Mikau: Hello! So sorry for the delay in updating. I think I'm coming down with something…Oh well. Just a warning, there is some limey making out stuff in this chapter, so if you don't like lime stuff, I've put in convenient little warnings to tell you where to stop reading and then where to start again. My cousin Anna (the lemon fiend) said that I should make the part between Lucifer and Thorn into a lemon. After yelling 'Ewewewewe gross!' and throwing things at her, Anna backed off of the lemon idea. Unfortunately, she somehow convinced me to let her help me write a limish thing, so any of you who read the limey part and somehow it doesn't sound like something I would write, it's all my cousin's fault for being obsessed with lemons.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.

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Devil's Kiss

I took a deep breath and opened the door. With a quick nod of pleasantries to the bouncer I was in. I had until two o'clock in the morning to have fun.

At first, it was hard to walk in the emerald dress, but after a few minutes of accidentally tripping, I got use to it, and didn't have such a hard time maneuvering. Several boys asked me to dance, but not knowing how to, I politely declined. I smiled at and greeted those who smiled at and greeted me. Many girls looked jealously at me, but I chose to forgive them; they didn't know that I didn't always look that beautiful. I also tried to ignore some of the cat calls I got from a few groups of teenage boys; they didn't know that I could beat them up with both my hands and legs bound.

"Thorn!" A semi-familiar voice called out from the crowd to me. "Thorn!"

I looked to see a handsome boy with shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, and ebony black eyes. He wore plain black dress pants, and a normal collared dress shirt, but he left the shirt unbuttoned to show his trim and well-muscled body. The boy also wore a beautifully decorated mask. The right half was a sun, brightly painted in warm oranges, sunny yellows, and spicy reds. The left half was shaped like a moon, painted in all different shades of blue and silver. Bordering the outer edge of the mask was a band of glowing yellow and silver stars.

"Hana?" I blinked twice and reminded myself that, regretfully, he was my cousin.

He finally reached me, and greeted me by tilting his head to the side slightly and holding up his right hand. "Yo! Glad you could make it."

"Hey Hana." I hugged him lightly, and to my surprise, he hugged back.

"Hey pretty lady!" A girl in an olive gown walked right up and shamelessly hit on me. Her dress was extremely tight fitting, and it clung to her like it was her skin, hugging her lines and curves. Her mask sort of scared me. It was the same olive color as her dress, but the mask looked like it was made from dragon skin or something. It was all scaly, and on top, a horde of snakes adorned her head like a crown. She was dressed as Medusa. Thank goodness they were fake snakes, or else I would have fainted. The girl herself had ice blue hair and weird gray eyes.

"Hello Ivory…" I greeted nervously. I didn't particularly feel comfortable with her hitting on me.

"Hello Hana-koi!" Ivory draped herself on Hana's shoulders.

"You look gorgeous tonight Ivory." Hana smiled good-naturedly, but tried to free himself from her amorous grasp just the same.

"Thank you! Actually I'm quite jealous of Makoto…he's so lucky that he's short! He gets to look up everybody's dresses, and no one can be mad at him because he can't help it!" Ivory pouted, still clinging to my cousin.

"Ivory, you know I don't look up girls' skirts! I'm not a pervert like you." I looked down and spotted a short, sandy blonde-haired boy with bright green eyes. He wore a tuxedo like everyone else, but his mask made him stick out in the crowd: a white cat face decorated in streaks and splotches of gold and teal. The gold outlining around the eye sockets really made his eyes stand out.

"Well if it isn't Makoto Oyamada. How are you tonight dearest midget?" The Ainu girl teased.

"That's not funny Usui." The shrimpy teen addressed his friend sternly, but quickly changed tones of voice when greeting my cousin and me. "Hello Hana-kun! Good evening Miss Thorn." Makoto bowed like a gentleman to me.

"Nice seeing you again Makoto." I smiled pleasantly down at him, hoping that what he said about not looking up girls' skirts was true. Though I seriously doubted it was in his character to actually do such a thing. He seemed like such a shy and kind boy.

"Yo Makoto. Hey, where are your glasses?" Hana asked, still trying to free himself from Ivory; accidentally touching her chest, he drew his hand back and cringed.

"I'm wearing contacts." He replied simply. "It would be hard to wear glasses and a mask at the same time…Hey, where's Akira? He didn't chicken out of coming did he?"

