Olivia Chase, a successful woman who sold her soul to the Devil in exchange for a baby, is offered a second deal of a lifetime after her daughter dies: she must harvest Lucifer a series of souls he claims belong in Hell in trade for her daughter's m...
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My—our—beautiful Fallen Angel stumbled through the portal before he slumped to hang limp and exhausted in Azza's arms. He was barefoot and shirtless, and for the second time, I witnessed his wings, whole and magnificent in all their glory.
Azza's power flowed from me, and the evidence of our sex disappeared. The bed became pristine, and I scrambled off it to get to Lucifer. I found myself on my knees before him, reaching to touch him.
Azza held on to him and helped him slide to kneel on the floor, his head hung, panting. He clung to Azza even as he reached for me. It was clear I had made the right decision not to send Azza away.
"Olivia..." he began as he lifted his head with great effort. The fierceness of him faded, replaced by his love for me, and he became the Lucifer I knew. He raised his eyes. "Azza. Thank you."
"Anything... everything for you, Lucifer," Azza whispered. "Sovereignty Before Authority."
Lucifer slowly came to his wits, kneeling on the floor in Azza's arms, and I touched his face. "Love..."
He reached for me and brought me close, one wing wrapping each of us before returning to wherever they went when not on display. We knelt there, a small family together, connected by strands of love as ethereal but as strong as a spider's thread.
His breathing calmed as he blinked away the last of the brain fog. At last, he spoke. "Thank you. The two of you did well. I could leave on my own power rather than wait for Him to cast me out. He is well and truly pissed."
Just as he said it, we saw lightning and heard rolling thunder before it rained a tremendous downpour, a surprise on an otherwise cloudless night where the stars had shown only minutes before. A wind blew the candles out, and the darkness threatened to surround us, but we heard a snap, and the apartment was full of candlelight again.
But it came with a cost; Lucifer slumped against Azza, all the energy he had gained in the brief moments home depleted. Azza swept him up as easily as he had me, and I watched him lay Lucifer gently onto a bed covered in rose petals, the scent of them permeating the air.
"Rose petals? Azza, really?" Lucifer whispered, and I chuckled when Azza blushed, and they disintegrated into nothing. The aroma lingered, however, and I thought it was fitting.
"Sorry," Azza said, climbing onto the bed behind him and pulling him close as he had done me for the last several days.
Lucifer waved dismissively. "It is fine, Azza. I am only teasing. Any touch of love, understanding, and care is welcome."
He looked at me and opened his arms. "Come, love, let me hold you."
I crawled onto the bed and settled into his arms as he sank into Azza's. Azza's hands touched me from across his body, and Lucifer gave a great sigh. I turned over to caress him, petting his face and running my hand through his hair.
