Leviathan POV:
I woke up in Gracie's bed. which isn't out of the ordinary for my time in the human world.
Its the fact that the blonde was snuggling me like her favorite teddy bear, face buried in my chest and one leg carelessly thrown over me that was strange. stupid little human girl.
I moved to pry her off me when she murmured something in her sleep and snuggled closer to me.
Great now my dick was waking up too.
I leaned away from her, "bitch wake up."
She clung to my like a leech. "...so warm."
I rolled my eyes, fine if the idiot wants to snuggle the devil she can. I griped her hips and ground my dick against her.
Her lips let a soft sigh escape at the friction against her before her unconscious mind caught up, waking her up.
Then she practically flew out of the bed, hitting the carpet with a loud thump.
I looked over the edge of the bed at her, smirk spreading over my face, "we can fuck down there too."
She blushed wildly, "no!"
Shrugging I rolled back fully onto the bed, "fine then go make me some breakfast."
She started to protest, quieting once I pressed my will into my blood that ran in her veins now.
"I like my hash browns extra crispy." My eyes followed her as she walked from the room. I should really make her stop wearing those baggy pajamas.
After a few minutes of her being gone my mind wondered off to last night.
I was in a sort of blind rage and she decided to try and calm me down.
which was stupid.
And disturbingly. It worked. The bitch actually sat my ass down and made me relax.
My need to make sure she died intensified.
I don't care if she ends up in heaven or hell she just needs to go away.
If I were still permitted in heaven I would simply consult with metatron and the many books he was in charge of, see if this has ever happened before.
But i had fallen thousands of years ago..for reasons I barely even remember.
My life before my fall, was nothing but a blank space in my mind. I simply remember rage, pain, and then falling, burning, the smell of sulfur.
I remember the pit I landed in. creating demons to form to my will and reap havoc among humans. I remember creating the 7 circles of hell and my life as the devil.
I remember my mild like for some of the demons I met and a few of the stupid magic wielders who dare tried to summon me.
I remember choosing one day a year to bring my physical form to this planet and cause havoc myself.
I distantly remember the last time i read the bible. that biased bullshit that refers to me as lucifer.
That was what, 600 years ago?
I knew gracie had been given one by her mother a while ago after she was shot in the head.
Something about maybe finding faith. finding god.
I found it in her nightstand and started skimming the pages. stoping at the mention of the first man and the woman made from one of his ribs.
Eve.
I remember the story of Eve well it always gave me a headache. but I had the inkling that she was a beautiful woman.
I felt like I knew her.
according to holy scripture I ruined her by what giving her knowledge?
Knowlede to a woman was evil.
This was why I could not stand this book.
I was the evil one but a woman could not know and all must be sheep. men to their god and women to their husbands. and in turn god.
If I did temp a woman into knowing. I should be bloody proud, I probably did so so she wold know her husbands dick was small.
The bible always pissed me off. The story of Adam and Eve one of the most annoying.
Fucking dad and his followers had to blame temptation for labor pains.
I threw the book across the room, nearly hitting grace in the head as she walked in with breakfast.
She glanced at the book, "i didnt think that would be your first choice."
I sneered at her, "Womans labor pains is not my fucking fault! Eve could have said no to the fucking apple!"
Woman actually giggled a bit, "the stories are silly aren't they? People are not sheep, Its why I always doubted a god. Even if you insist he's your dad I don't think the stories are true."
I narrowed my eyes at her, "my hash better be damn crispy."
She just handed me the plate, looking around nervously for a moment, "what were the really like?"
I rose a brow, scarfing down some bacon, "who?"
"Adam and Eve the apparent first humans."
I sneered a bit, "dunno."
"but you were there."
"Doesn't mean I know."
"I can't imagine someone forgetting the first in a species."
I practically growled at her, "I said I don't know."
"Why n-"
"I DONT FUCKING REMEMBER!" I gripped her by the collar of her ugly ass pajamas, "I don't remember shit before my fall okay?! bits and pieces but thats it."
She paused, brows furrowing, "I thought people were supposed to be able to atone for what they have done. How can anyone expect you to feel guilty and to atone for your Sins if you don't know what it is you did?"
I glared at her, "I have no interest in going back to fucking heaven anyways."
Her lips formed a fine line, "what if you were unjustly thrown out?"
"Probably was. don't care."
Gracie just looked at me for a long moment. "Am I damned because I consumed your blood?"
"No. that would be too easy. you just are susceptible to my will. You can't escape me because you can't defy me but like Eve, it will probably be written off once more as the evils of temptation aka me harming some stupid human bitch. Your punishment will be light if any.
She ahed. "are you going to keep trying to kill me?"
"yup."
She fell silent, "I'm sorry about whatever happened."
I looked at her for a long moment. stupid woman.
The best way to get rid of someone is to kill them.
If normal means can't kill her, I'm sure having her soul eaten by death would do the trick.
If that fucker wants to play I could at least use his anger toward me to get rid of this fucking woman. "What would you do if I told you there was one angel who knew how to get rid of me and he was on earth?"
Her eyes went wide. "I, I don't know he sounds dangerous."
"His name is Thanatos, he pisses me the fuck off. But you already know that bit."
"The one who fell in love with that human?"
I snorted, "yup. fucking idiot."
She went quiet for a long time, "why are you telling me this?"
I licked my lips, "Its your turn to play Eve, I'm still the snake, and this is your apple."
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Saving Grace (on hiatus)
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