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jadegrey711 · 5 years ago

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Only for You

Dark Lord x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everybody I got a wonderful request from an ANON for another Dark Lord x Reader pairing that I was more than happy to do! I’ve got another Dark Lord x Reader pairing i’m working on along with Part 3 of my first Dark Lord x Reader pairing which I’ve now dubbed as An Unwilling Queen! Hope you enjoy Anon!

*NOT my GIF*

Word Count: 3k + (Sorry it’s really freaking long!)

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

Prompt: OMG I love your writing. I think you’re so talented. I was wondering if you could take a request. I was hoping for a oneshot or two of a Lucifer (Sabrina) x soul mate reader who is shy, also a v powerful witch and friend of Sabrina. I like the idea of the Dark Lord being only weak for her. I was hoping for a oneshot of him meeting and finding out who she is to him, him falling in love and ending in smut.

*He’s also portrayed here in his angelic (hot) form, not the monster form.

Warnings: Smut at the end, kind of an underage reader, she’s eighteen but he’s like a billion years old so there’s that lol. Also kind of angsty.

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This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake.

A shadow seems to follow you wherever you go now. Like an ever-looming presence, that you feel like you can catch if you just turn your head at the right moment; but nothing is ever there. Sabrina says it’s all in your imagination.

“Or maybe there’s dark forces at play for your immortal soul.” She says in a silly ghoulish voice.

You laugh and lightly punch her arm. “I’m serious I feel like something or someone is watching me. Like constantly.”

Sabrina’s face went serious for a moment, seeing how tense you were. “Well auntie Hilda can make you something maybe to ease you. Or even find out if something is watching you.”

“But why would something be watching me?”

Sabrina laughed to herself. “Y/N. Despite what you may think, you’re a young, beautiful witch. Whose power if flourishing well beyond my own and even that of an experienced witch. And you haven’t even signed your name in the book of the beast. It’s like you are your own source of magic. You should be careful; a lot of people would do anything for power like that.”

You felt a chill going up your back. “I haven’t thought of it like that. Maybe Hilda should do a spell or even make a charm.”

“I think a charm would be perfect. A charm to ease your thoughts and to keep away whatever darkness seems to be sticking to you.”

“Thank you, Sabrina.” You smiled, linking your arm with hers.

“Of course, Y/N.” She said as you both starting walking towards Sabrina’s house. Unbeknownst to either of you, that that shadow you were talking about is in fact very real.

He watches as you both walk away from the shadows of the forest, irritated with himself at how close you are but he can’t just reach out and grab you; taking you into the darkness. He knows though you’d never go with him like that; no. He’d have to wait and win you, until you desired him as much as he did you.

He felt a clench in his chest as you walked further away from his vantage point and he hated how weak he felt and how much he desired you, wanted you; how much he craved you with the very fiber of his being. But for you, he’d wait. He’d wait in the shadows for as long as it takes.

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You were immediately greeted by Hilda as you and Sabrina walked into the house. Zelda sat at the table smoking a cigarette and reading the paper about some gruesome murder that made the headlines that day.

“Hello my darlings.” Hilda said cheerfully as she pounded some dough for whatever culinary confection, she was making that day.

“Hi, Hilda, Zelda.” You said greeting both of them, despite Zelda only grunting as acknowledgement.

“Auntie Hilda. Do you think you could make a charm for Y/N?” Sabrina said immediately cutting to the case as she leaned on her elbows on the counter next to Hilda.

“What for my lovely? Stress? I doubt you need a love charm. You’re much too beautiful to need that.” Hilda said booping your nose.

You couldn’t help the blush that crept up your face as you slightly shook your head at her comment about you being beautiful.

“No. Auntie.” Sabrina said smiling, but her smile soon fell from her face. “Y/N, thinks someone is following her.”

“I was hoping you could find out if someone actually is stalking me or if it’s just all in my head.” You said gaining Hilda’s attention.

“A protection charm? Of course, my lovely, I’ll whip that up as soon as I throw these apple crumbles in the oven and we’ll get straight to work.”

****

An hour later you had a protection charm that was laced with eucalyptus leaves to ease your paranoia and stress. However, when Hilda tried to scry to see if someone was following you, the crystal would just keep spinning never landing on anything. Which indicated to Hilda that everything was hunky dory and that it was just probably stress from school that was making you so paranoid.

When you left Sabrina’s, you felt a sense of ease radiate over you as Hilda’s charm in your pocket worked its magic. However, as soon as you stepped outside of Sabrina’s house after saying goodbye to everyone you felt it again. That feeling that there was a pair of eyes that were constantly glued to you, watching your every move. You clutched the charm in your pocket tighter and began to walk home.

****

The following was Friday night and Sabrina, you and the rest of the gang were headed to a house party. It wasn’t your usual method of spending a Friday night but Sabrina assured you that is was exactly what you needed to help you unwind a bit. So, you took her at her word and you even let her dress you up for the occasion.

And throughout the night you actually thought Sabrina’s plan was working you hadn’t felt the intensity of someone’s gaze on you all night as you danced with your friends, letting yourself get lost and all your worries sliding from your shoulders.

After a while of dancing though the need for water was staggering so you told Sabrina you’d be right back and walked away from the group in search of water. You walked towards the back of the house where the beer and sodas were and tried searching for water.

“Need some help there?” A husky voice asked from the dark corner.

You gave a little jump and clutched your chest. “Oh my God you scared me!” You said smiling a bit at how much of a scaredy cat you were.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he stepped out of the shadows. “The last thing I intended to do was scare you.”

He was beautiful. Staggeringly beautiful, with dark brown locks and piercing green eyes that seemed to glow even from the darkness of the shadows. You felt the air leave your lungs, as you gaped at him before you quickly turned back to your earlier task of looking for water; your cheeks burning.

He looked at you curiously, this would be his one chance with you. To have you alone and completely his for the time being. And as he took you in, this stunning woman who he’s been on the edge of obsession over for months. He can already feel how inside yourself you are, so much so that he can practically reach out and feel the wall that you’ve built to contain back the powerful witch and woman that you are. And God how he wanted to blow that wall to pieces.

“What’s your name?” He asked, trying to get you to look at him again.

“Y/N.” You said to him but still not turning back towards him.

“I’m Luce.” He said holding out his hand for you to shake. Which you thought was a bit odd, but you reached your hand out taking his large one. When your skin touched his you felt a spark between you two, you tried to pull away from sheer instinct but he kept your hand firmly in his, letting the warmth of his hand radiate into your whole body making you feel warm to the touch.

You pulled your hand away and he let you this time. You saw how intense his gaze was and ducked from it, pushing your hair behind your ears. “Luce?” you said smiling shyly.

“God given I’m afraid.” He said with a knowing smirk on his face, that you couldn’t help but feel like there was more to that smirk. But before you could say more, he spoke up again. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” You asked, turning back towards him, but avoided looking into his intense green eyes.

“You have no reason to cower from me Y/N. Nor do you have any reason to be bashful. I find you most intriguing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“I can see it plain as day, the way you hold yourself, speak, avoid eye contact and even how you suppress your magic.” He said and you immediately snapped your head towards him. “Yes, Y/N. I can feel your magic just radiating off of you, but you keep it contained; I can feel that too. You have no reason to be so inside of yourself.” He said taking another step closer to you. “You’re a highly intelligent and stunning young woman. That anyone would grovel on their knees to have you.” He said in a low whisper as he leaned towards you and surprisingly you found yourself leaning slightly towards him as well.

His soft lips brushed against yours sending that same electric shock throughout your body; but only this time it was a thousand times more intense.

You let out a gasp and quickly pulled away from him, even though it killed him inside to let you pull away from him; he did it none the less. He knew he had his hooks into you now, he just had to wait for you to realize it. Which wouldn’t take long.

Suddenly you found yourself drawn to him again, and you took a step towards his large, tall frame and reached up for him. You kissed him gently, reciprocating his kiss in kind; then deepening it. You tangled your fingers in his dark curls feeling how soft they were and his large hands gently wrapped themselves around your waist pulling you closer into his hot body; being careful not to scare you off like a frightened animal. His tongue pressed against your lips, seeking entrance and you parted for him, letting him invade your senses; needing him to tear down every wall you’ve ever built and giving you that freedom from yourself. His grip on your waist grew tighter, as he crushed you against him, feeling that his body was hard as a rock against yours.

When you finally broke away from him to catch your breath. He looked down at you longingly and brushed a piece of hair from your face.

“There she is.” He smirked.

Before you could ask what, he meant though suddenly you heard someone calling your name.

“Y/N?” It was Sabrina. “There you are? Where have you been? You’ve been gone for like the whole party.” She said coming into the room, you felt heat bloom across your cheeks as you were about ready to explain the situation of you being alone with some stranger making out by the soft drinks; but when you turned around Luce was gone.

“Y/N?” Sabrina asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Yeah- I” You said stuttering. “I’m sorry I guess I just lost track of time. The party is over?” You asked, feeling like the floor was about to fall out from underneath you.

“Yeah it’s been over for a bit now. I’ve just come to find you-” She quickly cut herself off. “Are you okay Y/N?” She said walking over to you, and placing her hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah I’m fine. I just- let’s just go home.” You said shaking your head, trying to clear the fog from your mind and trying to decide whether what just happened was actually real or not.

As you walked with Sabrina out of the little back room where you just shared a kiss with a complete you looked back to see if he would magically reappear as fast as he disappeared but he wasn’t there.

******

As you laid there in bed, you thought about the events of the night about Luce and his mysterious disappearance. Was he even real? Or have you finally lost your mind completely. You tossed and turned for what felt like eternity on your bed as your thoughts kept drifting to Luce. Thoughts about how soft his lips were, his large hands and how they felt against your hips; desperately needing them to go lower, and how his body felt against yours like it was meant to be there.

You sat up in bed, it’s obvious that you’re never going to be able to sleep; when your thoughts keep drifting in dangerous directions. You got up from your bed and looked out the window into the night that was brightly lit by the full moon hanging in the sky.

Maybe it was the full moon that was driving you crazy? But as you looked down to the forest edge that surrounded your house, you knew exactly what it was. Luce was standing there, staring up at you, even from here you could feel his eyes begging you to join him in the shadows.

You didn’t know what compelled you but you darted from your bedroom and did just that. You raced down the stairs taking them two at a time before you got to the back door and flung it open. But, stopped in the doorframe, making sure that he was still standing there in the shadows of the forest; he was. You walked towards him, slower than you did coming down the stairs but with the same sure-footedness and determination. You were determined to find some answer from this mysterious character for all you knew he was the reason you felt like you were being stalked.

When you approached him, he had a certain softness in his eyes as he looked down at you, taking you in again. You tried to shake off the warm feeling building inside of you, in order to get some answers.

“Who are you?”

