Hell's Dance

The Gentelman

Sorry for such the short chapter guys, I just ran out of idea's

Cassius looked quite amused as his twin, Calixte, changed the aura of his appearance in her mirror. He laughed, a sound she loved, as she made his nose its a beak-like point with a large mole on the tip. Cassius was on of the only beings that Calixte opened up to. She changed his face back to normal and flopped back onto her bed, her brown-gold hair flowing around her.

"Good times, sister," Cassius said. Calixte laughed. Cassius had warm, mischievous eyes that made everyone like him, even if they shouldn't given he was fallen angel of back-stabbing. "I should leave though, I have people to betray," Calixte smiled again at this, and watched him exit her bedroom. She waited until the door slammed to get up.

She changed into black jeans and a gray shirt that complimented her sea colored blue-green eyes. She spotted dark wings behind her reflection when she looked. And they weren't hers. She turned to see Lucifer standing and her doorway grinning. She smiled. Lucifer was the only other being that she could be true with. She didn't have to be obsidian with him. She smiled and walked over to him.

"I would wonder why your changing, given you won't be wearing clothes much longer," he said, still grinning stupidly. She hoped she was causing that grin. She leaned in and kissed him lightly. Just as he tried to deepen the kiss she pulled away, smirking. "Oh, how you lead me on," Lucifer said, feigning hurt.

She pressed against him and felt the bulge in his pants. Her heart sped ever so slightly. "For you, my queen," he whispered to her. She moaned as they fell onto the bed kissing passionately. They stopped just long enough to slip their clothes off. Calixte felt Lucifer's wildly beating pulse and hers sped as well. "My lovely Calixte," he whispered to her, melting her. He kissed the top of her breasts and ran his hands along her body. She could almost see his dilated pupils in his black-red irises. He brought his mouth to hers again and her hands explored his body that she knew almost as well as her own. He pressed his lips harder against hers as her hands reached his lower abdomen. Her tongue flicked out and he pulled her lip in his teeth. She deepened the kiss, making him moan low in his throat, almost a growl. This made her want him even more.

And she knew she had him.

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Araidne had to make herself more desirable to her brother. Now that she could not return to heaven, she needed him. She found women's clothing in various rooms in the castle, and she didn't need to wonder why it was there. She found a tight black dress that hugged her form and brought out the black tips of her once snowy wings. She lined her eyes with thick lines of kohl and rouged her lips to blood-red.

She wanted him home. She imagined he was out with his other woman now and she couldn't bear the thought. She desired him like nothing she had ever desired. She guessed this must be the ways of Hell.

The devil is, and always has been, a gentleman.