Lucifer's Reign

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I smiled at the upended Crucifix which hung in the Chapel Room. It rested on the red stained-glass wall above the Altar of Sacrifice. Followers of Satanism, the official religion of Hell, would worship this beauty by sacrificing a sad soul to it.

Demons typically worshiped Sathanus in his kingdom. He had even negotiated this cross with me for centuries, wanting it for his followers, but I refused. Either Sathanus would've destroyed it within the first day of having it or Envies would've stolen it from his kingdom.

Never would I let it fall into the hands of such imbeciles when it had been last wielded by the only woman I respected in Heaven.

The Chapel was open to visitors on the anniversary of The Fall, one day a year. If they wanted to worship it, they could do it then.

Small patches of blood covered the cross's otherwise white edges. This masterpiece was absolutely magnificent. I couldn't resist grazing my fingers against it and searing them at the touch. The pain was worth it. It always had been.

After a moment more, I flicked off the lights and locked the doors. My guards bowed to me as I descended the stairs to return to my party. As I was told, the three male Envies had left the party and gone right through the portal to the kingdom, hopefully back to the shithole they came from.

I spent the remainder of the night drunk on Vemon. From a cute Lust trying to lure me to a Lust Room to a sloth asking me to lounge on the couch with him and get high off of my ass, the night was a blur.

Leaning over the bar, I nodded at the bar tender. "A shot of Vemon."

Tonia slid onto the maroon stool next to me. "I'll take one too." The column of her neck was already painted pink with hickies from the Lusts and her fingers were stained with blood probably from hanging around the Wraths.

The woman behind the counter slid two drinks to us. I held my glass up to Tonia. "To my dear friend Tonia, Profantia."

She wrinkled her nose as she drank her glass of Vemon. "That's...not what I was expecting." The small tight curls that sat atop her head bounced swiftly. Her eyes grew dark. "Can I have another?"

I chuckled and pushed my glass to the edge of the bar, waiting for a refill. "Why have you Fallen, Tonia?"

She sighed softly. "Many reasons over the years."

"Such as?"

A small smirk stretched across her face as her irises filled with darkness. She bit down on her lip, her cheeks turning pink. I always loved watching newly fallen angels express their darkest desires, to see them accept their sin after centuries of being tortured for it.

Tonia grabbed her second glass from the edge of the bar. "My innate need to fuck married women." She laughed and shook her head. "That's what got me sent here."

So, she was a Lust. Interesting. Lusts were always the most fun to fuck with. They were willing to do almost anything to get off - no matter how sinister.

"That's one of the better reasons I've heard," I said. Sure was better than the reason the last guy fell from Heaven. "Have you talked to the Commander of Lust yet?"

"Not yet." She gazed around at the party behind us, eyeing the Greeds. "I want to sin more before choosing which kingdom to join."

"Fair enough." I nodded. "Choose quickly and wisely. You don't want to end up in Tartarus like the last guy."

"Tartarus? Aren't only humans sent there?"

Partly true. "If a fallen angel doesn't identify with a kingdom, she is sent to Tartarus where her soul is judged and a punishment is served alongside humans." Tonia furrowed her brows, so I continued. "The Seven Commanders of Hell decided this centuries ago, so we could effectively rule the Kingdoms."

My gaze drifted past Tonia. From the head of her table, she was staring at me with those lust-filled eyes. She just couldn't get enough of me, could she?

Tonia stood. "I guess that means that I have to go sin a little more tonight," she said, her gaze locked on the Greeds again.

"Have fun," I called over my shoulder, gaze still stuck on her. After presenting her with my signature smirk, I turned back to the bar, pretending to not be that interested. She always enjoyed a chase.

Lucifer. Her voice whispered in my mind. Lucifer, I want you. Suddenly, her slim fingers danced across the muscles in my back. "Lucifer." My name rolled off of those full pink lips with ease. She leaned over the bar, her breasts pressing into it.

I gazed over at her, really taking in every curve of her body tonight. She was the greatest sin in all of Hell, and, boy, did I love sinning.

Raphaela's soft innocent features flashed in my mind, haunting me for the second time tonight. You should be ashamed of yourself, Lucifer. Your thoughts are full of sin.

Damn, Raphaela. I wanted these mind-games to stop, but I soaked up so much pride in them. Because of me, the angel Raphaela was a sinner. She was in Heaven, married to a man she claimed to love, but she couldn't seem to leave me alone, especially when I was with her.

My pride unapologetically pulsed through my veins. Sinning was the only way of life, and I had the power to make people sin in the worst way.

Her fingers hooked into my belt loop, pulling herself closer to me. I pushed Raphaela to the back of my mind. I'd deal with her later. Someone was craving my attention.

Without even touching her yet, I could feel myself inside of her, thrusting her against the bed and taking her as my own. I breathed her in, smelling that alluring scent of her arousal mixed with a Passion Delight.

Oh, was I going to have fun with her.

I brushed a finger down her jaw. "Very needy tonight, aren't you, Dani."

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