Fallen

Chapter 16 "Lucifer"

With a mixture of cyan and deep sky blue, swirled together with crushed shards of aquamarine, this would describe those dreamy sensations every time our eyes connected. And, each time I set a distant trek on those mesmerizing eyes, I succumbed to Lucifer's every desire. I ached to touch his smooth jawline, tracing the tip of my finger to those succulent, slim slivers of delectable goodness. Admittedly not the slithering tongue I've heard over the years. For this was the mouth of a god, and I longed to kiss such sweet lips—over-and-over again.

His chest firm, tightly put together by Michelangelo himself, following the ripples of his stomach—Not excessive like a body builder, but just enough bulk to lick the droplets of sweat, leading all the way down to his orgasmic delight.

There must be a mistake in the Bible for this man was nothing like those horrific tales preached in the sermons.

He was a gentleman—more so gentle. I could nearly catch a whiff from his long, wavy tresses. Sweet as the sea breeze, he need not brush a single fiber from those golden strands. However, I would volunteer a thousand times over just to run my fingers through his scalp.

"Lydia," said a heavenly voice, awakening me from my hypnotic state.

"Yes!" I said, shaking my head.

"Would you care for a beverage, love?"

Lucifer—

So not fitting a name for such a prince, I would prefer to call him something less sinister.

Lucifer sauntered over to me reaching out his hand, producing a glass of orange juice with a splash of cider and honey out of thin air.

"Thank you," I said, gushing like the first time I met Jayden but a million times over.

"How are you enjoying your stay, lo—" said Lucifer.

"—ENOUGH!" interrupted Arion, clenching his fists and drawing his sword as he continued, "Your quarrel is with me, old friend—Leave her out of it!"

Not saying a word, Lucifer smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "Skip the foreplay, straight to business—I see," he scoffed.

Lucifer straightened then stood to his feet, uncrossing his perfectly manicured fingers.

The tension grew thick between these two, hinting of a history that surpassed the creation of this universe. I wanted nothing to do with their feud, but I couldn't pull myself away either.

"Eligor—you will offer me your prize," said Lucifer, gazing at me while his right hand gracefully pointed in my direction as he added, "Then, you will resume your rightful place by my side, and we will finish what we started."

"You brought us to your lair—why the games?" spat Arion, shrugging his shoulder and rolling his neck.

A few seconds lingered as Lucifer gracefully sauntered back to the bar, pouring brandy into a glass, savoring the liquored scent as he stirred it with a circular motion before taking another whiff, "Sin is so decadent."

Still not answering Arion's question, Lucifer returned to his seat, crossing his legs, continuing to make circles with his glass of brandy and sniffing the honey colored liquid periodically.

"You—"

"—Lydia, No!" snapped Arion, cutting between Lucifer and myself as he continued, "This is between us—Not her!"

"O—on the contrary, dear friend," crooned Lucifer now glaring directly through me. "—She belongs to me as do you!"

"Then take us!" snapped Arion, retracting his sword. "We're at your mercy."