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Lucifer


Chapter III

||A Dance with The Devil||


"Last you forever."


Unperturbed, burgundy shaded eyes scanned the massive lair, hidden in the façade of an old church. In front of him, the hooded figures of stray magicians were being led away by a group of Fallen Angles, hands cuffed with light energy. On the floor lied several black blemishes, as if there was a blast or mini explosions. If not for the faint essence they left, Azazel wouldn't have known they used to be Fallen Angels.

"What's your thought about this?" A gruff-looking man with muscular body stepped up to his left. His voice held the respect of a warrior, and he himself had seen his fair share of battles.

Hands buried in his burgundy coat, Azazel turned to look at Baraqiel. "Well... those bunches said they were under Raynare's orders weren't they?"

Baraqiel perpetual-frowning face frowned. "But are they reliable? What if the Devils attacked this place without reason?"

"Nothing's without reason, Baraqiel." he chuckled, "The Devils controlling this territory aren't as vile as you like to think they'd be, but they are crafty. Raynare's group happened to take away a girl they have been eyeing at."

"You mean...?"

"She has a Sacred Gear." Azazel said in a way that he sounded disappointed, as if losing a research resource. "But, what they did was their business. Raynare and her little band of misfits violated their border first. I'll write an apology tomorrow, so let's call it a day."

Baraqiel's unsmiling look turned even rougher. He looked as if he's always mad when he wasn't, but now, he was mad. "Are we going to overlook the fact that they incinerated a dozen of our own? And more, possibly?"

"In usual cases, we don't." Azazel replied, casually. "But this isn't a standard case. Raynare's under Kokabiel. You know how ambitious he can be just to start a fight. And, he has been missing for quite a while."

The co-founder of the Grigori paused. "Are you suspecting this is his doing?"

"Sometimes, we have to take a look inside." With a light chuckle, Azazel trotted away from the scene. "Come on, stop questioning everything and accompany me for a while. There's this small shack I've wanted to revisit..."

"A shack?"

"The sake there is amazing."

Baraqiel turned his body around, but not yet following his compatriot's steps. "...You...you didn't come here just to have an excuse to drink, right?"

"What are you talking about? Being a detective is a hard work. And a hardworking man deserves a drink or two."

Shaking his head reproachfully, Baraqiel sighed, but trailed after the Governor later on.


Break


You know what? Lucifer was proud of himself for this first day as Lucifer, and not some random person unimportant to the history of mankind.

It wasn't due to the fact he got his girl back the same day she ditched him — well, technically, she killed him before saying they officially break up. But he assumed lodging a buzzing lightspear into your date's gut could be considered as a method of breaking up.

Anyway, no. Not because of that.

He prided himself for getting invited inside a beautiful girl with crimson hair's bedroom in barely under an hour.

As he had expected from a Princess, it was cozy and roomier than a normal teenager's and the air conditioner was already set to run, whirring almost without a noise. Calming white paint coated the walls, baby pink on the accent wall, furniture decorating the room nicely without being over the top, and a fuzzy rug all over the floor.

It even had a shower room installed, which at the moment was being used by the owner of the room. Pity she refused him joining her. Shame. Think of all the water they could've saved.

Setting the room size apart, it then would considered pretty much normal room for a normal girl, except for these weird... things inside a cabinet. Mask, ceramics, pottery, paper scrolls, statues, weird-looking toy-thing, colored hand fans, and even an ancient coin that had a square hole in the middle were neatly arranged there.

He recalled seeing these items at some history channel sometime, but Lucifer guessed these were the plunders of her Devil job. He still found it odd to be stored in her room regardless.

Whatever. Her hobby's her hobby.

Putting that thought aside, Lucifer passed by a standing mirror, and admired the dashing guy in front of him a bit, before sitting down on the king-sized bed. Even this bed didn't even take up half of the room.

Waiting for Rias returning from her beauty shower, the First Devil lied down and spread his hands, feeling the unbelievably soft bedspread. He had already ditched his suit at a coat-hanger, black belt peeled off and shoes left near the door. Only his unbuttoned white shirt and his black trousers were still on him.