He smiled but it held a hint of sadness and pain in it. He reached his hand up to your face and ran the back of his knuckles softly down your cheek; sending that bolt of electricity through you again, making you shiver. “You know who I am, Y/N. You’ve known from the first moment I spoke to you tonight. Didn’t you?” He said his smile broadening just a hair.

His clever girl. So clever, so beautiful.

You take a step back from his touches and he feels an ache deep in his chest.

Luce. Lucifer. It made sense, your paranoia, that sense of foreboding and that someone was watching you. It was him. But why?

“Why? Why me?” you asked, feeling a sliver of fear creep under your skin, at the idea of what he was capable and if he truly desired you why didn’t he just take you? The devil is not really known for being hesitant when it comes to taking what he wants.

He didn’t miss a beat in answering your question. “Because you’re beautiful. And powerful and the only woman in the universe who has bewitched me so; to the point where I can scarcely breathe without you being near me. Because just your presence alone coaxes the roiling place where my soul should be.” He advanced a step towards you, closing that small space between you once again. “Be with me Y/N. Be mine eternally and the universe shall be yours.” He said before pausing a beat and looking at you with such desperation and longing. “Please.” He whispered as he reached out to take a piece of your loose hair and twirl it softly around his finger.

Seeing that look on his face, you’d never seen that before; let alone ever had somebody feel that way about you. You felt that familiar pain in your chest, and knew what he felt; that loneliness that seems bottomless, but he could be your anchor and you could be his.

You reached out your hands to his chest, your touch surprising him. Your hands ventured up his chest and wrapped around his neck, pulling his lips down to crash onto yours. Your kisses gentle at first then turning needy as you deepened the kiss and tangled your fingers in those dark locks of his; wanting more of him.

He didn’t hesitate, to bend down and wrap his hands around your ass and hoist you up and wrap your legs around his waist. He finally had you and he’ll be damned if he ever lets you go. He would give you everything you desire, whether it be jewels, power, or the universe in the palm of your hand. He would do anything for you, because you bewitched him; he is withthin your thrall as much as you are withthin his.

You clutched tightly to his neck as he carried you towards the house, no worries that you’d be interrupted since no one was home. You placed sweet kisses on his neck and sucked under his jaw earning a growl of pleasure from him.

“Are you sure about this Y/N? Once your mine, I’ll never let you go.”

You placed your finger on his lips shushing him. “Be with me. Tonight, and all the nights to come. I’m tired of being withthin myself so much that I don’t allow love withthin my heart.”

He kissed you again, all of his longing and desire was pressed into that kiss as he kneeled down on the soft carpeted floor of the living room in front of the fireplace, which now had a fire roaring in its hearth. You sat on his knees as he knelt on the ground, cradling you to his chest; before laying you down softly on the carpet.

The fire played with the features of his face, making him look even more breathtaking than he did in the moonlight. You reached up and cupped his face, pulling him back down to you as you kissed you reached up to his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt, removing it swiftly and exposing his hard chest. He did the same to you, tracing his hands down your abdomen and finding the band of your sweat pants and dipping his hand inside, cupping your sex.

You let out a low groan, arching your hips into his touches, needing so much more from him. When suddenly, his finger dipped inside of you, making you gasp.

“So sweet for me Y/N.” He purred in your ear, and watched as you were coming undone under his touches. He took his thumb and rubbed soft circles on your clit making you moan louder. He watched you intently as you threw your head back, relishing his touches reaching for your release and when it came it was like a wave crashing over you.

He ate your moans as your walls clenched around his finger, before pulling out of you and reaching for the band of your sweats again and pulling down, exposing you to him. He drank you in and looked like he was going to eat you alive; which was definitely something he was going to do later, but not now. Now he’d take it slow with you, unless you said otherwise.

“Are you ready for me sweetness?” He asked his intense green eyes, blown wide. You nodded and reached for his pants but he stood up and you watched as he undid his pants and pulled them done his legs and discarded them easily, and kneeling back before you. He kissed up your body, and sucked on your neck lightly before he kissed your lips again. You could feel him line up with your entrance and only a moment passed before he pushed inside of you.

You both let out a low groan that seemed to mix together. He let you get used to him for only a moment before he started to move, his thrusts were slow and sensual as he rolled his hips into you. You gripped onto his back, sinking your nails into his back, and earning a low moan as your reward. He reached between your bodies and found your clit again. He rubbed it in faster circles, making you whimper from the pleasure.

“Luce.” You moaned, “I’m so close.”

“Let go sweetness. I’m here now.” He mumbled into your neck, placing sloppy kisses just under your ear making you shiver and adding to the increasing tsunami that was about to crash over you. He held your gaze as your orgasm ripped through you and he was soon to follow you into that sweet bliss.

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multi-fandoms-of-madness · 2 years ago

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Sneak peak of something I’m working on atm

Let me know if I continue and publish it ?

Caos Lucifer x Reader _____________________

You were kneeled on the ground of the church in front of everyone, your hands tied together.

“You are here before us today accused of killing another witch for her power” Father Blackwood said pointing a finger at you

“Please” you begged,

“I didn’t do that, I was just taught by other witches on my travels ” you cried out

“Lies!” He yelled accusingly and slapped you across the face.

You cried out in pain

“You are here by sentence to death!” Blackwood said very dramatically

Right as he went to kill you the doors of the church burst open and there stood Lucifer with a look of upmost rage on his face.

Gasps we’re heard throughout the room and murmurs of praises to the dark lord.

“D-dark lord” Father Blackwood stuttered as Lucifer walked down the isle towards Blackwood and you.

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themaladpativedaydreamer · 3 years ago

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Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Masterlist:

Ambrose Spellman:

Nicholas Scratch:

- First Time

Harvey Kinkle:

Tommy Kinkle:

Caliban:

Theo Putnam:

Lucifer Morningstar

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thegirlwhomoanedwolf · 4 years ago

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Lust spell

Dark lord x reader

virgin reader does a sex spell after giving up on waiting for the dark lord... guess who shows up ;)

Warnings: 18+, hair pulling

(Y/n) sighed tapping a pen against her soft lips. She laid on her stomach books spread all around her large bed. Reading the page of the demonomicon again she tried to deeper understand its meaning. She wanted to know everything she could about magic and most importantly the dark lord. She was at the top of her class before she graduated from the academy of unseen arts and truly lived to make the dark lord proud. Realizing she wouldn’t learn anything else so exhausted from hours of reading and writing any new findings she moved from her bed grabbing her books placing them back on one of the many bookshelves in her candlelit room.

Deciding to get ready for bed she moved into her eclectic bathroom and began to fill the enormous claw foot tub with steaming hot water. She looked over to the cabinet of oils and dried herbs an idea coming to her mind. (Y/n) was beautiful and had the attention of everyone at the academy when she attended but none of them ever caught her eye. This didn’t mean she didn’t have desires like everyone else but she was saving herself for the dark lord. She knew it was unrealistic but if she had enough faith maybe he would listen. It had been years of thinking this way and pleasuring herself trying to keep the will power to wait for him. Her need was becoming too much. She needed real release.

Walking over to the wooden cabinet and grabbing handfuls of dried roses, baby’s breath and lavender she sprinkled them into the tub beginning to set her intention for the spell. Stripping her clothes she grabbed the most important part of the spell. The ornate glass bottle felt warm in her hand as she poured the oil over her chest. The feeling sent tingles through her body. The lust oil made her desire stronger than usual which would be necessary if she wanted the spell to work. After rubbing the oil all over (y/n) stepped into the tub fully submerging her glistening body.

After performing the spell she lay in the tub and prayed to the dark lord. (Y/n) continued to soak in the tub when a loud knock on her front door startled her. There was no way the spell worked that quickly she thought as she stepped out of the tub and threw on a black silk robe. Curious as to who was knocking on her door so late she opened it. Her heart nearly stopped at the sight that greeted her. The most gorgeous man she had ever seen towered above her practically nude. All he had was a small cloth tied around his waist and she realized he was covered in dirt. Maybe her spell had come true so soon.

“ Hello miss I hope I didn’t startle you, your house is the first one I’ve come across and I’m not sure how I got here,” the man spoke in a voice that was innocent yet pure sex. This was definitely the spell alright.

“Please come in,” (y/n) said as she stepped out of the doorway quickly. Lucifer came inside hiding his smile at how easy it was for him to lie to her and how for all her prayers and devotion she couldn’t tell it was him. Trying to be kind to the man (y/n) asked “ are you hungry?”

“ very,” Lucifer said as he looked over (y/n)s body the the meaning changed by the way he said it. “ I’m filthy though and would like to clean up first if possible?” He asked pretending to be a gentleman.

“ of course, I was actually just taking a bath and it’s still hot if you wouldn’t mind that.”

“ I can tell,” he said looking her over. Her skin was glowing from the oil on her body that was only covered by a small bath robe and he couldn’t wait to see what was underneath. “ a bath would be wonderful.” He followed her into the candlelit bathroom watching as she bent over to add more hot water.

“ I’ll leave this running so you can turn it off when it’s hot enough.” (Y/n) pressed her thighs together trying to stop the ache this beautiful man was creating.

She began to walk out of the bathroom looking back to shut the door behind her stopping in her tracks as the toned man removed the small piece of cloth his muscular ass fully on display. Paralyzed by his beauty she couldn’t look away. He turned slowly to step into the bath his large member now in view. ‘oh my satan,’ she thought biting her lip disappointed when he sunk down into the tub. Lucifer smirked hearing her prayer and looked over to her. “ Would you mind helping me with my back ?”

“I don’t mind ,”she responded breathily and grabbed a cloth walking over to the tub. Getting on her knees to be at the same level Lucifer thought of what he really wanted her to do on her knees and could feel himself begin to grow. “ (Y/n) dipped the cloth into the water then onto Lucifers back watching as the dirt wiped away easily. Sitting behind him she so badly wanted to run her fingers through his curly hair and decided to wash it as an excuse. Ringing the cloth in his hair she then added soap and began to lather it. As she massaged his scalp he let out a moan.

“ That feels incredible,” he moaned again causing butterflies in her stomach. (Y/n) continued wanting to please him in more ways than one. She grabbed the cloth again ready to rinse his hair but he slid under the water giving her a full view of his nakedness. ‘ oh my fucking satan’ she thought his member now fully erect and even bigger than she had seen before. Explicit images formed in her mind as he sat back up and turned to her, “ would you like to join me?”

( y/n)s heart beat in her chest knowing what was to come. He motioned to the tub and she slowly stood silently accepting his offer. She was ready to completely give herself to him. Standing at the edge of the tub she looked down at him biting her lip. He moved to the edge his fingers on the silk bow of her robe pulling and slowly undoing it. ( y/n) let the robe fall off of her and saw the desire in his eyes. Lucifer ran a finger over her nipple enjoying the small tremble it caused her. He held out his strong hand helping her step into the tub her back toward him. She sat turned away from him leaving enough distance so that they weren’t yet touching.