"I have no idea where my cousin is…He said he was coming. He also said that no one would be able to recognize him." Ivory let go of Hana for a second to look around the crowded room. So many different masks hid the identities of almost everyone. "I don't see him…But OH MY GOD HANA! Your aunt looks sooooo hott! I just love her silver hair!"

"Valerie is here?" I asked enthusiastically. I was eager to speak again with that interesting woman.

"Yeah, she looks pretty busy though…my mom is determined to set her up with some guy. Anna never gives up once she sets her mind to something." Hana observed.

"And who is that sexy devil she's dancing with!" Ivory totally forgot her original plan to spot Akira in the crowd, and opted to ogle at the dancing pair.

"You know, that could be Hao…but it could also be Lucifer…I can't tell from way over here…" Makoto spoke up, trying to see over everyone else's heads, but having little success.

"Oh well…it doesn't matter…Wait. Where's my cousin?" The blue-haired Ainu re-established her Akira search.

While Ivory was still distracted with looking for her cousin and Makoto was trying to get a good look at Valerie's dancing partner, Hana lowered his voice to whisper in my ear. "So…Uh…Thorn…Do you want to dance?"

"I couldn't possibly…" I blushed, looking away from him. "I have no idea how to dance…"

A cute smirk adorned his face as Hana pulled me out onto the dance floor against my will. "Oh, come on! It's the boy that leads, so all you have to do is follow me and make sure I don't step on your feet."

"Ha-na! I swear, I have two right feet! I can't dance! I—" He placed a hand over my mouth, cutting me off.

"It's a slow song, so just put your arms around my neck, and follow my lead." Hana instructed firmly.

I did as he said without questioning him further, and to my surprise, I actually did well. We didn't step on each other's feet or anything.

"See…you're doing fine. That wasn't so bad, was it?" my cousin smiled brightly as usually.

"You're right…it isn't as horrible as I thought." I happily admitted. "I was really nervous at first, but now I think I feel better. Thank you for showing me how."

"No problem…I'm glad I could be of help to you…So, how did you convince your dad to let you come? He seemed pretty set on not letting you out of the house this weekend."

I had to think before I said anything. It would seem really strange if I told him that the devil had appeared out of nowhere, gave me a mask and dress, and then teleported me to the dance. "Well…my dad is infamous for changing his mind. I guess he felt a little guilty for never letting me do anything, so he let me go to this party."

"Well, I'm glad you came. Ivy was looking forward to seeing you too." My cousin stated off-handedly.

"Ivy!" My eyes turned to slits, and my body temperature skyrocketed at the mention of my mother.

"Uh…Sorry….I meant Valerie! I accidentally get names mixed up all the time. Really sorry about that Thorn." His cute little smile was contagious, and soon I forgot about his little slip.

"Excuse me, but may I cut in on this dance?" A taller gentleman in a dark purple suit tapped Hana on the shoulder. He was wearing an orange, black, gold, and red glittery mask. It was a lot less ornate than the rest of the masks at the party, but it still had a fancy flare. His purple suit matched his smoothed down hair perfectly. Somehow, his snowy blue eyes seemed familiar.

"Do I know you?" Hana carefully scrutinized the man, taking in every detail suspiciously.

"No. My name is Dao Lian, and I do not remember us meeting before. Now, may I please dance with this enchanting young lady?" The young stranger seemed to be getting impatient.

"If she agrees." Hana looked at me out of the corner of his eye, waiting for my approval. He didn't look very happy about our dance being cut short.

"I can always dance with you again later Hana." I smiled reassuringly at my cousin as my new dancing partner took me by my hand and lead me away from Hana.

As soon as I was gone, Ivory walked up to my cousin and they started dancing. I couldn't help but think what an opportunist she was.

"So…Lian? Was it? Why are you here?" I attempted to make small talk.

"My friends were all on my case to come, so I did. Now that I'm here I figure I might as well dance with pretty girls." He shrugged, blushing some.

"Why aren't you hanging with your friends?" I asked, totally missing the fact that he had called me pretty.