He didn't really need sleep. He didn't need drink or food to live, or even sex, but he found doing these things to be fun and fulfilling. He loved fun activities. And just kidding – he needed sex. It's too wonderful to be ignored.

Hearing the door clicking was like a dinner call. Lucifer tucked his chin to see across his chest, before sitting up as Rias walked out from the steaming room, and he could smell a sweet fragrance filling the room. Taking in her well-developed figure that was hidden only by a piece of white fabric, wet crimson hair pleated lasciviously to her unmarred pearly skin, slightly rosy from the hot shower, he greeted this stunning bombshell with a casual smile as he shook his head.

"My, my. If I have to pick a word to describe how you look right now, I'd pick stunningly beautiful."

Unbothered by the fact there's only a fabric and air separating him from her body, she replied to him as she walked towards him. "That's two words, Lucifer."

"Sorry, but I needed more than just a word."

She felt her cheeks starting to heat up as she sat beside him. "...Thanks..." Rias muttered. She paid no mind as the young man glanced at the line on her chest that the towel failed to cover, and even did a little shoulder shake to accidentally slid the towel down to reveal more of her skin.

Taking another look from her hair to her toes, making it appeared as if he was only checking her out, Lucifer read her.

"Princess, if you don't want to, you don't have to do this, you know that?" At this, Rias turned her head at him, seeing his friendly smile, and eyed him wonderingly.

That was not the reaction he should have. At least not in her little scheme. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Well, Princess, as much as I like to sleep with a beautiful girl like you, I rather do the deed only if you're willing as well as I do."

Rias swallowed a lump in her throat. "But, I do. I'm just a little nervous, that's all."

"Oh stop lying to yourself." Lucifer snickered, "Look at your hands. Your face, your lips, your toes, your — gorgeous eyes. You're shaking all over Princess."

Rias did not expect this randy man to be this soft and considerate. Inside the shower room, she was busy steeling herself for whatever she's going to do to her body the moment she walked out the door, not being caressed by his words and actually might be falling in love with him.

As she stammered, losing her confidence, inwardly, Lucifer grinned. 'Got you.' It should be noted that he meant every words he said; it was all a part of his approach. And so far, as proven by her reddening cheeks and her subtle fidgeting, it was working accordingly.

"You've been welcoming host to me either way." he continued, "I mean, not everyone will invite someone they just met inside their room." Unless of course, there was a hidden intention. Or a one night stand. But her case fell to the former.

He leaned back, using his arms as support. "So? Which side is yours, Princess? Or am I meant to sleep on the floor? Because if so; I don't mind. I like the carpet."

Rias blinked, finally getting herself back after losing herself his gentle gaze. "I-It's fine! I-I uh... uhm... I'll take this side, you can sleep there."

"Don't mind me if do~ oomph!" Lucifer hummed, and hummed more as he contentedly slouched his head on a pillow that was heavenly soft. He really thought he won't be damning himself if he didn't have sex. "Cáspita! This bed's amazing!"

Unsure on what to do at this unforeseen turn of event, Rias stared at him, just looking at him while he's getting all comfy without a care to her scandalous body. Wait a moment... if he kept being adorable— wait, no, if this kept up, her plan would fail.

Realizing that, Rias upped her ante. Leaving the white bath towel on the floor, she crawled to her side, ensuring she lied down on her side, facing him. And in a way that showed every inch of her assets, namely her breasts that were second only to her best friend, and her slender waistline.

He was staring at the ceiling, arms behind his head. Not even a glance. That was insulting to a lady who had bared everything for him to see.

"...Lucifer..." she called; her voice a sultry whisper. "Young as I may be, I am still a woman of my words. I've never invited a man to this room, and this' only a one-time offer, Lucifer. What if tomorrow comes?"

