The Devil's Curse.

*DECEMBER SPECIAL: Part two*

Ok, I know all you want to do is just get to the special, all I'm asking is you let me have two minutes of your time. Whether you celebrate Christmas, or anything else I wish you a wonderful (and snowy and cold if you're in Canada or the North globe, or even very, very South globe) holiday!

That being said, it has been a few years since I had started this series and honestly I am so happy it is so well liked. Thank you so much, and never hesitate to comment or DM me on thoughts and ideas. I promise I don't bite. Well, not as hard as Lucifer or Sora. Tee Hee. 

Anyways, I know I say it a lot but thank you. You all have made my Christmas. 

NOW let's cut the tears short and actually get down to the real reason why you are here today. FOR SOME GOOD DECEMBER SPECIAL CONTENT! 

Next chapter I'm going to go back to dedications so make sure you COMMENT and VOTE. Stay tuned you gorgeous creature.    

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*DECEMBER SPECIAL: PART TWO*

"My love, are you going to get up today?" The voice of my beautiful husband whispered in my ear. 

I moaned and rolled over, away from him. I had been having such a wonderful dream too before he had ruined it. 

"My angel get up. You've been in bed far too long."

A sigh pushed past my lips and I forced myself to sit up and glare at him. However, as hard as I tried, I was more distracted by his glistening black, messy hair in a Santa hat and shirtless sculpted chest with a pair of red leather pants. My breath caught as my face started to heat up. 

"Merry Christmas my sexy little angel," he purred pouncing onto me and sitting on my lap. 

"Holy shit Lucifer," I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. 

He grinned, those gold eyes held a playful and dangerous side to them and I could feel something stirring inside me. And then he kissed me, and like that first day we ever kissed sparks flew like fucking train wheels on a track. 

And then I realized my husband was trying to do a Christmas thing and my mood dropped. Pushing my own lust away I put my hand up to block our kissing. Lucifer frowned and leaned back slightly. 

"Did I do it wrong? Savannah said the fat man had a white beard but suggested I just wear the hat, would you have liked the beard and obesity too?" he asked confused. 

"It's not that Lucas, you look hot," I sighed, "it's just last time I celebrated Christmas I was with Daniel. I just feel like it should be dead with him - you know?" 

He took my face in his hands and I couldn't help but smell the strong sent of mint and spices, "my angel, I know you enjoyed Christmas so why not enjoy it now? Daniel wouldn't want you to sulk." 

"You're right but he doesn't have an option in it because he's dead." I snapped back pushing him back and off me. 

"Fine. I'm going to go put on a shirt in shame, and help Savannah finish up the Christmas ball where there'll be chocolate cake. Like the kind you threatened to vomit on me one upon a time in the beginning of our story. Have a goodnight angel, I'm sorry for burdening you," he cried dramatically then grabbed a white button up and left.

I watched him go, my eyes on those leather pants with jealously. It was a sad day in hell when your husband rocked a pair of red leather pants. That and, him wanting to hold a Christmas ball.