He shrugged again, forgiving me for missing his compliment. "I'm sort of mad at them…my one friend—well she's my cousin actually—but, she was teasing me the other day about my inability to attract a girl. Yesterday we had a bet: we were in this club, and she told me to pick a girl. I picked this pretty looking blonde with pretty tight fitting clothes and stuff, and then my cousin said that I probably couldn't get the girl to go out with me. I asked the blonde, and she flat out refused me. Then my coz went up to her and got the girl to go out on a date. As if that weren't enough, my best friend challenged me to a fight "so he could practice a new trick his aunt taught him" and he kicked my ass. Then this other guy I hang with, my best friend's best friend, I told him that I had recently failed a history test, and then he offered to tutor me. He assigns extra homework, and doesn't give me any slack. They've all been real jerks to me this week."

"That sounds awful." I couldn't help but be sympathetic towards the boy. The song suddenly came to an end, and it was time for us to part company. "Uh…hey, do you want to dance again?" I didn't want to say goodbye to him yet. He seemed like such an interesting person, and it looked like he didn't have anyone to talk to. I might as well stay and get to know him.

A slow smile took over his lips. "I'd love to dance with you." The next song started up; this one was a little faster than the previous ones. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Me? Oh…I don't know…My dad and sister came, and I didn't want to be left home alone, so I somehow magically ended up here." I paused; somehow it didn't feel right lying to him even if the truth sounded weird. "Actually, my dad doesn't let me out much, so I had to sneak out. It's pretty funny really, he let's my sister do whatever she wants, but I can't do anything. I don't know, maybe it's just sad and not really funny at all…"

"Sorry…I'd hate to be boxed up all the time. I can't imagine how horrible it is to be grounded 24-7." Lian grinned apologetically at me, and I felt my heart skip a beat at his beautiful smile

"It's not so bad." I blushed. "I've recently made some new friends, and all except for one, they all seem to accept me. I can still have fun despite that I'm pretty much kept under lock and key."

"But I bet you've never been on a date." He challenged.

I clinched my teeth and grudgingly admitted, "Well…no…but—"

"But nothing. I bet you haven't even had a first kiss either!" Now he seemed to be laughing at me. It wasn't a cruel laugh; he seemed to be teasing me. Sort of how Valerie spoke to me.

My face became bright red at his accusation. Of course it was true that I had never been kissed before, but I wouldn't let this man know that. "Of course I've had my first kiss! I've kissed plenty of boys." I lied.

"Really? Then what's one more?" He held me close in his arms and kissed me. It was only a brief kiss with no tongue involved at all, but it was my first one…

"You lied…you never had been kissed before had you?" He broke away and asked me looking deep into my dark eyes.

"I was lying, but you didn't have to go and steal my first real kiss for it! Jerk…" I pouted, refusing to look him in the eye.

"You're really pretty when you're upset." He sighed, letting go of me. "Goodbye Miss, and thanks for the dance. Sorry to bother you." He turned from me and started to walk away.

"Wait!" I grabbed at his jacket sleeve.

"Yes? I'm sorry, can I do something for you?" He looked longingly back at me.

"Um…yes." I answered hesitantly. "Here." I gave him a piece of paper with my email address on it. "I'd like to talk to you again sometime. I really…l-like…you. My name is…" I paused, somehow feeling that I couldn't give him my real name for some strange reason. "Hoshi. Hoshi Asakura."

He gave an honest smile as he gave me a piece of paper in return. "I'd like that. I hope to meet you again some day Hoshi." He leaned in and placed another chaste kiss upon my lips. He winked and then vanished into the crowd of people. I looked down at the piece of paper and smiled: Chineseshadowboy33 at SK dot com.

"THORN!" A female voice shrieked, causing me to almost drop the email address. I turned to see my sister gaping at me. "Thorn? Is that you!"

"Hey, Hosh. What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost." I giggled at my sister's startled appearance.

"You…Oh my, like, GOD! You look like a girl in that dress! Like, how did you get here!" Hoshi didn't look happy to see me there looking simply exquisite in our mother's ball gown.

"Thanks sis. Our cousin invited me. You know, Hana? He's the one over there in the sun and moon mask dancing with Medusa. As for how I got here, 'querer es poder'; where there's a will, there's a way." I smiled cheekily at my sister. Now was my chance to get her back for all the horrible things she did to me. It was fun to torture my sister.

"Like, NO FAIR! You, like, can't possibly be here! Like, oh my God. Well, have, like, fun." She stormed off, followed by a group of horny teenage boys.