Lucifer moved his arms around her pulling her back against his chest. (Y/n) gasped now feeling his large member against her back. “ relax,” he whispered softly and she let the tension leave her body. Lucifer moved his hands to her thighs rubbing them and began to move even higher up. He moved his mouth to her neck kissing below her ear. “ so beautiful.” His hand traveled to her clit keeping still as she moaned softly at the sensation. “ no one has touched you here before me.” He stated.

“ no,” (y/n) replied thinking it was a question.

“ I will give you pleasure no other could,” He whispered as he began to rub her clit.

“ oh yes,” (y/n) softly moaned, his fingers doing magic against her most intimate spot. Lucifer kissed her neck and shoulder loving the reactions he was pulling from her body. He could feel her tensing slightly and knew the pleasure was going to overtake her soon. He moved his other hand to her opening teasing her folds with a finger.

“ I wish to be inside you so badly,” he slowly thrust a finger inside his eyes rolling at her tightness. He worked her with his finger the other hand circling her clit. (Y/n)s walls were starting to flutter around his finger so close to letting go. “I wish to feel you shake around my cock giving in to the pleasure.” She began to shake almost there, “ give in (y/n) .” With that her orgasm ripped through her. A shriek left her lips and Lucifer smiled excited to see how she would react to his member.

( y/n) lay back against Lucifers chest breathing heavily coming down from her orgasm. The cloudiness from her mind disappearing a realization hit her and she tensed nervous this time. “ how did you know my name ?”

“ I know all my children’s names (y/n).” He turned her face to look up at him the shock was evident on her face. “ You are very special though, I wouldn’t just leave hell for anyone. How sweet you were planning to wait for me.”

She looked up at his beautiful face still in shock, “ dark lord I’m so sorry... I .”

“ Do not apologize,” he said sternly interrupting her. Lucifer looked deep into her (y/e/c) eyes filled with worry, “ show me you still have faith,” he said sweetly and seductively. Just like that the worry of upsetting him was gone and (y/n) knew how to prove her loyalty. Adjusting herself quickly in the tub she pressed her lips to his her hand wrapping in his hair for balance. Lucifer wrapped his strong arms around her possessively pulling her as close to him as possible while exploring her soft mouth. Now that she was seated above him he leaned forward and wrapped her legs around his waist holding her tightly as he lifted them from the water. He continued to kiss her as he carried them out of the tub and into the hallway. She squirmed in his arms desperate for more bringing out the beast in him. Moving to her bedroom quickly he kicked the door open and laid her down on her overly cushioned bed hovering above her.

“ please dark lord,” she whimpered as he moved to kiss her neck and chest. Years of waiting and she was so close yet so far. Reaching down between them she wrapped her small hand around him causing him to pin her hands to the bed quickly. (Y/n) looked up at him her chest heaving as she watched his gaze travel over her body. Her need for him was overwhelming, “ I need you so bad it hurts.”

With that he let go of her hands and they wrapped around his back as he leaned down and kissed her gently. He grabbed his large member in his hand lining it up with her glistening opening. (Y/n) gasped at the feel of his skin against hers as he ran his tip up and down her folds teasing her. ‘ oh dark lord please I can’t take it anymore I need you’ she prayed knowing he would hear. He pulled his lips away from hers and she looked at his angelic face as he softly spoke “ I will show you mercy.” He sunk into her forcefully causing her to cry out his large member stretching her more than she thought she could handle.

Lucifers fingers found her clit caressing it roughly as he thrusted again slowly this time filling her completely. The added sensation on her clit made her eyes roll in her head. The pleasure was too much but she didn’t want it to stop.

“ yes dark lord!” She exclaimed encouraging him even more. “ you feel amazing.”

Her words stroked his ego as her pussy stroked his cock. “ you are hell on earth (y/n),” he grunted as she tightened around him even more. He thrusted slow and hard reveling in her. He looked down at where they were connected and watched as her folds gripped him tightly bringing him close to release. Lucifer began to rub her faster his thrusts picking up pace along with her moans. (Y/n)s legs began to tremble and he looked down at her in awe of her beauty. “Cum for me little witch.”

An earth shattering orgasm overtook her body and soul. She never wanted it to end and it seemed like it wasn’t going to. Lucifer groaned as her walls began to milk him and he thrusted into her prolonging both of their orgasms even further.

He laid on top of her still enveloped by her and kissed her cheek sweetly. “ That alone was worth being kicked out of heaven”

(y/n) blushed not expecting his kindness and worriedly asked, “ will you be going back to hell now?”

“ of course I’m the king,” he said arrogantly. Caressing her bottom lip and kissing her Lucifer pulled away and added “ would you like to be a queen (y/n)?”

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ariana-maryse · 4 years ago

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Lucifer Morningstar Relationship Headcanons

(For anon)

He loves to show you off whenever he can. Whether that’s by showcasing something you’ve done or a facet of your outfit he’d gotten for you; anything to draw attention to you.

He’s very dominant in every aspect of your relationship. If you are as well, you can expect to bump heads; figuratively or literally.

He’d definitely bring that Labyrinth style dynamic: “fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave.” If you were going to Circuit print anything from media that represented him, it’d be that.

His grasp on time is understandably skewed, so if you two hadn’t seen each other for a while, he may not think of it and would tease you about how often you “needed” to be around him.

Lucifer is always ready to use his powers and array of minions to help you (as long as it’s of some interest to him, too) so you’d have to let him know if you’re cool with that or not.

Speaking of, boundaries aren’t something he’s used to. So you’d need to be clear about what you’re okay with in general because he's definitely going to assume everything is fair game.

He’s 100% ready to wear matching digs. He prefers things that are similar with slight variants to most accentuate your individual features, but every now and then he’s good with wearing the exact same outfit as you.

He does The Most as much as possible. If you mention that you’re hungry, he’s going to order an entre Hell Feast for you.

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the-neverletmegoxo · 4 years ago

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The Fae and the Prince

Author: Sooo.. I’ve been reading all these Caliban stories after finishing CAOS (I know.. took me long enough) and I was inspired, mainly because there are not enough!! It’s been awhile since I wrote something, so please don’t hate! Enjoy!

Summary: Reader is BFF’s with Sabrina and her gang. She must help Sabrina claim the throne in Pandemonium, but along the way she meets Caliban, Prince of Hell.. She learns some things about herself along the way..

Part 1:

The air had just turned crisp. Fall was arriving. A sharp wind made your skirt flutter. You were on your way to Sabrina’s to talk about your next move and to hear about her and the gang’s trip to Pandemonium. Before you could knock on the Spellman’s Mortuary door, Sabrina had already flung it open. Her eyes were wide and she was panting as if she had just run 10 miles.

“What’s wrong ‘Brina?! Is everything alright?” you exclaimed.

She grabbed the collar of your pinafore dress and pulled you inside. “Caliban. Regalia. Contest. Not safe”, she gasped between breaths.

“What are you talking about? Who the hell is Caliban?” you said.

She sat down in one of the plush chairs in the parlor and explained what happened while the four of them were in hell.

“When we got to Pandemonium, someone spoke up and challenged my claim to the throne. It turns out it was the babe—evil babe, we saw on the beach when we got there.”

My eyes were glued on her the entire time, “What the hell.. I mean can he do that?”

“I guess.. I mean the Kings of Hell okayed it.. Now I have to find this goddamn crown, a bloody bowl, and Judas’ 30 pieces of silver for crying aloud. I have no idea where I’m going to start.. I mean maybe the academy has some books on it, but you would think someone would have gone through them already and found something.”

You sat there just as puzzled as she did, but you could not help but get lost in your own thoughts. You couldn’t dare tell Sabrina this, but what she was telling you was almost the exact same bedtime story your mother, Freya, used to tell you when you were growing up. ‘A queen challenged in her court, destined to set out on a quest to find three objects desired by everyone in her court. If she failed the throne would fall to the unrelated prince from another part of the kingdom.’

“Y/N? You good?” Sabrina said.

“Yeah, gosh sorry, just been a long day. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. I was asking you if you could stay and help me figure out a plan for how to find the first object?”

“Yes, of course! Hey didn’t you say that Pandemonium had a library with literally everything there is to know about this kind of stuff?”

“Oh my Lucifer you’re a genius!”

Sabrina and you made a plan to teleport to Hell’s Court at midnight. You ran home to change your shoes into more practical boots.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

“Hey mom! I’m going to spend the night at Sabrina’s tonight, is that ok?”

Freya had a quizzical look on her face. “Y/N, that’s fine, but before you go can we talk about something? It’s serious.”

“Yeah, sure what’s up?” Your mom grabbed your hand and sat with you on the couch. “It’s about our family tree. Mainly you and your father and I. I need to share something with you that may be upsetting, but it’s something you need to know.”

“Mom. What’s going on?”

“Ok, I’ll give you the short version. You know the story of Lucifer, the angel that fell from the Heavens?” “Yes..” This was too weird.. You were about to teleport to Hell, why was she bringing this up now.

“Well this may be hard to believe, but it’s real. All of it. Your father is Lucifer’s brother. He is a “Watcher” a type of Angel in Heaven and a long, long time ago, your father, Arakiel, came down to Earth to check up on Lucifer and instead he met me.”

“Is?” I said staring and my hands.

“Huh?” she asked.

“You said is an angel. You mean he’s still “alive”?”

“That’s what you got from all of that?”

“Mom! You said he left when I was a baby and that he died a long time ago.” you snapped at her.

“Sorry.. Well I did that to protect you.. He did leave, but has always been here. He visits you every eve of your birthday and blesses you for the year.”

“Oh my…” you trailed off tears in your eyes. “Mom, how are you just now telling me this?”

“Well, something has changed.. Something has disrupted humanity. Your father has to stop it and you’re the only one who can help him.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, that’s the other part of the story I need to tell you. You see when you’re father and I met.. Over a thousand years ago..”

“I’m sorry what?”

“You see Y/N; I’m a Tree Nymph, a dryad technically, that’s how I met your father. Long story short, he was performing a geomancy in the forest that I inhabited and he and I fell in love. Shortly thereafter you were born... This makes you half angel, half fae.”

You were frozen. This could not be happening. Sabrina was the witch, Roz had the cunning, Theo could see souls, and you and Harvey were the mortal ones of the group.

“I have to go.”

“Darling no! Please let’s talk about this, your father will be here soon! We don’t have much time.”

“I have to help Sabrina right now, with something that’s equally important.. this can wait.” With that you slammed the door behind you.

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littlemessyjessi · 4 years ago

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Lucifer Morningstar (CAOS) Name Headcanons

Lucifer Morningstar (CAOS Edition) Name Headcanons Lucifer Morningstar x Reader: PS Reader, Plus Size Reader

L: Loathes

He loathes it when you have attitude with him. Though he's used to being hated by the masses he can not stand when you're angry with him. He absolutely loathes it.