'Playing your cards this soon?' She saw a cheek tugging a corner of his lips as he rested his russet eyes, forming a grin as if he read her intention. "My, my, dear Rias. If tomorrow comes and you are still as desperate, I'm fairly certain you'll tempt me again, Princess."

That statement froze every bone in her body as the pressure in the air changed. Suddenly feeling naked, she unconsciously lifted the blanket to cover her a little. "I don't quite get what you're saying?"

Her shift in tone from seducing to suspecting told him that he's right, and he chuckled, marking his victory in this short battle of wits. "I've slept with women countless of times, Princess. Including virgins. And do you know what the virgins have in common?"

As his eyes flickered a splash of blue flames, Rias was unsure if she should be terrified, impressed, or confused. She settled with the first option, and tugged her blanket a little more.

Lucifer glanced at her, and Rias felt utterly helpless as her grip tightened. "Is that if not for love, they desired something else that worth giving up their once-in-a-lifetime clarity."

Manipulation game. A game he so very fond of since his early days as a proud Angel, so loved that he might love it as much as he loved himself.

"So that brings me to the question," Lucifer continued, now lying on his side to face her directly, smiling still while Rias' composure had been wiped off. "What can make a Devil as dead gorgeous like you willing to surrender your virginity to me, a Lucifer who you don't see as the Lucifer, Princess?"

He might love sex, and hell that should be a religion in itself. But he's not just a walking raging hormone. He's not only all handsome face, charming wits, lustful desires, and an ungodly power to top it all off, but no brain. Lucifer was a being capable of coercing a third of all population of Angels fully devoted to God to worship him as God.

Lucifer was a being that could read all the deepest cravings in anyone's heart. For example: this peculiar crimson-haired Devil that was already dancing in his little fingers without her realizing it.

Devil, meet The Devil.

Cold sweats dripped down the frame of her face, and Rias Gremory was silenced without a comeback. Wordlessly she listened he uncovered her plotting to its very last bit. Somehow, he could tell. Somehow, he read her like an open book. Somehow, he beat her in her own game.

Perhaps he really was the real Lucifer.

She was prideful, but tonight, she learnt that pride won't help her in desperate times. She steeled herself, braving to face whatever the consequences, even if she was to die at this night, on her bed, naked, at least she wouldn't have to deal with that man anymore.

Acknowledging her loss, she straightened her posture and allowed the blanket drop on her lap, then stared directly into his calculating dark eyes.

"Earlier, you asked me why Devils reincarnate other being to turn them as Devils. The answer is due to our low birthrate." Rias began, primly. "We were a species that was at the brink of extinction until Maou Beelzebub invented the Evil Pieces."

"Yet even then, Reincarnated Devils are still treated as a lower stature than Pure Devils, regardless of their class. Low, middle, or high, they were seen as mere slaves by most. They are just... not the same.

"So in order to keep the "purity of the Devils", Pure Devils are often wedded to another Pure Devils." Ah. Here comes the bomb. "My parents arranged one for myself without letting me have any say. I wasn't even allowed to choose anyone." Rias frowned. "My brother was the only person that I know can change my parents' mind, but I know he has more concerning matters to handle."

She sounded honest, to him and herself. He supposed she realized there was no point in keeping her palms closed anymore now that he found her out. Lucifer raised his brows in his mind. If what she said were true, it appeared she wasn't as spoiled as he thought she would be.

"I've attempted to shut myself in, lock myself in my room, but I just can't abandon my responsibilities as a Devil. I was given a territory to overseer, and granted I worked little to get it. But I've always did my hardest to see it remain untouched— to keep it safe." her eyes narrowed in spite. "But because of all of this... this... stupid marriage... I lost a valuable asset and nearly another one to those crows."

Crows? Lucifer guessed she's referring to those Fallen Angels. As for the assets, his best bet was at Issei Hyoudou and that blondie back then.

The way her face slowly changed to one of distress was not one easy to fake. Unless of course, she's as talented in deception as him... but that's unlikely. She's a Devil, but she's nowhere near as devilish as him.