"Hmph." I sniffed indignantly. She was always such a pain. I was sick of my sister always being so snobbish. I sighed and headed over to the punch table. On the way, I passed my father dancing with Valerie. They were flirting heavily with each other, both obviously drunk. I saw my Aunt Anna smiling happily at the couple. She seemed genuinely pleased to see Hao and Val getting together on their own.

I picked up a cup of strawberry punch and was about to drink when someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Uh, Miss?"

"Ahh!" I jumped, spilling punch all over the person behind me. Luckily I didn't get any punch on myself or it would have stained my mother's dress. I turned to see the man I had spilt the punch on. "I am so sorry!" I started to apologize, but stopped as he placed a long, soft, index finger over my lips.

"No, it's okay—really. I'm the one who snuck up on you while you were drinking, so technically it's my fault." He was beautiful: long crimson-red hair pulled up into a ponytail, and dark blue eyes. He was dressed in a white tuxedo complete with top hat and cape. Instead of a mask, he wore a monocle.

I snapped out of my momentary daze, and tried to apologize again. "Yes, but that punch is going to stain…I wish I could make it up to you…"

"You can." He replied happily, and somehow I felt that I had fallen into some kind of trap he had set for me. It seemed as if he had planned for me to spill the punch on him in the first place.

"How?" I swallowed and asked warily.

"Wait here, and I'll be back in a minute." He was gone and back before I could even blink. When he returned, he was wearing a black tuxedo jacket with a red collar, but no shirt underneath it. He left the jacket unbuttoned, much like Hana, so that his abs and chest were visible. The stranger had even gotten a mask: a red, half-faced mask made to look like the devil himself. It was even complete with devil horns.

"I had another costume with me, so it's really no big deal about you ruining the first one. I like this one better anyway, but if you're so desperate to repay me, you could always let me take you out to dinner. What do you say?"

"But it's two thirty eight in the morning. It's way too late to go anywhere; no one will be open." I tried to get out of going out with a complete stranger.

He grinned, having the perfect counter for my reluctance. "Actually, I know a fancy place that's always open. I swear you'll like it. Oh, my name is Lucifer by the way…what's yours?"

"Uh…my name is Thorn. I suppose I at least owe you a dinner date…that tux must have cost a fortune." My smile faltered a little, as I tried to look reassured.

"Ah…so you're Hao's daughter; the daughter of the great Shaman King. I've heard things about you…but never that you were so gorgeous. I'm honored to be able to escort you to dinner."

I blushed as he lifted my hand to his lips. "Um…thank you. It's a pleasure meeting you as well. Are you sure that you want to pay for me to go to dinner with you?" I was truly honored that he thought I was pretty even if I didn't, but I still didn't feel comfortable going anywhere alone with this guy that I had just met.

Unfortunately finally, he convinced me to go with him. He took me to a nice expensive restaurant on the edge of town and ordered whatever I wanted for me. He was so kind to me and made sure I had whatever I asked for. He went out of his way to please me. Lucifer was very open when he spoke, so he talked about anything I wished to discuss. He listened patiently as I talked about how my father babied me just because of my similar looks to my mother. Lucifer listened quietly and when I was done explaining my troubles he showed sympathy and support. He explained to me about how he was in love with this girl, but she was already involved with someone else. We shared our hardships and day-to-day annoyances, but we also shared our hobbies and other things that made us happy. I really felt happy to finally have someone to talk to. He reminded me of how I felt when I was talking to Valerie. It was a safe feeling; it was like I could actually tell someone what I actually thought and not be judged.

"So, what's your favorite color?" Lucifer smiled at me as we walked back to Funbari Onsen.

I had to think about it. I never really thought about colors often. "I suppose I like green. I'm not exactly sure why…What about you?"

"I like white…It reminds me of Heaven and pure junk like that. It also reminds me of the X-LAWS….though I don't think that's an incentive to like the color white…"

Lucifer looked a bit lost in his memories, so I hesitated to ask, "Who are the 'x-laws'?"

"Huh? Oh…them…they were anti-Hao during the Shaman Fight. All but a handful are dead now though. I think maybe three are still alive. There weren't many to start out with anyway."

"So here we are…" I announced as we approached the En Inn, not sure what to do.

"Yeah…" He agreed reluctantly. "Hey, Thorn?"