U: Undying

He has an undying love for you. To the point of being suffocating at times. He doesn't mean to be that way but he's never felt love like he has for you.

C: Clingy

More to this point...he is super clingy. If you're in the room together- and you usually are- he's like right there. Constant contact.

I: Inferno

Ya boy is passionate as hell. No pun intended but fuck it we're talking about the King of Hell so pun intended. Things are very fiery between the two of you most of the time but when the time calls for it....holy hell.

F: Flaws

While you may hate your flaws...he actually adores them. Being the way that he is - he doesn't expect perfection and revels in the little oddities about you.

E: Extra

His flamboyance is no secret and so it should come as no surprise that his displays of affection are every bit of a peacock displaying his feathers.

M: Moody

He can be such a pouty puss when he doesn't get his way. Especially when it comes to you.

O: Onions

Lol, so it's common knowledge that he hates them. Well, on occassion if he really pisses you off.... you just hang a wreath of them on the bedroom door. He is SO offended. However, it does do the trick and he knows he's really fucked up. So he works hard to fix it.

R: Right Now

He is a patient man. He can wait for what he wants. To a point. When he saw you he wanted you and he wanted you right then.

N: Need

And when he got you- oh good lord. He is quite possibly the neediest person you'd ever met. However, you wouldn't take it any other way. You adore him.

I: In Satan's Name

You grew up a certain way and one night you were saying grace over your food. You ended with "In Jesus Name" and it was dead silent. No one could believe you'd said it. However, he just reached over and patted your thigh. "In Satan's name, love." he said with a chuckle. To date, one of your most embarassing moments.

N: Name

He wants you to take his name. The sooner the better. "Darling, why not? Mrs. Morningstar, Queen of Hell. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?"

G: Goddess

In his eyes, you are a goddess before him. Nothing compares to the beauty of you.

S: Surprises

He is the father of lies but he actually doesn't lie to you. However, he is an excellent deceiver and can pull off surprises like no one.

T: Treatment

He treats you like the Queen you are. Anything else would be unacceptable to him on an unholy level.

A: Anchor

When he loses it and flies off the handle, you anchor him. You can bring him back to center and see reason faster than anyone else.

R: Royalty

For this reason, you will always be royalty in his eyes.

Hello, darlings! I hope you enjoyed these little name headcanons for The Dark Lord!

Love, Kenny

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Love, Kenny

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darling-i-read-it · 4 years ago

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Halloween Drabbles Day 24:

Lucifer x reader

Prompt: ‘I know where all the best candy is’

Halloween with Lucifer was something you never figured you would do.

And yet.

You leaned against the side of the throne, your dress flowing gracefully down your body. It fit well and it was supposed to, Lucifer had tailored it that way. Halloween was upon you and despite being in hell you weren’t quite in the spirit. You had been here a year, ruling beside him as best you could. You weren’t half bad either.

But still, you missed Halloween.

“We could trick-or-treat down here, if it makes you feel better,” he muttered annoyed. You shook your head.

“I’m not going to allow you to pity me,” you stated simply. Your shoes moved around a bit as you fixed them so that they were falling a bit off and then slipped them back on.

“I’m not pitying you.”

“Yes you are. You’re going to make the demons dress up at people and then I’ll get bad candy from them,” you told him stiffly.

“I know where the best candy is,” he promised. You shook your head and moved away from the throne.

“I’m not trick or treating in hell,” you told him. “Why can’t we just go visit upstairs?”

“Because you’re the Queen of hell. You would break the very ground you walked on,” he said pompously.

“Oh Lucifer,” you muttered. “The answer is still no dear.”

“Fine. Then go annoy the humans.”

“You know what? I will.”

“I know you will.”

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issamhysa · 4 years ago

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Lucifer Morningstar getting a puppy would include...

A/N: To the anon that requested this, I love you.

Lucifer is not only King of Hell

He’s also a husband and a father

So the last thing he needs is another responsibility

But when Abigail comes home one day, begging her father for a puppy

How can he refuse?

You and Abigail decide on adopting a little Beagle called Sif

She’s an energetic little thing, so you and Abigail immediately fall in love with her

Lucifer, on the other hand, does not

For days on end, he curses the day you and Abigail decided to bring this little furball into his home

He glares at it every time he finds it sitting on his spot on the couch

He tries to shoo it with his hand, or make a sound to scare it, but she just stares up at him with those big eyes

Lucifer suddenly regrets agreeing to that no-magic rule the two of you established when Abigail first arrived

Sif just sits on her new spot, tail wagging a mile an hour as she stares up at the fuming King before her

Huffing in resignation and cursing under his breath, he sits on the other side of the couch, putting as much distance between him and the puppy as he can

Of course, Sif moves from her spot and moves towards Lucifer, plopping her little head down against his thigh

The King of Hell groans, and just like that, gives up

He ignores her as well as he can

As far as he’s concerned, little Sif doesn’t exist

However, he’s unable to ignore the little thing when she’s taking up all of your attention

Hey, kings of Hell need attention too!

But no, all your attention is on a little mutt you’ve known for two days

Abigail is the same way, there isn’t a second she’s not spending with her new pet

It drives Lucifer crazy

He abhors her

One day, you and Abigail leave the house to deliver baked goods

Which leaves Lucifer home alone

The dark lord is in pure bliss as he lounges on the couch, unbothered, a glass of wine in hand and a nice fire going in the fireplace

All is well, until he hears a little squeak

Lucifer refuses to open his eyes to look at Sif

Until the toy squeaks again

And again, and again

So he shoots up in his seat and looks at the puppy, who’s holding a squeaky toy between her jaws and wagging her tail

Carefully, she deposits the toy by Lucifer’s feet and sits back

Reluctantly, Lucifer curses and picks up the toy, tossing it across the room

He chuckles as the creature darts after it, and sits back on the couch

“Stupid little thing.”

Within seconds, Sif is back in front of him, dropping the toy by his feet newly

Luci sits up and stares at the dog

Sif, of course, stares back, unwavering

Not like she knows what she's doing

She's just a puppy, after all

Nevertheless, Lucifer hums and allows a small smile to cross his face

"I guess you are somewhat adorable."

When you and Abigail get home, you're both surprised to see Lucifer asleep on the couch with Sif curled up next to him

It's a change, but a completely welcome one

From then on, Lucifer and Sif are suddenly the best of friends

Lucifer allows Sif to sleep on the bed with the two of you

He bathes her, feeds her and plays with her on a daily basis

He also speaks to her

But not in a normal voice

You know that voice people use to talk to babies or small animals?

THAT voice

You and Abigail share a look every time he uses it

However, if he knows you two are staring, he'll stop and send you both a glare chilling enough to make you want to walk into the ocean to escape his wrath

Not that it affects either of you, though

You both know you're his girls

Plus, he hasn't forgotten just how much power you have over him

He knows what's good for him, so he'll just mutter something under his breath, pick Sif up and disappear into another room

Sif actually helps Lucifer relax, in a way

He finds petting her and talking to her therapeutic

And with all his responsibilities, he could use a little tiny creature like Sif to make him smile

Abigail wanted the puppy, but in the end, it seems Lucifer was the one that needed her the most

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valyrian-ruins · 5 years ago

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Hell of a Ride. Part 2.

Disclaimer : Hi guys ! Here’s the part 2 of Hell of a Ride ! If this please you, I’ll make the part 3 with more Lucifer x reader. Sorry for the mistakes. Enjoy !

xoxo, Allegra

Summary : Y/N and the others have reached Hell and are now at the begining of their périple to find Zeus, Hades and Poseidon weapons kept in différents vault conceived by Hephaiustus in Hell.

« …there was a big fault in the ground where the mares rushed at a gallop. »

Suddenly, after the soft light of a foggy day, they were in a dark fog. Like a cloak, it was all around them and none of them knew where the others were precisely. It was disorienting, like if you could see through it but also like you were completely in the dark. The mares stayed still for some minutes before start pawing the ground of impatience and Nick’s voice broke the silence.

"She doesn’t like this place ... Right?” He doesn’t sound really confident about the place where you were and you couldn’t blame him.

"It's not really the place the problem ... It's what's living here. We’re in Erebus, the first step for the dead. Cerberus should be lurking in the dark and the Erynies too. So keep your voices low, the less heard we are, the better. Come on, we’ve got a long road a head.” You were not really calm yourself, listening to the smallest sound when you start walking. The last time you were in this place was so long ago and you didn’t really want remember it.

"How do you know in which direction we are going?" Lucifer. You hoped that during the ride he’d lost his voice but apparently not. He remembered you Zeus, all in self-confidence and oversized ego under a delicious appearance.

"I'm listening to the sound of the water.” You could feel his impatience radiating, even if he was behind you.

"Water ?” Sabrina and Mrs. Wardwell's voices came in unison, uncertain about what you were talking about. They didn’t hear anything nor see anything but you seemed like you know exactly where your where going.

Suddenly, you felt a strong hand grabbing your shoulder and pulling you backwards. The hand which grabbed you shoulder took your neck, pressing strongly. "You’re a little liar! I'm pretty sure you try to loose us, and you're gonna disappear, leaving us in this place!” Lucifer voice started booming and Sabrina came fast, trying to make him loose his grip.

"Lucifer! Let her go!” She was trying to keep his voice low but the fallen angel was determinate to make you say the truth he wanted. Keeping your eyes in his, you answerd him, your voice strangled.

"You’re gonna revealed us, you stupid goat! There’s a river down the road, the Acheron! We need to get there and find the ferryman! Only the dead can hear the river!”

He released you suddenly, seeming satisfied with your answer. Rubbing your neck, you shot him a dirty look before sums up your walk, passing Lilith and Sabrina.

"I don’t know how this man makes you fall in love with him, that’s too much for me.”A dark laugh makes you stop dead in your tracks.

"Say the one who fell in love with Lycaon ... Oh, look who’s back to say hello ... Come sisters, come welcome the ancient queen of Arcadia.” Suddenly, you were surrounded by hideous women with blood-shot eyes, bat wings and snakes for hairs.

"Who are you?” Came the bold voice of Sabrina, making you roll your eyes… That child didn’t really know the concept of survival instinct, did she? Alecto was the first laughing, approching the young girl.

"Oh Y / N… Did you not talk about us? We thought we were friends after you came asking for revenge against your husband… ” Your companions looked at you but you kept your eyes on the Furies around you. They were not bad monsters neither bad deities but they were Cronus’s sisters and they knew that you were here for something.

"Alecto, Tisiphone, Megearea ... So pleased to see you again. We’re not gonna disturb you anymore, come on, let’s go. "Trying to continue your path, you've been stopped by Tisiphone.

