Chapter Thirteen - Lion (Two)

"That has absolutely nothing to do with anything."

"Oh? So then why didn't you pick someone else?"

"Well..."

"Admit it. I'm your favourite and I always will be."

"You won't be if you keep this sass."

"I've always had this sass. And don't try to say I've never used it against you because you know damn well that sass is the only language I speak. Admit it, you love it."

"You sure are something, Lucifer."

"Indeed I am."

"Anyways, you were complaining about lack of explosions earlier, so now is your time to knock yourself out."

"But what if now I don't want to create explosions?"

Satan tosses his head back in semi-sarcastic laughter. "I think we both know that you want to cause mass-destruction at all times. It's been your dream since I could remember."

"My 'dream' isn't necessarily mass-destruction. I don't exactly have any dreams, thank you very much."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. I don't see the point in it. Why want more when you already have everything you want?"

"Everything you want? What exactly is that?"

"Power."

"You aren't the one with the power here, love."

"Love?"

"Anyways, I've come to realize that our situation isn't deplorable enough."

"Don't go changing the subject here, asshole."

"The subject was only changed in the first place because you opened your big mouth."

"Wait, I'm confused now.. Do you 'love' me or do you hate my filthy guts?"

"Maybe you should figure that out for yourself."

Next thing I know, his hands are placed firmly on my hips and his lips are softly, yet aggressively somehow, pressed against mine.

Of course it's instinct to kiss back, right?

Though, I'm not exactly sure if it's instinct to actually enjoy it...

I could get into fuller detail, explaining how the entire kiss was overwhelming, how I practically melted in to it as soon as it happened, blah blah blah. But I won't.

Could you say I actually had wanted this..?

Hell yes.

You can totally say that.

You wouldn't be lying.

I'd been craving this for the longest time.

Most of the creatures that know me, or even of me, think the reason I forced myself to become a terrible person to get thrown out of Heaven is because I enjoyed the feeling of being rude and obnoxious.

As correct as that is, that isn't the main reason I wanted to leave.

We can save that story for a later time, though.
But it's probably fairly obvious by now.

I pulled away after what was happening processed through my brain.

Looking into Satan's eyes, I saw something I hadn't seen before.

Not from him, anyway.

It was lust, nothing more, and most definitely nothing less.

He licks his lips, his eyes burning into mine.

"Come with me." he says, roughly grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of his office.

If it had been at some other time, I would've fought back (and lost, but still), yet this time was different.

I...
I think I wanted that.

No.

I didn't think.

I knew.

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask, knowing the answer.

His quarters.