"Hmm?" I slightly angled my face towards him, but I kept my eyes focused on the house.

"You know, I might not have a chance with that one girl I was telling you about, but I think I've fallen for another one." As he said this, he looked right at me, but being totally inexperienced and clueless when it came to men and love, I had no idea who he was talking about.

"Really? Well that's great Lucifer. I'm happy for you. That other girl really doesn't seem to deserve such a kind and considerate guy like you. I suppose this is where we say goodbye? I really should get home. My father will be really upset when he finds out how late I stayed out…" I looked away from him, a little reluctant to go, but feeling something bad about to happen.

"Thorn…Come with me, I…We need to talk." His voice sounded so serious. It kind of scared me.

He led me through the back gate and into the yard. Lucifer opened a balcony door to one of the empty rooms of the house and guided me inside. The room was a western style bedroom. It looked odd in the old Inn, but somehow it seemed befitting that Anna would want to keep up with the times and modernize at least one of the rooms in the house.

I took a seat on the weird western bed and took a better look about the room. It was in a more abandoned part of the house; the part that had been closed off for the big party. No one was in the rooms surrounding the one we were occupying, and the music from the party was so loud that you couldn't hear someone unless they were right next to you, screaming in your ear. "Lucifer? We're in a bedroom."

"Yeah? So? We need to talk, and here no one at the party will hear us even if we scream or yell or anything." Lucifer casually flicked off his shoes, and took off his jacket. "Thorn, do you like me?"

Now THAT was an odd question. "Well, yeah…we're friends right?" I shifted positions oddly on the bed so that I was lying down.

"I mean, do you like me, like me?" He walked slowly towards where I lay on the bed.

"I suppose…yes. I do like you." He was very attractive, a nice person, and I felt that I could safely talk to him about anything really, so I figured that maybe I did really like him. But of course I had no clue seeing as there were twelve year-olds more experienced in the affairs of the heart than I was. I could have been in love with him, and just not have been able to tell.

"And how old are you?"

"I'll be seventeen this Christmas…why?" I had no idea about the relevance of his question.

"That's good…don't want to do anything illegal." A lustful gleam shown bright in his eyes, but I, as usual had no idea as to what was going on.

"Lucifer?"

LIMISH PART STARTS HERE!

"Don't be scared; it only hurts a little at first, then you're too busy screaming my name and enjoying it to care about the pain." He straddled my hips and pushed me down onto the bed before I could ask what he was talking about.

It all happened so fast and before I knew it he pushed his lips to mine, forcibly parted them, and let his tongue freely explore the inside. I tried to get away, but it was no use. The more I struggled, the further he pushed his tongue into my mouth, causing me to immediately calm down from the pain of his force. I had never felt anything like it before. I didn't know whether to scream or just accept him. I felt totally drunk. What was he doing to me to make me feel this way? How did he so easy force me down and control me? I had never asked him to force his tongue on me like that! I decided to just let him do what he wanted. He wasn't hurting me that badly, and I was sort of enjoying his strange kiss.

I didn't want him to stop, but I knew we both had to breathe sometime. Thankfully, after he stopped for air, he quickly started up again, each time coming back with ten times as much force as the last. I felt so weak just laying there and letting him 'kiss me. My father would be furious if he knew what I was doing.

"Forget about your father and think only of me." Lucifer instructed firmly. It was as if he could read my thoughts. "I'm the one who controls you now." As if to prove his point, he ran his fingers through my hair causing me to shiver. I didn't want him to stop, but somehow this felt so wrong, like no one was supposed to have such power over me, but somehow Lucifer did.

My entire body stiffened as he deepened the kiss, pushing himself further and further into my mouth'. He swirled his tongue around inside and made me want to gasp for air. He seemed so satisfied when I looked away from him and started breathing hard.

"Come on Thorn, admit that you're having fun in this little play session." He teased and started to run his fingers over my lips. I tried to stop panting, but it was really no use. I couldn't catch my breath. I was so scared of that look in his eyes. He parted my lips again by force and one-by-one ran each of his fingers along the inside of the bottom lip and then my top lip, slowly torturing me.

'What is he doing?' My breathing had almost returned to normal. I tried to fight him off and get away, but he shoved me back underneath him on the bed, determined to 'talk' with me.

"Thorn, you are mine. I've decided to add you to the list of women to pursue. I will not stop until you give up your free will and follow me blindly. Understand?"