"We're not here to stop your quest; Cronus leave us rotting in this place instead of taking us with him and we will be delighted to take our revenge on him but beware, Hells have changed since your last passage Y / N and you'll find no help there. Be careful and for all of you, pagans, do not be fooled by the one who wish you well here. "

Suddenly, the tree of them disappered in the dark, leaving a path of strange flowers, a ghostly glow emanating from them and leading the way. Everybody was silent after the mysterious sentence of Tisiphone. After some time in the complete silence, you finally arrived on the bank of the Acheron but Charon was nowhere to be seen.

"Fabulous, there’s no boat here and I will not swim across… This. » Lilith and her delicate and aristocratic voice. Searching in one of your pocket, you reveal five Drachma.

"Don’t worry, your Majesty, you will not be forced to do so ..." You suddenly launched the drachma in the direction of the Acheron, causing three small ricochets from the room which broke the dead silence of the river.

"For this ferryman thief. "

Part 3 ? Taglist : @poemfreak306

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jadegrey711 · 5 years ago

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A Day Away

Dark Lord x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’ve got another wonderful prompt from @topstory21 for a Caos Dark Lord x Reader pairing and they are totally right when there is not a lot of Dark Lord x reader pairings on here, but I plan on fixing that! I really loved the idea of making the reader just a ruthless queen and just fearing nothing in his realm, and especially not him. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it!

If you like my stories you can check out my sideblog @jadegreywriting to see all of them and my masterlist without filtering through my main blog.

*NOT MY GIF*

Word Count: 1920

Prompt: From @topstory21 Hey Love your Caos Dark Lord x reader story! Honestly I’m surprised there isn’t more stories with him🤔 Anyway could you maybe do a Caos Dark Lord story with the reader is the Queen of Hell and she and Lucifer get into a fight so she goes up top to earth and she goes to the schools garden where Sabrina finds her and tries to convince her to return back to hell (because we all know he’d sent ever demon and witch out to find her, possibly destroying the earth to retrieve her)

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You walked down the halls, your dark gown flowing behind you; a condition your husband had demanded when you joined him forever in the eternal shadows. The condition being that he would be able to shower you with gowns of silk, jewels, and everything you’ve ever desired. You don’t remember much about the life you had before him, before you accepted his hand, and left the only life you’ve ever known to be Queen of shadows. Just as fearsome and merciless as him, when dealing out the eternal punishments of sinners who pass your gates. You’ve become more powerful than you ever thought someone could be; you became an entity like him, unchanging and immovable, not even your husband could force you into something you didn’t want to do.

You traced your hands against the walls as you walked down the corridors towards the throne room, you could feel the heat of the hellfire, seeping through the walls to your fingertips; the feel of eternal suffering always at your fingertips. As you drew neared to the throne room you started to hear voices, and someone was very angry.

“How is it that these witches are always able to evade me!” He shouted.

You stopped at the entrance of the throne room to listen as the demon bowing before him, sitting on the throne made from the bones of sinners, yours sitting right next to his.

“I-” The demon stuttered.

“Speak!” He shouted.” Tell me how is it that the witches, have foiled my plans once again!”

“It is believed my lord.” The demon said staring at the floor, knowing well enough not to look his lord and master in the eyes on a regular day let alone when he’s like this.

“We have intel that they were able to foil your plans” he paused. “With the Queen’s help.”

You decided in that moment to walk in, your head held high, as you smiled at your husband.

He said nothing as he quirked an eyebrow at you. You kept your sly smile as you held out your hand.

“Husband.”

He grabbed your hand and placed a small kiss on your knuckles. “Wife.” Was the only thing he said as you pulled your hand away from his and made to sit on the throne next to his. But before you could he asked you something.

“Do you know anything about this my queen?”

“About what, my king?” You asked playing innocent, but he knew you, and knew that no matter how much power you had; nor the amount of souls you damned to eternal punishment. You still had some ounce of humanity and the fact was that you didn’t want your husband walking upon the earth again. So, you’d do everything in your power to stop that from happening, and when a certain young witch called upon a higher power to stop him the first time, you answered. Thus, your mutually beneficial relationship with the Spellmans was born, they didn’t want hell upon earth and neither did you.

“Y/N. I know about your little truce with the Spellmans and I know that you dispatch the demons I send above ground.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh really? Is that what this; urchin, has been telling you?” You said turning your gaze towards the demon, making him immediately flinch as he laid himself fully on the floor to avoid your wrath. “That I’m a traitor.” You said before getting up from your throne and standing in between his legs and staring him in the face. “Besides, even if I am.” You said cradling his chin in your hand. “It’s only because you made me a promise eons ago. That you’d never ascend to earth, and if you did, I’d leave you. That was a part of our deal, you’d leave earth to its own demise. You wouldn’t be breaking that promise to me, would you? Husband.”

Your grip on his chin tightened as you waited for his answer.

“Y/N.” He breathed, watching you intently. “I’m not-” You cut him off, ripping your hand away from his chin.

“Enough of your lies husband! I’ve told you before, one wrong move and I’d leave. That was our deal. Now I’m fulfilling my end of the bargain. Don’t bother looking for me darling.” You said as you descended the steps of the dais and began walking off. He was quick to follow you, reaching out to grab your wrist.

“Y/N.” he pleaded at first, but you ripped your hand away and continued walking, not looking back. “There’s no place you’ll be able to hide Y/N, that I won’t be able to find you! I’ll tear apart your precious earth to find you. Know that!” he shouted venomously at your back, but nothing he said could stop you.

*****

True to your word, you started your ascent up the winding staircase, made out of the same hard, cold rock that lined the walls. Each step, you felt yourself forcing yourself to climb higher, and keep your chin raised.

He broke his promise, multiple times so it was only fair that you kept yours. He was the King of Lies after all, but that didn’t mean you had to be the Queen of Lies.

Suddenly, though you were there, at the mouth of a cave, the cave being the entrance to the Greendale mines, you stepped out hesitantly into the moonlight. You looked up to the sky and saw the full moon hanging in the dark sky for the first time in… well you couldn’t remember. You raised your face to the sky, letting the moonlight bathe against your skin, drinking in every moment of the moonlight and the sound of the creatures that lived their lives in the dark; much like you. You laid down in a patch of soft grass, which contrasted heavily with your obsidian gown that sparkled like a black diamond.

You laid there and felt the life thrum under your fingertips, so different from the constant hellfire and eternal suffering under your feet.

Suddenly, though you heard the sounds of twigs crunching; someone was coming. You sat up, and waited for your unexpected visitor, thinking it was husband, having already found you and is coming to take you home.

But, as you saw your visitor coming over the hill, you found that that wasn’t the case. It was Sabrina Spellman.

You relaxed a bit, and laid back down onto the grass. “Hello Sabrina.” You said casually, making her jump.

“Y/N.” She said softly. “What are you doing here?”

“I left him.” You said simply, but inside you felt you stomach twist in a harsh knot.

“What?” she said urgently. “How?”

“I just walked out, Sabrina. It wasn’t hard.”

“Do you think that was the right thing to do? I mean he doesn’t strike me as the type of being to just let something of his walk out.”

“I’m my own being Sabrina.” You growled.

“Of course!” she said trying to back track herself. “I just mean you’re the Queen of Hell. Do you think he’s going to just let you leave? Wouldn’t he send someone to come get you.”

You sat up again and looked at her, your anger rising to the surface. “If he wants me to come home after what he pulled. He better come get me himself, and get on his knees to apologize.”

“Wow. What did he do?”

“He broke his promise. He broke his promise every time he tried to come to earth to cause trouble. I made him promise that he would never try again and he broke that promise. And apparently, I’m a traitor for helping you, defeat each one of his minions.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, hesitantly sitting next to you on the grass.

“Don’t be. He made his bed and now he’ll lie in it.”

You both laid there in the silence before you heard another snap of a twig. You snapped up, and saw a demon, not a particular one just an envoy.

“Y/N.” Sabrina said, her voice shaking. “I think he’s here for you.”

“Yeah? Well I know you’re not supposed to kill the messenger, but I think it’ll send a specific message of what I want.” You said and as the demon, approached you snapped your fingers watching as he exploded into a pile of ash.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Sabrina said taken aback.

“Let’s see if he gets the message before he runs out of demons in hell.” You said, laying back down.

He had sent three more demons to get you throughout the night, each one stronger than the last, but all of them lasted just as long as the next. Each one being dispatched by you by just the snap of your fingers.

By the time the sun began to rise over the horizon, letting early morning light flood over the grassy knoll, no other demons had come for you. You thought he’d finally given up on you and you could start thinking about your new life above ground.

“Y/N.”

You snapped up again and there he was coming out of the morning fog, he looked like the handsome dark prince that you first fell in love with all those years ago.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, standing up and watched as he walked closer to you.

“I’m here to bring you home.”

“You think I’ll just take your hand again and come with you willingly like the innocent maiden I used to be? You lied to me. Me out of everyone in your court of lies you lied to me. I should be given some respect as your Queen, and you shouldn’t ever lie to me. Do you understand me?”

“I understand.” He said and for the first time in a very long time, he surprised you. He knelt down in front you. “I’m sorry my love, my Queen. I promise with everything that I am, that I will never lie to you again. You are my Queen but also my life, you’ve only been gone for a few hours but it feels like years, not having you always close to me; to my heart. I need you, in every possible way.” He paused, keeping his intense gaze on yours. “Please come home with me.”

You wanted him to suffer, to beg and plead for you forgiveness for your mercy; just like the sinners that you damn to the eternal hellfire, plead for mercy every time. But, seeing him here on his knees before you, begging for you to come back even after only a few hours; you knew that he was suffering.

You reached out to his face and cupped his chin again, softly this time and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Alright, let’s go home.”

He gave you the most genuine smile and wrapped his arms around you bringing you close to him so he could deepen the kiss and stand up from his knees.

You let him and wrapped your arms around his neck threading your fingers through his dark curls, already feeling like you were home.

“I love you.” He said through the kiss. “Always. Always.” he said as he peppered your face with kisses and twirled you around, making you giggle with delight, before he placed you on your feet and gave you another chaste kiss on your mouth. “Always.”

“Well that was some apology.” You smiled, and kissed him again before pulling away. “I love you.”

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stay // part 2 // nicholas scratch

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darkness. hatred. scathing agony.

the pain endured by housing the definition of evil is unlike any other.

and all he could do was watch.

watch as the love of his life was made unrecognizable in his eyes and in those she loved.

watch as the dark lord that he was meant to worship, mentally tore his love limb from limb until she was unable to fight.

watch as the strongest person he knew succumbed to the pressure of the devil himself.

you couldn’t gain control. you would say words that weren’t your own, perform actions that weren’t of your own thought.

you quickly became a stranger in your own mind.

the door to the cell began to open, only to reveal your lover.

“you shouldn’t be here.”

those weren’t your words.

“I’m going to bring her back to me. you are going to let her go.” nick’s hands were clenched at his sides, the rage of having to see his girl constantly tormented starting to overshadow judgement.

nick, don’t play his games.