"To tell you the whole truth, I planned to reincarnate another person before Asia, but when he died – he just... won't return..."

Well, maybe because his soul returned to his original body. "Huh." Lucifer hummed, somewhat sympathetically. "So, who's the lucky guy?" he mused, but keeping it thoughtful so it didn't come across as a tease.

She scowled. He hit a touchy subject, regardless of his intention. "Someone I loathe more than anything. Suffice to say that person's the one that can make me lose my temper just by seeing his face alone."

The anger in her face faded as Rias sighed. "I suppose... you can say this is my last resort... I'm not trying to get your sympathy, but this is how it goes for me." At last, she averted her eyes away, looking ashamed. "I...I deeply apologize for trying to deceive you... I-If you're going to kill me, please make it quick."

Lucifer widened his eyes. "What? Kill you? Are you kidding me?!" To her surprise —again—, the young fellow beamed an enthusiastic smile as he suddenly got up to a sitting position. "And please don't apologize, because that was brilliant. A Devil should be devious exactly like you, Princess. Although, try to be a little bit subtler next time. Not all men are boys, Princess."

The shock was apparent in her face. "Wh...What? Aren't you at least mad at me?"

"For what? Getting naked? Playing the succubus role? All just to arouse the little old me?" Lucifer gave her an odd look while he brushed another pink on her cheeks. "If any, I'm flattered, Princess."

Rias was still in state of utter disbelief, her mouth slightly agape.

"I don't know about you or these "new Satans", but being a Devil is all about free will, Princess." his grin pertained, inching closer to a suggesting sneer. "If they've taken your right, then take it back. You choose your own fate. You decide which path to go. If you think that by sleeping with someone else —preferably, me— can solve your problem, so why not try it?"

"It's better than just giving up don't you agree?"

Her eyes widened, revealing more of her beryl irises. What he said made perfect sense to her. "Yes... I do think so."

Lucifer smiled, finding her hopeful look to be rather adorable. "Tell you what; I'm willing to participate in this little scheme of yours." He said, "But you know the rules; a favor calls for another favor. It's not a "Deal with the Devil" with nothing in return for the Devil, Princess."

Then he slipped in a chuckle, a humored one. "Although, in this case, we're both I'm sure you understand."

Rias nodded. "I understand..." she said, slightly hesitantly. She crossed her arms below the swell of her breasts, slender fingers below her chin as if to look poised. "To be clear... in exchange of my virginity..."

"Satisfy me," he corrected, striking a mischievous lopsided smile that in a way, suggested that she won't regret this. "And I'll see to it you won't have to marry whoever this person is."

Despite it being similar to handing her life to another thread, and he might just be scamming her to get laid, this seemed to be the best option she had. Regardless of what he had done, they weren't enough to serve as definite evidences that he truly was the Lucifer, but he's strong, and she could only guess the amount of power this person held. He's more powerful than her or anyone she had met before, save for the Ultimate-class Devils.

Then there's his view about humans as basically filth from their recent conversations, and how he was so into it when he was going on about free will. She realized her doubt was slowly fading away the more she spent time with him.

And how did he know she was a virgin? Was her act that bad?

One thing Rias was sure of; was that he's a viable and perhaps the only way to escape her fate.

After mulling long, long enough to make Lucifer glance around the room while waiting for her response, Rias crept towards him, earning his smile.

The heiress saddled her legs around his waist, hands nervously locked around his broad shoulders as he positioned himself between her fine legs, holding her back.

"I'll hold you on to your words."

"I never tell lies, Princess." he mused, "And you better hold onto me as well."


Break


She swallowed as she stared at his chest, concealed behind the unbuttoned shirt. It seemed she really had to abandon her dream of giving her first to someone she loved. She didn't think it would be this unnerving, but she didn't want to turn back now. Her pride wouldn't allow it.

"Your skin's smoother than I'd imagined. Once again, you're stunning, Princess." Lucifer quipped, intending to ease her down as he kept his eyes on her eyes, not her body. At least for the moment. "Please, relax."

