He had the eyes that burned into you like hell's flames. Hands soft like heaven's clouds but he used them for sinful acts. He played music like if Lucifer were an angel again. Every note had an emotion. He was devilishly handsome but his passionate expressions made him look like an angel fallen from heaven. He was an angel fallen from heaven. Just like Lucifer.

A short story in which a woman reflects on the time she took advantage of a then eighteen-year-old woman she met in a bar. Author's Note: This was originally written as a one-shot but I decided to expand it.