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Send Me to Hell
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Complete, First published Dec 01, 2020
Mature
She was a warrior of noble blood in life. In death, she was sent to the pits of hell to be sorted to the afterlife that her life had earned her. She stood by, watching as each soul was taken to see the almighty Lucifer, King of the Underworld and the one God she never thought she'd meet upon entering the afterlife. She felt that she had lived an honorable life up to her death, her only regret not having found someone to love her while she was home. It seemed no man could satisfy what she felt her needs were.
Lucifer, King of Hell, sorter of souls and the bad guy in everyone's story. Doomed to a life of torture without a woman to rule by his side. Then she came in for sorting. A lost soul, a warrior in life. Her flaming red hair and lost blue eyes caught at his heart, causing a cataclysm within hell itself at the mere sight of her. She was it, the woman to rule by his side and all he had to do was convince her that was where she belonged.
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A DEAL WITH DESIRE

11 parts Complete Mature

BOOK TWO: PRINCES OF HELL LUCIFER: PRINCE OF PRIDE The air crackled with heat, thick with the scent of brimstone and something darker-something that carried his name. Dain shivered, his breath shallow as Lucifer's fingers traced his jaw, slow and possessive, his golden eyes burning with something deeper than hunger. "You think you can summon me, bind me to your will, and walk away?" Lucifer's voice was silk laced with fire, a whisper that seared straight to Dain's soul. "Foolish, beautiful thing... I have watched you long before you spoke my name into the void. You are mine, and I do not let go." Dain tried to step back, but the space between them collapsed as Lucifer's wings unfurled, dark as the abyss itself, trapping him in a prison of shadows and heat. A clawed finger traced the pulse at Dain's throat. "You don't even understand, do you?" Lucifer murmured, almost tender, pressing his lips to Dain's ear. "This is not a claim of flesh-it is a claim of eternity. You belong to me, and I will carve my name into your very soul so even death cannot take you from me." Then, with a touch both searing and intoxicating, Lucifer's mark burned itself into Dain's skin-a sigil of dominion, of possession, of love twisted into something inescapable. Dain gasped, pain and pleasure entwined as Lucifer pulled him closer, his voice a whispered promise: "Even if heaven calls you, even if you beg to be free... you will always find your way back to me."