“oh, you think so? and why would I do that?”

nick begins to explain the misfortunes in Hell’s dictatorship, making a deal with the devil, and offering his freedom for yours.

no, he’ll never let us live for this. nick, stop.

you don’t know what changed, but with all of the strength you could possibly muster, you force your conscience forward.

he could visibly notice the change. the swirling highlights in your eyes becoming softer, gleaming with innocence and love.

he also didn’t miss the distress and internalized pain staring back at him. it hurt to look, but to look away was even harder.

“nick, don’t do this. you can’t let him free.”

nick’s lips part as he realizes this is the first time in weeks that he has felt your voice consume his attention. his heart is suddenly spread open and although he knows these shared moments are fleeting, he can’t quite find the words.

“I have to. I cannot wait around and watch you suffer. not for me.”

the parasite keeping you hostage looms in your mind, reminding you that control is a lie and that he is giving you permission. make it quick.

“nick, listen to me. yes, I did this for you, but i did it for everyone too. this is to protect you all.”

nick begins to furiously shake his head.

“no, no, no. you don’t realize that it is only getting worse out here. both of your absences are felt and Hell is out of control. I can’t even think straight without you. I need to do this.”

you are now the one without words. you had no input, being in a mental prison for weeks caused a lack of awareness of the outside world, and you suddenly have no idea what to do.

“nick, if you set him free, he will never forgive us.”

nick’s eyes seem to shift, but for once, the emotion is unclear to you.

“that’s just a risk I’m going to have to take.”

everything changed within seconds. fighting for consciousness was draining the last of the fight you had left. before you were even able to let your lover’s name slip through your lips, the darkness shrouding every fiber of your insides surged forwards and only one line was gasped out before the endless black scene.

“I love you.”

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Uneasy Lies the Head - CAOS - Dark Lord/OC - Chapter 13[Finale]

Chapters - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

A/N - Thank you for reading! This chapter is clocking in at almost 10000 words alone. So enjoy! If you have any suggestions for another fic or shorts PM me!

Chapter 13 - Finale - Amaryllis and Heliotrope

Warning of Smut and Graphic Violence

Had it really only been less than 24 hours that Lucifer had been able to walk the Earth in his angelic form? That Samara had slaughtered her Mandrake? Samara’s mind whirled at all the sudden changes that had happened in the past few hours. How could a day feel like a lifetime had passed?

She hadn’t been able to continue to admire the throne room as one of Lucifer’s servants swept her away. She was led to a door where she was told to freshen up. Apparently the coronation would need to take place again.

Lucifer had explained quickly that since the aristocracy of his world were not present, the crowning was not valid. He’d gently removed the towering crown from her head, smirking at the pout she’d worn.

Samara cast a longing look at the luxurious bed she saw as soon as she entered the room. The enormous thing was taking up a large portion of the room, covered in smooth looking silks and plush pillows. All she wanted to do was curl up in those sheets and sleep. If the strong, secure arms of her King happened to join her, then all the better.

Heaving a deep sigh, Samara continued through the room to the opened bathroom. Taking a look in the mirror she suppressed a grimace. Her makeup looked great. Her hair on the other hand was a wreck. Her lips pursed as she ran her hands through her hair, smoothing down the flyaways. Her dress wasn’t wrinkled or crimped; she was pleased to note.

She was slow to walk back to the main room, her feet carrying her to the bed. She gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, her hands splaying across the fabric on her thighs. Her eyes took in the room around her. She could tell that this was Lucifer’s room. If not by the sheer presence of his energy that filled the room, then the lingering of his intoxicating scent was what clued her off. Even just this little bit of him that she could sense helped ease her mind. Yet still her thoughts continued to spiral.

Perhaps she should have expected this outcome. She’d heard her family’s reactions to her newfound powers as well as the prophecy. She should’ve taken the clues. But it was her family; she never thought they could betray her as they did.

Samara felt a shiver of fear race down her spine. They had planned on binding her magick, erasing her memory! Who in their right mind would do something like that?! She was familiar with the rituals for binding someone’s magick. There was no guarantee that only certain parts of the witch’s magick would be blocked; more often than not that witch lost their powers completely. On top of all that, Samara could guess the potion that Hilda had planned on using. There were only a small handful of potions that tampered with memory loss. All held the same cautions as the power binding rituals; there was no guarantee what memories were being erased. She could have lost everything. Her family was willing to risk that.

A Shadow wrapping around her ankle caused Samara to surface. Taking stock of the room she realized that everything was now cloaked in darkness. A small smile curled the corner of her lip. She wasn’t surprised to see all of her Shadows darting around the room; with them riled up from not only recent events but also the fear she’d felt from her current thoughts. She reclined back onto the bed, her legs still dangling from the edge. Her eyes slid closed as she sent out a pulse of reassurance to her Shadows. Almost instantly she was consumed.

Her Shadows flew around her, their physical presence like a whisper dancing over skin. They smothered her with their assurance. She felt the ball that had been settled in her chest unravel and fade away.

Perhaps a more typical person would have been appalled at the messages her Shadows sent her. And maybe Samara had thought herself typical, but stepping back and checking herself now, she realized that she was wrong. What typical person would feel relief at the images her Shadows were showing her? Of Hilda and Zelda rushing at her menacingly, one holding a vial, the other holding a book of runes. Before they could touch her, her Shadows swirled up their feet, legs, torsos until they were engulfed in darkness. The Shadows made quick work of them but allowed her to hear their horrified screams and to smell the penny-copper of their blood. What typical person would find comfort in the vision of Sabrina, eyes glowing white and hovering in the air, ready to use her ramped up powers against her; only for the girl to find herself quickly pinned to the floor, Samara’s shadows swarming her like maggots in a festering wound? Like Hilda and Zelda before, Samara could hear her screams and pleas and scent rust and metal.

What typical person would be pleased by any of that? Not a normal person. And Samara knew she wasn’t typical. The thought cementing in her head as she felt herself melt into the bed at the comfort her Shadows were bringing her.

Lucifer might have gifted her with the Shadows when she was still a fetus, but over time they had become hers. Nothing short of losing her powers could separate them from one another. Even then, Samara thinks her Shadows would still be with her, she just wouldn’t be able to sense them as easily.

“Well, this looks cozy.” Lucifer’s tone was teasing. Samara peeked one eye open at him. Through the darkness surrounding her she could see him leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed.

“They were worried.”

“I figured the sudden brightening of every room had something to do with you as most Shadows fled.” He walked towards the bed, her Shadows parting around him like hydrophobic sand in water. As he sat next to her, her Shadows dissipated, returning to the edges of the room. They trusted Lucifer to watch over her. Samara sent a pulse of gratitude their way, content filling her as she felt Lucifer do the same.

“The past few weeks have been filled with change and unease. They’re tense, upset.” Samara remained laying back as she spoke, her eyes flitting around the room as she watched her Shadows dance. Her gaze snapped up to Lucifer as he brushed a strand of hair back, his hand cradling the side of her head.

“I dare say that they are not the only ones upset. Much has happened to you so recently. A time I planned to have filled with joy and admiration has since been muddled with betrayal and sorrow. I hope you can one day forgive me, my flower.” His voice was soft, his eyes even softer. Samara would bet that few had ever witnessed the Dark Lord be so gentle; even fewer hear him ask for forgiveness. She reached a hand up, her thumb stroking his defined cheekbone, her finger trailing to trace his ear.

“There’s nothing to forgive. The only ones in charge of their actions are the people in question themselves. My hurt will pass in time. That still doesn’t negate from the content and happiness I feel that I’m here. With you.” Samara smiled as his eyes slipped closed as she continued to trace delicate patterns onto his skin.

“We must work on your overwhelming mercifulness, My Queen. But not towards me. Never towards me. I intend to take every bit of your mercy for myself. Let the rest fend for themselves.” He hummed, slowly leaning down towards her. His hand slipped down and below, cupping her neck. He gently raised her by his hold, bringing her up towards him. Just as she felt his breath tickle her lips, a knock rattled the door. Fire licked inside her at the displeased growl that rumbled his chest.

“Your Majesty? They’re ready for you.” A timid voice spoke from outside.

Samara grinned at the heavy sigh that escaped the man holding her. Darting up she pressed a quick peck to his lips, dancing up and away before he could catch her. His narrowed eyes caused a giggle to escape her. She took in his form as he stood, her eyes roving up and down. A snap from his fingers and she felt her hair and dress smooth out.

She was running a hand down the front of her dress, her eyes following it’s path, double checking that there were no wrinkles when she felt his hand grasp the back of her neck. He pulled her forward by his hold, forcing her head to tilt up. Her core clenched at the fire flickering in his gaze. Once again he leaned down, but this time it was to speak nearly against her lips.

“Soon, My Samara; you will not be able to escape my grasp so easily, nor will you want to.” Despite the heat flaring in his words, the kiss he pressed to her lips was soft and gentle. She began to press back, her body stepping towards him but his fingers tightened the grip he had, forcing her to stay still. Disappointment flooded through her as he pulled back.

“Come. We have a crown to place on your head.” He released her neck and extended his hand towards her. She released a soft huff before setting her hand in his.

Unlike before, the guests of this coronation were unmasqued. Samara took in every demon she could see, their odd features all prominent. Also unlike before, there were many many more people.

Samara stayed at Lucifer’s side as he led them through the throne room. The demons and other beings parted a path for them, bowing and curtsying as they passed. She could feel the thrum of anticipation and unholy glee in the air. Samara could only guess why the crowd was so pleased. Perhaps they had never expected their King to take a Queen. She wondered how they would take to her Ruling.

He was quick to lead them up the stairs to where the thrones sat. Their thrones. Near identical to the ones that had been at the Academy. The only difference being these two seemed larger, more menacing. Power seemed to radiate from them like a heady cloud. Maybe the thrones themselves weren’t radiating the power though. Perhaps it was just the lingering of Lucifer’s own powers saturating a place he spent much time in.

Samara hardly noticed as the crowd’s quiet murmurings silenced. She did, however, feel their eyes devour her as Lucifer helped seat her in the more curved throne. As he did earlier that night, his thumb swept across her knuckles as she sat down. She made sure to send a grateful smile his way before he parted from her. This time her crown was held by a mouthless demon. Curiosity quirked inside her. Why did this demon have no mouth? She’d noticed that most of the demons in positions of servitude were much like that one; mouths, eyes, noses, ears were all missing in different variations. She’d make sure someone explained it to her.

Her thoughts were paused as Lucifer stood before her again, the golden glinting crown secure in his hands. Her eyes slipped closed as the warm metal was placed on her head once again. Just like earlier that night, the feeling of right, mine, power echoed through her.

Unhesitantly Samara slid her hand into the one Lucifer had extended towards her, helping her rise once again. Still, the congregation beneath them remained silent. There was a heaviness to the air this time that wasn’t there before. At the front of the crowd below, stood three demons more lavishly dressed than the rest. She could only assume they were the Kings of Hell. Their presence was a necessity to her coronation Lucifer had explained. They would make sure her status was upheld and spread in Hell.