Lucifer's voice was warm and soothing, and somehow sweet. Sort of like honey.

It's... alluring.

She was unsure if it was due to his mysterious powers or just her lack of experience in this, but she felt her body heating up the moment he ran a hand over her back, all the way to the nape of her neck and her hair.

Rias found herself wondering as he caressed her, comforting her in a way no one had ever done to her before. Was a man's touch always been this gentle?

His minty breath became more announced the closer he got to her. "Ever kissed someone before, Princess?" And she found her nervousness muted her, and could only shake her head as an answer. "Why, then it would be an honor."

Rias looked up at his russet eyes, and down to his nose and then his lips that was playing a smile, and she realized that he was ridiculously striking.

Closing her eyes, the heiress yielded to the Devil.

Lucifer inclined his head in an angle, peeking through a small slit of his eyelids, and waited for their lips to touch. Before she started to hesitate, his arms were around her, holding her sure and firm as he bent her head back and kissed her. Tightlipped, softly, and at first, innocent.

He allowed her to grow accustomed to the feeling of his lips, and his to hers. She was soft textured, plump. The bottom lip was mushier and thicker, and he couldn't wait to run his tongue along these velvety rims of hers, just wanting to fulfill his needs without regards — but he held back. All just for this crimson-haired Devil to regain her lost confident. Perhaps he did have a little change of heart during his time as humans.

But the moment she started to reopen her eyes to show him she's unafraid, restating her place as equal to him, he'll unbind all restrains.

And Rias did. She felt confident as she was the one who did all the kissing, until Lucifer slipped out his tongue and licked her lips. This caused her to shot her eyes open in surprise, and gasped a little, which was a newbie mistake for kissing due to the awkwardness it often caused, but Lucifer was unfettered.

Instead, he kept on kissing her, harder, until Rias closed her eyes again, letting him take the lead. Tenderly, he massaged her lips between his, biting her ever so gently.

Eventually, he pried them open.

Rias knotted her fists in his shirt as he ventured the insides of her mouth. He was gentle, but demanding, and obviously far more experienced than her. She felt tickled when he touched the top of her mouth, yet when he twisted her tongue and probably bruised it, Rias began to feel the heat again.

She felt hot. Her area under her stomach was hurting painfully, and she felt she was melting.

Her body was burning, and her hands had been unconsciously feeling his shoulders, his broad back, gripping his hair as her body thawed into his. Like her moans that slipped out, her sweats had now begun staining his dress shirt.

Gently, he pushed her, not breaking the kiss as she fell down without protest. But she couldn't feel the weight of his body or the small stubbles on his chin or the bed sheets behind her back – she was numbed to everything but him and his lips, and she wanted him nowhere but closer to her.

He was the one to withdraw his lips, leaving Rias with a feeling of sad emptiness as she breathed breathlessly, her breasts seemingly swelling up at each breath she took in.

Before directing his attention to her body, Lucifer planted a kiss on her chin, and then tucked his head between the crook of her neck and her smooth shoulder.

"Mnh—" yet another moan escaped her as his lips violated her neck. "Ah..."

As he suckled her skin greedily, her hands strangely reached up to the bedspread above. She gripped them tightly as he then planted several more at the valley of her chest, the plains of her stomach as his palms massaged her breasts.

He left bluish spots before he went further down. Bruises, yet they didn't hurt.

She could see and feel her pink buds hardening between his fingers, and her legs wouldn't stop fidgeting over the building sensation. It was foreign, unfamiliar, but she didn't care. She had stopped caring. She had been overwhelmed.

As her sweet, sweet voice filled the room like how her fragrance once did, which continued on escalating and loudening after each deft movement he made over her body as if he knew the right places to touch and the right pressure.

Then a hand left her breast, and then all of the sudden, she threw her head back as her body arched upwards as his fingers entered her core. "A-ah?! Ah?! Hyaaahn?!"

