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❝WE ROSE THIS LOVE FROM THE DIRT, NOW SET FIRE TO THE SKY WATCH IT BURN DOWN.❞
"I'M THE FAVORITE."
Amenadiel's voice was evidently smug and proud as he clutched his necklace in his hand — which turned out to be the missing piece, the key for the Flaming Sword, and it was causing him to regain that angelic ego no one appreciated, along with a wide grin plastered across his satisfied face. But frankly, he was the only one enjoying the truth, that Amenadiel was indeed, the favorite son of God — instead of reveling in the same joy he did, Lucifer was getting frustrated with the childish behavior, and Genevieve was rolling her eyes in the belief that it should be Lucifer to have all this glory. Instead, all his life, he had been denied it and forced to reform a new one from the ashes of Hell.
"Oh, right, of course. That one", Lucifer chuckled at the title Amenadiel was beyond willing to accept, and it seemed he was giving up when he stepped closer to the piano, but as soon as Lucifer had placed the blade and his drink on top of it, the Devil lunged back towards his brother. However, Amenadiel was quick to dodge the incoming attack and as they chased each other and wrestled for the key, Genevieve couldn't stop herself from giggling at the sight — there they were, the Devil himself, and the angel called the Fury of God, fighting like little kids over their new favorite toy.
But when Lucifer pointed out that he could easily hurt Amenadiel, since the latter was no longer the powerful angel he once was, the favorite son returned to his usual broody self, the smugness fading from his features as he lowered his gaze and nodded in agreement. Lucifer's attempt to explain that he didn't mean to depress him only led into Amenadiel assuring it was okay, that he merely needed to process what it all meant, and with that, he fled the penthouse and left Lucifer alone with Genevieve.
"I think I've got E.T on the DVR if you need a good weep and a pint of Häagan Dazs in the freezer if that helps", Lucifer muttered whilst pouring a drink for himself, but once he looked up, he realized that Amenadiel was long gone, and the penthouse now filled with thick silence — which Genevieve was quick to break.
"For what's it's worth... You're still my favorite", the queen smirked as she smoothly walked over to Lucifer and stood on her tiptoes, attempting to place her jaw on the man's shoulder, only to come to the realization that he was far too tall for her. Luckily, Lucifer turned around and after finishing his drink, he rested his hands on Genevieve's waist and let them snake behind her before sneakily pulling her closer, their bodies meeting as he flashed an irresistible grin down at her.
"And you, my queen, are mine. Well, at least we now have the penthouse to ourselves, eh?", Lucifer lifted an eyebrow, before leaning down to press his lips onto Genevieve's and initiate a fiery kiss against the bar counter.
As their lips danced against each other and Genevieve's hands quickly ripped open Lucifer's shirt, sending the buttons flying whilst her fingers went to touch the muscular chest she had revealed, the man started to lead her towards the bed, which began to seem more and more inviting by the second. However, once Lucifer's lips had left Genevieve's to leave kisses and love bites all over her neck and shoulders, the woman regained the ability to speak through the muffled gasps and moans, and couldn't stop herself from asking the question burning in her mind.
