L U C I F E R [18+]

FOUR

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Evangeline was carried through the vast palace and taken underground.

The devil had laid her in a shallow pool filled with milk colored water. The room was much like that of the cavern she had traveled before her final stop here. Greenery hung from the dark ceiling and it covered the floor where there were no pathways.

Evangeline was lowered her into the bath, murmuring a soft prayer under his breath as he assured her that she would be okay.

She felt soft and at peace in the water, it was warm and sunk into her skin easily. Evangeline closed her eyes as the once fallen angel prayed above her in a foreign tongue. She smiled to herself as she embraced the peacefulness of the bath. Her skin tingled was he continued to pray, it felt like tiny sparks dancing across her skin.

Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted out of the water.

"What happened?" Evangeline asked tiredly, rubbing her eyes. She couldn't remember falling asleep.

She looked up as the devil looked down at her, shaking his head as he continued down the hall.

"You fell asleep," he responded curtly, setting her down in front of two large double doors. "This is your room."

"What was the bath for?" She asked as he opened the doors before her.

"The markings," he responded, grabbing her forearm and holding it up to her face.

Evangeline ran her hand over the gold ink that was now woven into her skin. The symbols were the same as those of other angels but still foreign to her as her fingers followed the tattoo up her arm. She felt his eyes on her as she curiously inspected her new ink.

"What is this for?" She asked as he watched her.

The devil didn't respond right away as he looked down as the small girl before him.

"They tell your story in the language of the gods," he told her as she moved closer to him.

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, dragging his hand to his face, "and what of yours?"

The fallen angel curled his lips into a malicious grin as he took hold of her throat, pinning her against one of the intricate doors.

Evangeline stood her ground beneath him as his large body overpowered her. His nose trailed along her cheek until his lips rested near her ear. Her heart beat erratically in her chest as she gripped his wrist tightly.

She had wanted to push and push she would. Evangeline was not scared of death, not that she thought it would be possible to die a second time. The devil was an intricate man and she wanted to know him- all of him.

"My markings were given to me because the gods aren't who they say they are," he pulled back until his red eyes were staring into her soul. "But you already know that, otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Evangeline pulled his hand away from her throat, bringing his scarred skin to her lips while keeping her eyes locked with his.

His words were not spoken out of anger but rather of explaining, as if he wanted her to know his story. He didn't seem angry nor did he seem sorrowful; Evangeline realized that he was at peace. She realized that she was here because of him. Because he was her at one point. The gods had marked him unwillingly but he came here after being cast from the heavens to rule the dead willingly. She took the time to understand him and see him.

Death was a peaceful soul and so was the devil.

The devil was liberation.

She pressed another soft kiss to the corner of his mouth as he closed his eyes, holding her to him as if she were to disappear if he let her go.

"Evangeline," it was the first time she heard him say her name. "Thank you."

Evangeline gave him a cheeky grin, nodding to the room she had yet to explore, "I know another way you can thank me."

The devil dug his fingers into her hips as she wiggled out of his hold. She unzipped the minidress, letting it fall to the floor as she made her way to the bed. She could feel his eyes on her back as she swayed her hips seductively, looking back to see his fists clenched at his sides and his eyes glowing bright.

The devil was in for a rude awakening with this one, she was a temptress, a siren, and she knew it. Her eyes alone would make any man sin, but he was no man.

The black thong she wore dug into her womanly curves and her long, dark hair fell to the middle of her back, tempting the Devil to sin.

"Are you coming to join me?"