Rias struggled to catch her breath, heaving loudly and hotly. He might be seeing fumes coming out from her lips, and her lower lips. She's very sensitive to touch. And by very, he meant very. She came just by a little foreplay! Her body was easy to be subjected to pleasure, a trait he always liked and enjoyed from any women.

"A—aaah... Hnnh... Wh... What...?" looking for him, she glanced down past her rosy, bruised chest, feeling that her hands wouldn't be able to lift her weight quite yet.

She saw Lucifer had stopped, and placed by his lips were his middle and index fingers, now coated in her milky fluids. If possible, her face flushed furiously as her hair when she saw him licking his fingers.

"...That's... dirty..."

"Can't help it." he sneered, "You look delicious. And you are." Looking at the girl before him blushing and sweating all over, Lucifer once again pitied those Angels missing out such a lovely sight. "I'm guessing that was your first time having an orgasm. Congratulations, Princess."

She said nothing, embarrassed, and feeling exhausted as if she had run an entire marathon. Her chest was heaving up and down, her breath panting, husky and hot.

"Nnn—!" She shivered violently as Lucifer toyed her clit with his thumb, and Rias felt on edge just as he inserted two fingers in her.

He rubbed her inner walls, gently, letting the pleasure to build slowly, but surely, and most of all, tantalizingly that left her wanting for more. Her face was scarlet red at this point, and there's no vanity left in her beryl eyes. Only lust and carnal desires.

Rias mewled, moving her hips along with the rhythm of his fingering without thinking. She looked at him in pain. "Please... faster..."

He flashed a smile, appreciating her surrender. "Don't be too eager, Princess. There's still aplenty for you."

His palms traveled her sides, feeling the curves of her waist unhurriedly. It was her that led his hand back to her breast, begging him to massage her like before. Yet he didn't. If he was punishing her for her attempt of manipulation, this was the most horrible form of torture.

Tears began to well as she played with her own breasts, her eyes glazed. "Lucifer-sama..."

Her lips were opened, her soft tongue laying out, panting heavily as she stared at him with need. Any sane and straight men would've ravaged her with that yearning look, and the Morning Star was no exception.

Except, he was enjoying it a little too much to just let it end like that. Always had been his guilty pleasure to tame a prideful woman.

"I like you, Princess." he muttered, keeping his fingers moving. "I'm certain I'll be enjoying our little pact."

His words came to her like wind — she heard none. Rias' heaved breaths continued to fill the otherwise silent room for some more times. She was wet, drenched by sweat and her thighs by her juice. The sensation was rising slowly, and it was nearing the peak, yet before it did, Lucifer's fingers left her.

"No...!" Rias felt like crying. Though her brain was all puddle after all that, she didn't want to lose the pleasure, and it was slowly seeping away. "Wh-why did you stop?"

"I'm already satisfied." Lucifer smiled innocently. As her eyes widened in shock and horror, he sat back down and scooted away from her spread legs, licking the liquid trailing down his hand. "What's left to be done is my part of the bargain, Princess."

"B-But I—"

He cut her off, shooting a side glance. "Remember, Princess, I didn't specify anything about having to satisfy you. I have ways to foil your marriage without having to take your virginity." Meaning if she wished to go further; it's all on her.

Lucifer grinned inwardly as Rias stared emptily, thinking hard with the remaining sanity she had. It was clear to him she wanted him. She wanted him. Badly.

Seeing Rias starting to play with her own body in desperation, his grin resurfaced. "Or do you suppose... you'd like extend our little dance?" he suggested, lacing his words to make her feel as though she's in control, when she clearly had lost it the moment she made the deal. "Your body, in exchange of pleasures only I can give?"

She didn't waste a single second, and her fingers were between her wet folds, still trying to elicit the same pleasure he gave her without success as she begged him in a look of misery and helplessness. "Please..."

Another pact was made.

Her body was no longer hers alone.

And just like that, Lucifer obtained what he wanted.

Business as usual.


To be continued...


And Rias was onward to a boulevard of broken dream.

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