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Sixteen

"Aren't you beautiful…?" Fingers trailed across my naked flesh, delivering a light tickling sensation throughout the nerves in my body. "A canvas in which to paint using the blood of the human race…"

"What the fuck?" I frowned, sitting up. Looking around I was in some kind of room made top to bottom from black obsidian. The furniture was made from thick, heavy black wood and the sheets were softest blood sheets I'd ever lain on before. Looking beside me, there was a man lying next to me-I would have mistaken this for some kind of sex dream if not for the eyes…black eyes that looked like the fiery depth of hell itself.

"You're a hard person to track down, Teresa," he smirked. "It wasn't until you stuck your blade through my most loyal servants heart did I know where you are…" He grabbed the arm that had the language of Hell's Bible, "like the Florida State Tag and Release Program," he smirked, licking the inside of my arm. "You have no idea how delighted I am to see you, Teresa…finally after all this time."

"Sod off," I snipped, getting off the bed. I crossed naked across the room and onto the balcony. "Well I'll be damned," I whispered. If I was a bird I would have found myself overlooking a huge obsidian fortress, nestled over a lake of liquid fire, the ground below was black, charred and burnt, the sky above was blood red, clouds of black rolled across the sky that never ended.

"Exactly," he smirked. "Surely you've realised where you are by now and who I am."

"Judging by the shit scenery this is Hell," I replied, "and you're Lucifer. I thought you were supposed to be in a cage or something?"

He smirked. "Oh I am in a cage…I rule hell from here…this is my home and I cannot leave but I grow tired of the scenery and desire to walk the earth. However, I can bring people down here if I desire…their souls of course."

"So my soul is naked?" I questioned, looking down.

"All the better to tempt you…lovely Teresa," Lucifer whispered, kissing my neck. "I need a queen…a Nephilim bride…you are the only female who walks the earth carrying that title…be mine Teresa."

"You're such a romantic," I deadpanned. "How can I possibly refuse?"

He wracked his claws across my back and I screamed. "There's a fine line between pleasure and pain," Lucifer whispered in my ear, "all this can be yours…you'll be my queen of hell and of earth and we will march side by side to the gates of heaven and you will sit beside me as I claim God's throne. Say no to me and I will make sure every last moment of your life is nothing but blood and pain."

I laughed and shook my head. "Fuck you…you need me to say yes, don't you? You're an angel after all."

"You will say yes to me," he whispered, taking my mouth to his.

It was like liquid fire was pouring down my throat.

I pushed him away. "Ouch!" I hissed.

Lucifer laughed. "Usually they die when I kiss them…it leaves me with demon women and honestly…they're terrible lovers. Rubbish." He cupped my face and kissed me again. I could tell this gentleness was not him. The Prince of Lies. The King of Hell. The Morningstar…I would not call him a gentle lover.

Lucifer grabbed my arm, turning me around to push my body up against the wall…oh there it was. He licked my neck and thrust himself into me.

I gasped. Every inch of his body was hot and his cock was no exception. His hands started to change shape as they gripped my arms, rippling skin turned red and his tongue on my neck, now forked could wrap around my throat…I gotta admit…if the world didn't hinge on my saying yes…I would say yes just for the sex.

God I wished I had something to hold onto as he fucked me into the black obsidian.

"Do not speak that word here again," Lucifer hissed in my ear as fire poured through my insides.

He waved his hand slowly across my back and I gasped, feeling hellfire brand itself into my back. "Perfect," Lucifer smirked.

I tried to look back but couldn't see. "What did you do?"

"I've always wanted to mark you," he smirked, "in my own way…apart from my juices inside you…Teresa…"

"Are you kidding me?" I snapped, finally seeing the mark. It was a series of perfectly drawn lines and swirls that made up the words Lucifer. "Oh fuck you!" I snapped, punching him in the face.

"Tessa! Tessa!"

I looked up.

"Your friend is calling," Lucifer laughed. "Till we meet again, Teresa."

"Tessa?" John questioned, upright in the chair beside my bed. "Finally! You've been out for forty-eight hours. How are you feeling?"

I looked around my bedroom back at the bunker and sighed. "Thank god…what happened?"

"You OD," he explained. He took a little bag of red powder from his pocket, "the street name is Hell's Fire. It's cocaine mixed with demon blood. Most of the stupid kids at that party were taking it."

I sighed. "No wonder I reacted."

"Oh Jesus," he gasped. "You're bleeding!" He jumped out of the chair and immediately inspected my back. "There's claw marks across your back…how the blood hell did this happen?"

"Would you believe really violent sex dream?" I asked him.

John raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not kidding!" I argued. "That little accidental angel killing…well I may have a problem."

"Yes I know," John frowned. "Your father told me. Lucifer's bride. And I would hardly call it an accidental killing, Tessa..."

"Well Lucifer called my soul to the cage," I explained. "And he offered me a place by his side. I didn't say yes."

"But you didn't say no, did you?" John asked. "Bloody hell Tessa. You're more trouble than you're bloody worth."

"I get that a lot," I smirked.

"Well you deserve it," he huffed. "You're going back to the bunker in the morning."

"Thank you but I'd like to get back to what we were doing," I coughed. "This street drug. I want to get back to dealing with that and the ghost if you don't mind."

"I'd like to wrap this up as quick as we can," he replied honestly. "There's a baby in Mexico that's been taken and his mother murdered. Whatever it is, I need your help."

I nodded. "Absolutely…and John…gotta say…mighty impressed," I smirked.

He coughed and cleared his throat. "Yes…thank you, Tessa but we shan't have a repeat of that performance. Understand?"

I shrugged as he went to the door. "Okay, I understand."

"Appreciated, Caesar," he smirked, closing the door behind him.

I winced and got out of bed, I crossed the room to the mirror and looked at the claw marks across my back and the branding just above my butt. I shook my head and closed my eyes, focusing every inch of my considerably sexy being, I forced myself to heal. Feeling every muscle stitch itself back together was an odd sensation and a tiring one but it always did the trick…

Only problem is I now had a permanent reminder of Lucifer on my flesh as well as my soul…how bad would it be if I said yes? I asked myself.