“My loathsome subjects, I gather you here today to celebrate the crowning of a new Ruler. I present to thee, Samara Spellman. Proud lady of Pandemonium, Maiden of Shadows, and Queen of Hell! Hail Samara!” Lucifer’s voice echoed through the silent hall. She could feel his power pulsing from him, a cloak-like feeling settling around her.

“Hail Samara! Hail Satan!” The congregation below crowed. While the glamoured crowd earlier in the night had chanted the same words, the group chanting now held jubilation and anticipation in their words. Samara felt any unease that had been settled on her shoulders evaporate. No doubt she’d still have a few hiccups from some demons and others testing her boundaries but it was nice to know that there were no immediate protests.

“And now, we shall dance to the Mephisto Waltz, as Queen and King.” The music that started up was similar to what had played during their dance earlier. It was heavier this time, darker, more resolute. Samara’s hand was held tightly in Lucifer’s as they quickly descended the stairs. The crowd parted for them once again, this time leaving the center of the room clear.

It was as easy as breathing, assuming the positions they’d held before. Her waist cradled in his grasp, her hand resting on his chest, his hand leading them through the steps. The air between them crackled, not just from the want that seemed to flare any time they were together, but from an intimacy. Samara could tell from Lucifer’s gaze that their dance was different this time. The steps and tune might all be the same but the magick and power surrounding them now was different. It continued to build with each step they took, blaze increasing with every spin she made.

“You can feel it too.” His voice was a whisper, nearly as soft as his gaze. Samara’s eyes couldn’t break away, nor did she want to. The fingers on his chest drummed gently as she hummed in assent. “This is how it should have gone. Our subjects in awe as our powers grow and meld. All watching as their Queen came to be.”

Now that he’d said it she could pinpoint what was going on. Before, she had been able to feel the difference but not exactly what it was. Now, she could tell. Lucifer’s power was vast, unending, all consuming. It was a seductive darkness that crooned and devoured. She’d been able to feel that from the moment she’d met him. But now, she could feel it swirling around her, not just in protection as it had done earlier. Now she could feel her own power surge up to meet him. Swirling and dipping and twisting and turning. Where one went the other followed. To take and taste and touch and have. It continued as their dance did. Until she could no longer tell where her power began and his ended. Until it all felt like one. Changed, the same, different and similar.

She felt drunk off the power that swirled around them. Her eyes raised from the delicate patch of skin exposed at the base of his throat that she hadn’t realized she’d been eyeing. Lucifer’s eyes were glazed over, no doubt from the same heady surge that was rushing through her.

No longer were either one of them consciously in charge of the steps they were taking. The dance was controlled by instinct and intuition.

They twirled faster and more grandiose as the music reached a crescendo. Her body pressed closed to his, swirling out under his arm to be quickly tucked back in. Only to come to an abrupt halt as the last, echoing note reverberated through the room.

Samara came back to herself. Her body dipped low to the floor, the ends of her curls brushing the marble. Her crown steady on her head. Her hand splayed on Lucifer’s neck, her other grasped tightly in his own. The small of her back held securely in his arm. His eyes sparkled in triumph and smug pleasure as he looked down at her. A smile broke through her lips. She was quick to crane her head up, his arm tightening and bringing her body the rest of the way to be flush against him, still dipped down.

Their lips clashed together, adrenaline coursing through her; their shared power smothering them. She bit his lips open, working her way inside. The taste of him, electricity and promise would haunt her to the end of her days. She’d never get enough. His hummed moan something she wanted to listen to for days on end.

It was easy to forget that they were surrounded by a crowd. It was too easy to just get lost in him. But Lucifer was a skilled man. And cruel she thought briefly as he pulled away from her.

His eyes were near black with desire; not only from the power exchange but their heated kiss as well. He was a stronger person than she as he stepped away, releasing her from his hold. He bowed, to which she curtsied. As soon as their social decorum was finished, her hand was once again ensnared by his.

Immediately as soon as her hand met his once again, the crowd around them roared in cheer. Samara shared a grin with her King. He began helping her back up towards their thrones as the music started back up. Now was the time for their guests to enjoy themselves. After all Hell was a place for indulgence.

A servant was quick to offer her a glass of red wine as she was seated in her throne. She accepted it as she tilted her head, watching Lucifer sit regally upon his own throne. Still their hands remained intertwined on the arm rests.

“Now My Queen, all is as it should be. You upon your throne. Our subjects celebrating down below. Us side by side together.” Lucifer’s silky words met her ears. She hummed softly as she sipped her wine.

“Perfect.” Even as she answered, her thoughts flashed images of her family and their betrayal. Her mood threatened to sour but was diverted as Lucifer squeezed the hand he held.

“Do not let thoughts of earlier spoil Our night, my flower.” While his words held some demand in them, she could tell he only meant for the best. She shot a small smile at him, squeezing his hand back.

“Like I said earlier, it will take some time but it will fade. Besides, I plan on sitting here with you and enjoying our evening.” Her words rung with promise. A promise to herself to try to not let what happened earlier rain down on her mood.

Feeling mounting anticipation and dark glee swirling within Lucifer, she shot him a questioning look. A grin was directed her way before he answered.

“Perhaps I have something that would lighten your thoughts once again.” His tone was suggestive. Samara chuckled, rolling her eyes. “Besides, what kind of King doesn’t gift His newly crowned Queen something the night of Her coronation?” He gestured one of the servants forward, whispering into his ear. The demon scurried off down the stairs.

“Lucifer, I don’t have any gift for you though.” Samara worried her lip between her teeth, her brow creasing. The Dark Lord released her hand, reaching up to release her lip from its prison. He ran a soothing thumb along the abused flesh.

“Trust me when I say my gift from you will be watching what’s to come.” He whispered, a smirk pulling at his lips. Samara’s eyes narrowed at him in question.

Her attention was pulled towards the crowd below them once again as they became hushed. She saw as they watched two figures at the doors. The servant Lucifer had sent away was now back, tugging along another beside him. The second person was cloaked in ragged, ripped, sweaty attire with a black sack covering their head.

The servant guided his guest to the center of the room, kicking their legs and forcing them to kneel. Samara turned to look at Lucifer, who was leaning forward in his seat. With a kiss to her knuckles he stood, a tug from his hand having her join his side. He guided them to stand at the railing, resting their still entwined hands on the warm marble. Their guests silenced at the new position their King and Queen held. Which made it all the easier for Lucifer’s words to echo in the room.

“Now for tonight’s entertainment! I present unto My Queen, a gift, for her coronation. May it help make this night even more memorable.” His voice boomed around them. With a nod of his head, the servant ripped the black sack off the unknown person’s head. Samara felt herself freeze.

“Did I not promise you, My Queen? Did I not say that he’d be dealt with? I can think of no sweeter revenge than for you to take him in hand now. To do with him as you please. And when his physical body tires, his soul can go wherever you direct. To keep him as a plaything for your frustrations forever more.”

Now she understood why he’d been feeling so giddy. She squeezed his hand gently before letting go. She trailed her finger along his back and she walked behind him, to descend the stairs. Her steps were slow and echoed with each click. She could feel the eyes of not only her King but their subjects as well as they tracked her every move. All too soon her journey was done, her feet carrying her to the trembling man knelt before her.

Faustus Blackwood stared up at her, terror and rage intermingling on his face. She could only imagine how he felt. Forced to kneel before a girl he’d once tried to molest. Kneeling before someone from a family he loathed. The knowledge alone, that she was now his Queen, must’ve been eating him up inside.

Her memories began overtaking her again. Not so much the images of what once happened, but rather the emotions. The all consuming fear and sorrow she’d felt when he’d tried to take her in his office. The rage and loss she’d experienced when she’d learned Zelda was to marry him. How he’d taken so much from her. Her sense of security, her community, her family, her home! But Samara was many things, and thoughtlessly cruel was not one of them. She’d extended mercy to almost everything she’d known at least once. Perhaps that’d be how she’d Rule. Merciful to an extent, then she could let the cruelty that’d been buried down deep out to play.

With those thoughts in her head, Samara stared Blackwood in the eyes as she slightly bent at the waist to bring her face level with him. Still she could see the fear and anger swirling within him.

“I hold no fond feelings for you. In fact, I couldn’t care less if Witch-hunters came along and burnt your body to a crisp. However, I’ve been told I’m a merciful Queen so far. So. I’ll give you an ultimatum. Bow down, kiss my feet, beg for your life like the pathetic useless worm that you are, recognize me as your Queen and you’ll walk out of this room alive and well. I’ll assure it. Or do nothing, and I can’t promise for your well-being.” Her words were firm. She could feel the surprise that rang through her King. No doubt he’d expected her to fly into a rage as soon as she’d seen Blackwood. But she’d never been like that. No, Zelda had taught her to be rational. So here she was, being rational. An ultimatum. Ultimately, Blackwood’s fate was in his own hands. Which he chose swiftly.

She heard him before she felt it. Hot saliva trailed down her cheek, her eyes closed from the startling action. She heard the crowd around them gasp and curse, getting worked up. White hot rage pulsed behind her from Lucifer. She sent a soothing pulse back, not wanting him to interfere.

“I’ll die before I bow before any Spellman; much less the mutt they took in.” Blackwood bit out. Samara hummed as she delicately wiped the spit off her face with her hand. Using the soiled hand, she ran it over his face, wiping off the wetness before grasping his chin. Her sharp nails dug into the hollows of his cheeks.

“A mutt I may be. But you will die with the knowledge that I, Samara Spellman, am your Queen. In a position of power you could only dream to be in. And now, for eternity, you will suffer under my direction, my instruction and my will. So mote it be.” She snarled out, her nails causing drops of blood to appear on the skin they pierced before releasing him and stepping back.

Pleasure curled within her at the startled gasps and shouts she heard. Her Shadows had been creeping in closer and closer as she’d stood before Blackwood. Now, they gathered at the bottom of her dress, blurring it with darkness. Some climbed up her back, flaring out behind her in a mockery of wings.

She took satisfaction as all colour drained from Blackwood’s face, his trembling increasing.

She could feel the eagerness that swelled and swirled within her Shadows. It’d been so long since they’d been able to cause any real violence. And to have a subject that’d caused her fear and pain, they were all the more ready to pounce. They twisted and writhed around her, climbing up and leaping off her body, hurtling to the floor but not touching the man knelt before her. Not yet.

Tilting her head back, her eyes slipped closed. Samara could feel them pleading with her. Their thirst for blood and violence nearly overwhelming. Their whispers of safety and promise caressed her ears. A smile played on her lips. Inhaling deeply, she slowly breathed out as she once again looked at Blackwood. His utter terror caused a malicious grin to grow.

