting, backless, spaghetti-strapped, mid-thigh length dress; with black stilettos, and my long hair cascading down my shoulders. I learned that society calls my type a femboy since I still have male parts but I dress as a female.

I've accepted the fact that Lucifer has me dress this way so he can show off his possession. 

Since he is Satan's illegitimate son he feels the need to take his frustrations out on mortals. 

He likes to taunt the male population into wanting me. So he has an excuse to let his anger out on someone for desiring his property. He likes to play mind games with people, which I find completely childish but who am I to deny him pleasure. I've accepted my fate to live by his side for eternity.

The chauffeur finally made his way to Lucifer's door and opened it with a bow. Lucifer smiled as he gracefully exited the limo. 

After a moment his hand reached into the limo to assist me. I gently placed my hand in his and stepped onto the pavement. Lucifer quickly hugged me to his side in what seemed to the onlookers as a lover's embrace, but I knew better.

What went unnoticed was his possessive grip tightening onto my hip as a warning to behave myself. Knowing this grip all too well I plastered the most stunning (fake) smile I could muster, gave a flirtatious giggle, and lightly slapped his broad shoulders, "Oh, Luci stop embarrassing me." 

I looked away bashfully and like it was on cue Lucifer chuckled with his deep husky voice and placed a finger under my chin. 

Then in a swift motion, he lifted it to face him and lovingly smashed our lips together for what everyone thought was a tender kiss.

Though again I knew better. 

This was his show of marking his territory to the world. Any time spent in public was always the same song and dance. 

Convincing the public of tender love, but behind closed doors, the real Lucifer was unleashed. 

In truth what Lucifer felt towards me was love in his own twisted way, but no one would consider it normal. It was possessive, sadistic, and obsessive. 

Some would even say unhealthy, but again no complaints from my end. 

At one point in time, Lucifer did give me a choice, though the latter was a less desirable option; so I chose to be at least content with a comfortable life instead of things only nightmares could produce.

After our passionate kiss was over, Lucifer continued to lead us through the crowd and into the restaurant. 

A short, stubby man with a well-kept mustache looked up from his stand with a professional smile. 

"Ah, A pleasure as always Mr. Rayne." He turned his smile towards me, "...and you look as lovely as always Mrs. Rayne."

 I couldn't help but internally curse Lucifer at his comment. I noticed Lucifer smirk out of the corner of my eye at what the host referred to me as. I tried my damnedest to not stick my tongue out at him like a spoiled child.

I know Lucifer could sense my distaste for the reference to me being his wife and being given female pronouns, but played on the situation, 

"I'm sorry, but I have not asked my beautiful lover for his hand in marriage just yet..." 

Then he turned to me and caressed my cheek softly. 

"Though I have been considering it a lot lately." I stiffened at his words and stared into his eyes with slight confusion. 'He can't be serious, right?' 

Lucifer noticed my expression change and smiled sweetly and shook his head."

Well, I guess it can't be helped. I had wanted to wait until we were seated to surprise you, but since the cat is out of the bag..." My eyes grew wide at what happened next.

Lucifer slowly got down on one knee and pulled a little black box from his jacket pocket. The whole restaurant went quiet as he began to speak. 

"Phineas, we have been together for many years and I wanted to wait until I knew for sure I could give you the life you deserve. Now that I am positive I'm able to be a good husband, I ask you to accept this ring and become my stunning bride." 

My heart thumped in my chest rapidly.

I was shocked at his sudden sign of affection. 

'He has to be planning something. There's no way in hell the sadistic bastard would even consider marriage. I mean he already claimed my soul, what could he possibly gain from a marriage in the human world. It's a pointless action. I don't understand...' 

While I stayed lost in my thoughts Lucifer cleared his throat to bring me back to reality. I eternally cursed myself because I knew he wasn't pleased with my lack of acceptance and hesitation. 

'Shit He's going to punish me later for this...' 

All I could do was nod my head frantically and hold out my now trembling hand. Lucifer smiled and grasped my hand tightly, and placed the expensive-looking ring on the appropriate finger.

Then he stood and kissed me passionately on the lips. As the entire restaurant grew loud in congratulatory applause he whispered darkly in my ear. 

"Oh, how I'm going to relish in the pleasure of your impending punishment when we get home, my sweet. "

I flinched as he pulled away from my ear and kissed my cheek. I made sure to not disappoint him for the rest of the night in public.

Later that night as I watched the limo pull up the long drive to the enormous estate we called home, I felt my heart drop in despair...