I looked wide-eyed at him wondering what kind of sick freak I had let into my life. I was about to scream, but he shoved two fingers into my mouth at the same time. The sharp jab made me want to scream all the more. It had hurt; he was trying to shove his entire fist into me just to shut me up. I felt as if I would explode. My mouth wasn't made to contain his whole fist, but it seemed to be trying to stretch to fit it.

I couldn't speak, so instead I gave him a defiant glare saying, 'Why are you doing this to me? What do you want, and why are you hurting me!'

"Oh Thorn…" He smiled evil as his fingers started messaging the inside walls of my mouth. "Girls have the most interesting facial expressions when you cause them pain. I enjoy watching you in pain. I wonder what sort of pained face you'll make when I shove this fist all the way through you into your stomach?"

My eyes widened in pain as he shoved his fist further into me hitting up against what felt like a wall, like the back of my throat. He pushed forcefully up against it, and I thought he would go right through me, the pillows underneath me, and the bed if he pushed at me any harder. It seemed as if he was trying to reach inside my body for my soul.

"I am…and when I get it, you're going to enjoy being ripped apart piece by piece by me. Give yourself to me Thorn, and I swear I'll make it fun. I'll take over you slowly, and it'll hurt so much. I suppose it will only be fun for you if you enjoy pain, but I'm sure you'll just get use to it like all the others before you."

I started to cry when he increased the pressure on me. I screamed. At least I tried to: his hand covered my mouth. I drew in quick breaths through my nose and screamed over and over again. The end result came out as something that sounded remotely like 'LUCIFER!' His hand pulled back a little, relieving some of the pain. I screamed his name again. That seemed to make him happy enough to stop hurting me. His hand was almost out of my mouth by my third call of his name.

I stopped screaming because I had gotten used to the comparably smaller pain. That didn't make him happy at all. "If I were you, I'd scream louder." He shoved his hand back up against my back wall, his fingers tearing at the sides, trying to rip me open from the inside.

I screamed like a mad woman, over and over again. I was surprised no one heard my agonized cries. I tried to break away from him again, but this time was no different from the last few attempts. It was as if he was attached to me. I rolled and tossed underneath him, but his hold on me was too good and whenever I got close to breaking free, he would blind me with pain by pinching the inside walls of my mouth. He laughed evilly, clearly enjoying the pain he inflicted on me.

Finally it occurred to me what I had to do: seduce him out of killing me. Hoshi had told me time and time again of Ivy's adventures. Whenever my mother got into trouble, she either fought her way out of it, or used her sex appeal to get away. I hated myself for sinking to Ivy's level, but this was an emergency. I had to get out of this mess without losing my innocence.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, arched my back, and lifted my hips so that I would be pushed up against him. The close intimate contact startled my aggressor, and I took advantage of his momentary dropped guard. I took his hand in my own, and pulled him out of my mouth. A slow dribble of saliva and blood flowed from the corner of my mouth.

Seeing the mess he had made, he cleaned it up with his tongue. I glared in disgust. He greedily licked up every drop and then sucked at my lips for more. I would have given anything to get him away from me right that minute.

"Thorn…you've been giving into my affection too easily." He mock scolded. "How far will you let me go?" I slapped him hard as his hand found its way to my thigh."

"You're the devil aren't you? The one that brought me to this party in the first place." I glared evilly up at him.

"Yep. And since I can't lay a finger on your mother, I'll take you instead." He grabbed hold of my wrists and teleported us somewhere. When we arrived I was still trapped under him, but instead of the small bed back at Funbari Onsen, I was in a much bigger bed. "We're back at your house, and don't worry: no one's home. Your sister is off sleeping with some random guy, and your father is sharing Valerie's bed tonight. So, I ask you: may I share yours?"

"Go to hell!" I spat.

"Oh, I will. Just give me a little goodbye kiss. You had better respond this time or I will kill you and devour your soul. Then we can do this every night. You're in the abandoned bedroom, so if I kill you here, no one will find you for days. Now, let's make this a special farewell kiss." He ordered.

