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Breath forms little puffs of nothing in this cold world and in this cold room. Gilbert moves slow and deliberate with a roll of his hips and a toss of his hair.
"Come." He says. He is imperious in his plain, pale robes draping across his shoulders. They swish around his legs and he gestures to emphasize his point.
Lucifer has always had a thing for the pretty ones. After the first five hundred years or so he's figured out that going through existence with only certain types of creatures to satisfy his yearning for warmth isn't enough. So why not dip a finger into both candy jars and take a lick? Gilbert's hair looks transparent in the dim light. He almost glows and his expressionless face hovers in the darkness.
Gilbert gestures again and this time Lucifer follows. The two of them step into a chamber adjacent to the larger chamber that Lucifer sleeps in. Lucifer spots the faint twinkles of the bon fires shining through a window in his bedroom. The constant bon fires burning his realm light up the dark skies better than any set of stars, he thinks.
"My lord." Gilbert says in a voice that suggests he's suppressing his irritation.
"Yes, yes, Gilbert."
Lucifer turns and holds his arms out parallel to the floor. He imagines he looks like a cross. Oh, the irony. But he's quickly distracted as Gilbert glides his fingers across his skin. Gilbert's fingers are always warm even if his face is always icy. Gilbert's fingers are quick too. They move swiftly and undress him. Sometimes, his fingers linger and trace and at other times he'll kneel or stand on his toes to taste the skin his fingers glide over in ghostly patterns. Elaborate robes and tailored items of clothing follow the path of fingers and tongue. Buttons are buttoned and ties are tied. Gilbert brushes Lucifer's hair a hundred times before allowing him out of the chamber.
"My lord must look his best."
"Ah, but you forget Gilbert, I have retired. I no longer have to deal with the courtiers."
"That is no reason not to look your best." Gilbert says close to Lucifer's ear. His breath is warm and his fingers are slowly gliding through Lucifer's hair. His hands caress a body that he has had decades and centuries to trace and memorize. And yet he still pauses now and then as if he cannot quite comprehend how he came to stand so close.
"Why don't we just stay here for the night?" Lucifer says with a sharp smile. All his teeth show and the little stars at the corners of his eyes are like promises as they stretch with the smile. Promise to devour and satisfy and keep you around for as long as I keep you. A sign of his lineage and his power etched onto his face.
"But, my lord, it is day."
"It's not if I don't want it to be." Lucifer whispers. His eyes light up like black stars in a night of bon fires.
"Let's stay into today then."
"The courtiers won't miss me. Promise."