His touch is gentle as he try's to clean the cuts on me but I know it's useless. This woundes will remain until the one who made them wish them healed. That is the draga code or as I call them Heavens Torture bragade. Lucifer looks at me with a mixture of longing/ pain in his golden eyes. He leans over his hair forming a curtain of gold around me closing every thing else out ( oh my is lucifer falling for him?;) ) lucifer leans closer till his inches away from me our lips almost touching. / in heaven there are no females so having a man for a lover is common there. Although I never taken one ..../ he gentle runs his fingers over my chest and stops just above my groin . Lucifer breath is erratic his eyes glazed as though fixed into the past. I groan as his hand rubs my groin as I do it seems to snap him out of it ( ohh shall I go into lucifer past in the next chappy? Will see!!)
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Fallen
FantasyHis red eyes were filled with hate/ disgusted.humans were a vile race: ungodly, unclean, a truely vile race. He had once been a angel a true light in the dark, a guild for lost souls, now ....