Without waiting for my consent, he forced my lips open one last time and slowly slid in his tongue. I hated the heated, drunken feeling he forced on me. I didn't want him anywhere near me, but here he was on top of me. My father was sure to kill him if he ever got the chance. Lucifer ran his fingers through my hair, pulling and yanking on every strand. 'Come on Thorn, respond to me or I will kill you.' His thoughts rang through my head. I gently stroked his hair, and I could almost see the wicked, pleased smirk on his face. His tongue came to life in my mouth, playing tug-o-war with me. I tried to play back, doing whatever seemed natural, but truth be told, I was crying inside having to obey his will or die. He pulled away slightly, but still not completely out of my mouth. "Okay Thorn, this is it. Either try with all of your worth, or die."

He pushed me down hard against the bed and teased me with his tongue I was not enjoying this in the slightest bit, but whatever would save my life. 'How can my sister stand guys doing this to her?'

'She responds to them and lets them have a good time.' Lucifer read my mind as he deepened the kiss. 'Come to me Thorn.' I decided to play along by arching my back and moaning slightly into his mouth. He pressed me down harder. It was like he was trying to flatten me. I tried to contain my screams of pain as he pushed his tongue hard up against the back of my mouth wear his fingers had been clawing before. His hands had made it sore, so now it hurt worse as he tongue pushed against it. I could feel the wall bleeding. All the muscles in my mouth wanted to break after all the stress he had been putting them through. My throat was dry and sore as he pulled half away from me again.

"One last thing Thorn." Our saliva mixed together and he forced most of it down my throat. I struggled to get away from him, but his tongue was still in my mouth, so I couldn't free myself. Then Lucifer released everything into me at that one moment. He took all the pent up anger, lust, and sadness out on me. He pulled away, and the saliva exchange ended. I felt so tired, but I wanted him to kiss' me again and again. Somehow I was getting addicted to his intimate kisses and his tongue in my mouth.

He licked at my lips, cleaning up all the saliva and blood he had left behind. "How does it feel to be controlled like that? I've always wanted someone to force me down and take out all their stored emotions on me, but no one wants to be loved by the devil."

LIMISH PART ENDS HERE!

He smiled down at me as I cried on the bed. "You won't remember this when morning comes. You'll wake up in your own bed, and the only thing you'll remember is falling in love with a man named Lucifer at the party."

"How can you say that after the physical abuse I went through! Surely your rough handling will leave marks on my body." I objected.

"Nope." He smiled and placed a hand over my heart. "You will remember nothing, and I will leave no trace evidence that I was here. The best part is that you get to walk away a virgin. You're sister wasn't so lucky when I took her out to dinner." Lucifer winked one last time at me before I fainted.

The next morning I woke up in my own bedroom with no memories of the previous night spent with Lucifer. I remembered every detail of the party up until he took me into one of the Inn's rooms. What we talked about while in that room, I had no remembrance of. I simply remembered him taking me home and passionately kissing me good night. I suppose he escorted me up to my room because when I woke up I found a gift lying on the pillow next to me. To Thorn, with love, from Lucifer. Every beautiful woman needs an equally beautiful necklace. I opened the box and cooed over the emerald heart choker he had given me.

I also remembered another boy…a boy with dark violet hair and snowy blue eyes. He called himself 'Dao Lian', but I had a feeling that that couldn't possibly be his real name. But still, that hair and eye coloring seemed so familiar.

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Mikau: Well…that wasn't so bad…I'm feeling a little peppier than I have been as of late, so that means I'm getting better, or that I'm going to get worse. Oh well. My friend is doing better for all those who care (thank you all for inquiring.) she's talking to her teachers about it, and I think she's going to be okay. She seems happier. Well, thank you all for your reviews. I only wish I could talk more, but my dad wants me to "KARA! GO TO SLEEP NOW, WE'LL TAKE YOUR LAPTOP AWAY IF YOU DON'T!" My father isn't very good at grammar, so he'd probably write it exactly like that: ALL CAPS, and as a comma splice. Sometimes I wonder where I got my love of grammar. Until next time! Smiles brightly

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To Karay: I don't think the sites are working for anyone…so sorry. Maybe if you keep trying the sites eventually it will work. All of them seem to go down at one time or another. I hope that they eventually work for you. Again, so sorry. And about what God would look like: I think that God has no definite form, but like Lucifer in my story can change form at will, so therefore has no specific gender, height, weight, eye color, hair length, etc…Only, the Lucifer in my story seems to like looking like Hao. He also seems to like being a guy. Go figure.

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