Elizabeth approached the door, shivering with both the cold and anticipation. With her head down she lifted her fist and knocked on the door. She waited a minute or so wondering if she should just walk in as if she didn't know it was full of demons. She was reaching for the knob when the door flew open. She jumped slightly and retracted her hand.
"Who are you?" The young man before her spat as his eyes flashed to black.
"Elizabeth Winters," She said, trying her best not to cower. She wasn't used to being up close and personal with demons.
"And what do you want, Elizabeth Winters?" He chewed on her name and spat it out as if it were trash.
"I've come to see your master," The demon looked her over before smiling broadly.
"You have, have you? And what makes you think you're worthy? Filthy little human," He wrinkled his nose in disgust and she couldn't help but do the same.
"His father sent me," The demon's expression dropped, but was quickly replaced by a sneer.
"Don't play games with me, girl. He's been gone since before you were even thought of," Elizabeth was about to walk away and make up a plan B before another voice spoke up from within.
"What's the problem?" The demon whirled around and bowed deeply to a man walking down the stairs. Elizabeth shifted to the side to get a better look at him.
Her breath caught in her throat and she wasn't sure she'd ever get it back. She hadn't spent much if any time conjuring up an image of Lucifer in the past twenty-four hours, but if she had this wasn't what would have come to mind. He looked so normal and handsome. If it weren't for the cold coming off him in waves and that undeniably dark look in his eyes he could easily pass as just some average guy.
"My Lord, this woman claims to have been sent by your father," The demon explained.
"Oh really," Lucifer sauntered past the demon and simply eyed Elizabeth for a second before abruptly grabbing her wrist and yanking her into the building. The door slammed behind Elizabeth, but she hardly noticed. She was locked in a trance-like gaze with Lucifer, who appeared to be just as wide eyed and confused as she was.
The feeling of his skin on hers sent a trembling, icy chill through her body, but buried beneath that a little fire ignited. Lucifer knew immediately that she hadn't lied about who sent her. Touching her was like touching raw power. It enraged him that as much as he wanted to kill this tiny, insignificant, wretch of a woman there was no way he could bring himself to do it. She was his and why would he destroy what belonged to him?
A smile broke over Lucifer's face and Elizabeth wasn't sure how to feel about it.
"How nice of good ol' dad to make me a toy," Slowly, he backed her into the door, his fingers now wrapped around the collar of her jacket. "Lets take a test ride, shall we," He winked and suddenly they were somewhere much darker.
"Tell me, sweetheart," Lucifer leaned in to speak lowly into her ear while slowly unzipping her jacket. "Why did you come?" Elizabeth swallowed the lump of fear in her throat.
"Because I was supposed to," She managed to say, her voice hushed and fearful, but steady. Lucifer clicked his tongue and traced his nose across the hot flesh of her neck. She tensed and fought the urge to shiver. His fingers trailed up her arms until they reached her shoulders, pushing the jacket off and tossing it aside.
"Because you're supposed to? Such a good girl aren't you," His hands gently slipped under the hymn of her shirt and squeezed her hips, pushing her back against the wall. "I wonder what other tricks you know," He lifted her shirt over her head and she didn't protest. He frowned.
Lucifer used his body to pin hers against the wall and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head to the side and biting her neck much harder than necessary. Elizabeth yelped, shifted, and brought her hands up to clutch his shoulders. She started to push him away, but stopped herself. She could never win.