All at once she grabbed the walls she’d held in her mind. The ones she built to help control her Shadows. To stop them from mindlessly causing violence. She gripped those walls, and proceeded to rip them to shreds. Directing all her ire towards the man before her, she made sure the only thing her Shadows would maim was the worm. And maim they did.

At feeling the gates she’d used to contain them vanish, there was a moment of utter stillness. All Shadows in the room stood still for a beat. This type of freedom was unusual to them. It caused an unnatural lull in its movement. Any warmth in the room was instantly sucked out, breath able to be seen in condensation clouds.

Then, they descended. To the guests it was impossible to see what was happening. But they could hear the agonized wails of a man in pain; a man in fear for his own life. Shortly after the screams started, the overwhelming scent of penny-copper emanated from the darkness at the center of the room. Hot crimson blood began splattering from the darkness, striking guests and marble alike. They might not have been able to see what was happening, but they could make a well-educated guess.

Samara, on the other hand, had no trouble seeing through her Shadows. She watched, as they dove from every corner and crevice of the room around her towards the kneeling worm. He wasn’t kneeling for very long. They lifted his body up, tossing him around like a tissue in the wind. Up was down, left was right, she could only imagine how disorienting it’d be. They’d lift him high then let him hurtle back towards the marble, smacking his flesh off the now cold floor.

When they’d had their fun tossing him around, they began a new game. While her Shadows were often able to be walked through, untouchable; they could become physical if they wanted, as solid as a hand. Now, she watched as they morphed themselves into infinitesimally miniscule spikes. Then they began racing along the cloth and skin of Blackwood. Almost instantly blood welled up in their wake. Blackwood screeched and swung his arms. Attempting to fight off an attacker he’d never be able to touch. Millions upon millions of little spikes wrecked havoc upon his flesh causing an unidentifiable amount of lacerations. None of the wounds were especially deep though. Each cut placed to cause as much pain as possible.

Samara felt irritation grow as his screams turned to curses and eventually begging. Sending a brief thought to her Shadows, she felt a smirk curl her lip as they were quick to comply.

They pried his mouth open, his words slurring. They worked in tandem. Some to keep him still. Some to keep him facing her. Some to hold out his tongue. And finally, some to rip out the squirming appendage. His screams turned to shrieks. But no words left his lips, she noted, pleased.

Finally, her Shadows moved on to their last act. With blood covering the outside of the man, they wanted to see the rest inside. Quickly her Shadows entered whatever orifice they could find. They smothered themselves inside the body that’d caused her so much trouble. They kept going and going and going and going. All too soon or maybe not soon enough, they began razing. No part inside the man was left uscathed. They rampaged around inside his body, slicing, burning, ripping and tearing anything they could. Samara watched as they ripped around inside and then tore themselves out. Only to enter from the new hole to do it all over again.

His screams finally stopped but not before she could meet his eyes. She connected with his tear and terror filled eyes. She could tell he was begging her to get them to stop. Her only response was a quirked brow. She’d given him a choice and he’d made one.

Eventually her Shadows retreated, going to the corners they came from. Some nudged her back, stopping the puddle of ever-growing blood from reaching and staining her feet. She looked down at the still husk before her, apathy overtaking her features. Silence reigned around her. Shock present in all of their auras. She could even feel the shock Lucifer held. He didn’t expect her Shadows to cause damage like that. A chuckle threatened to escape her. However it was halted as she caught movement below her.

Blackwood’s soul crawled from his mangled corpse. With a snap of her fingers a collector was at her side.

“Take him away for now. I’ll let you know what I want done with him at a later date.” Her tone was short as she gestured below. The collector was quick to drag the soul out by his hair. Blackwood was still reeling from the remnants of what had happened, and therefore didn’t feel the further abuse.

Samara hummed before turning around and facing her King. She tilted her head back to look him in the eye as he stared down at her from the railing. She sent a pulse of satisfaction, gratefulness and finality towards him. Sure, it was a lot to send at once but her King was smart, he’d figure it out. She was finished for the night. She was ready to return to their chambers.

She watched as he quickly descended the stairs, joining her at her side. He raised her hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on her skin. His eyes belied the raging want swirling within him.

“Let this be an acknowledgment from you all. Your new Queen may seem merciful. But rest assured Her cruelty can know no bounds.” He bellowed, not that their guests had even whispered anything, silence still reigning around them. “We thank you for joining us for tonight’s events. Please, enjoy the festivities but your Queen and I will be retiring for the night.”

With her hand held in his, he escorted the both of them out of the room, passed the bowing and kneeling guests. Neither spoke a word to the other as he led her towards their room. But the air between sparked with words unsaid and lingering intimacy.

Perhaps in another world Lucifer would’ve ushered her into their room and crowded her up against the door. Ravishing her there. And perhaps in another world she would’ve greatly welcomed it. But that didn’t happen in this one. Instead, he guided her into their room. She could feel that he wanted her. He wanted to do what she’d imagined, but he didn’t. While he might’ve been aroused and heady with desire, she wasn’t. She’d just watched a man she’d loathed be tortured to death. There was no way in Heaven she’d be able to feel desire tonight.

Instead, he gathered her into the lavish bathroom from earlier. With a snap of his fingers the oversized tub was filled with steaming water and amaryllis petals. He’d also divested the both of them of their clothes, she noted.

He entered the tub first, leaning back against the side with his long legs stretched out. He held a hand out to her. She could see the desire in his eyes as he visually devoured her bare body, but she could see his restraint too. For that she was glad.

She was quickly settled resting back against him. He stroked a wet hand through her hair, a soothing hum building in his chest. She ran gentle fingers down his thighs that were bracketing her body.

“Thank you.” Her voice was soft, not wanting to break the intimate atmosphere around them.

“I did make a promise to you. It was magnificent, by the way. Your wrath.” He rumbled, his chest vibrating along her back. She hummed and leaned her head back against his chest.

“Mmm. Hopefully you’ll never be on the receiving end of it. You don’t think it was too much?” She tilted her head to the side to peer up and back at him. He fixed his eyes onto hers.

“It was a sight they needed to see. No doubt they’d have thought you weak. A meer witch. Had they not seen your display. Now, they’ll be much more inclined to listen to you.” He explained, reaching up to brush some hair out of her face. She hummed once again, settling back against her King. If this was her first day as Queen, she was interested to see what the rest held for her.

Waking in the arms of her King was a new experience. One that she was looking forward to repeating for all of eternity. What was strange was not seeing the sun rise. She knew that there was sun in areas of Hell. But here in Pandemonium there was no sunlight. A part of her was eager to explore Hell and see what this realm had to offer.

The arms that encased her waist briefly tightened, pulling her forward and flush against the bare chest she rested on. A low hum met her ears as she tilted her head up.

“My Queen.” His words were laced with content and possessiveness. She ran a hand up his bare flank to rest on his pectoral beside her face, fingers stroking the skin there.

“My King.” She whispered the words. Hearing him inhale deeply, an overwhelming sense of fondness squeezed inside her chest. Lucifer, while not a good man, was good to her. She looked forward to what forever held for them. She turned her head to press soft kisses to the bare skin before her.

Feeling his hand trail up along her bare back, she shivered as she realized they were both still unclothed. She’d fallen asleep during their soak and Lucifer had deemed it unnecessary to clothe either one of them as he put them to bed apparently.

His hand was quick to clasp the back of her neck and drag her up his body. His free hand continued to stroke meaningless patterns along the expanse of her back, minute trembles of her skin followed his fingers.

Now that she was closer, she could see the blatant hunger that shone in his eyes. With a small grin, she craned herself the rest of the way forward. Their lips met in a series of searing, wanting caresses. She trailed her hands up his body until they rested on his shoulders. Their kiss quickly careened into more heated territory. Teeth catching flesh, battling to see who would yield first.

Samara hummed before she began moving. Never parting her lips from her King’s, she braced her hands against his shoulders and quickly straddled her legs along his torso. His hand that had been running along her back ran down to grip the outside of her thigh, his fingers digging into the flesh. A soft sound escaped her, her lips finally parting from him for a moment. Their harsh breathing filling the room.

Before Lucifer could do anything, Samara’s head ducked down. Now trailing soft, heated kisses starting from the corner of his lips across his jaw to down along his neck. She felt as both his hands now gripped her thighs, moans rumbling in his chest. Absently she recognized as his hands began crawling up towards her waist. She was still too busy pressing her lips to his exposed skin. Now at the hollow of his throat, a wicked thought crossed her mind. Quick as a flash her sharp teeth snagged the delicate skin and bit down. She heard his tortured groan before the world flipped.

Feeling the bedsheets and pillows at her back now, she blinked up at Lucifer. He now hovered over her, her legs now wrapped around his torso, his one hand gripping her waist, the other hand pinning her shoulder down. She grinned up at him, licking away the taste of blood on her lips. She watched in delight as crimson trickled down from his throat.

“Naughty little Queen. Perhaps a vampire has come and replaced my darling witch.” He rumbled, leaning down and silencing the giggles that were escaping her. She raised her arms and twined them around the back of his neck.

In the blink of an eye her arms were wrenched away, his hands pinning her wrists above her head. She narrowed her eyes at him as he leaned back once again.

“Ah ah, naughty Queens don’t get to touch. Keep your hands there for me, will you my flower.” He demanded, a smirk curling his lips as she pouted. She huffed but nodded her head.

He went to work quickly. His hands trailed down her arms as he began moving back. His head leaning down to lavish her throat with scorching presses of his lips. His hands continued down, stopping as he gripped her waist. He raised his hands a bit, able to slowly swipe his thumbs along the delicate skin under her breasts.

Her panting breath filled the room with sound as she clenched her hands into fists. He’d told her to keep her hands there, and dammit she was going to try.

Her back arched slightly as his mouth trailed lower, going along the flesh of her sternum down to the valley between her breasts. He pressed a final kiss there before as quick as a snake ensnared her one nipple in his unforgiving mouth. His hand palmed her free breast, stroking the skin and pinching the little bud.

A sharp moan escaped her lips as he deliciously tortured her sensitive flesh. His sharp teeth lightly worried the hardened bud he had captured. Pulling back he admired the now darkly flushed skin, running a finger along it, flicking it as he went. Another moan left her as he ducked down again, this time to leave quick little nips at the sensitive underside of her breast. Her legs tightened around him, her hands twining in the pillows they rested on. She felt him chuckle along her skin.

“You are being a very good girl, my sweet. And good girls get rewarded. Now, let me get my answer to a question I’ve had since we’ve met. Do you taste as good as you look?”

He abandoned his ministrations he’d held on her breasts. His hands lingering as he began kissing lower. Down the middle of her stomach before stopping just above her soaking core. He gripped her thighs once again in a bruising grip, his nose tucked along her neatly trimmed curls.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard him inhale deeply, a flush racing down her body. Only to snap open at the guttural growl he released before he dove in. And really there was no other way to describe it as diving in. She’d barely had time to twitch before his arms were pinning down her hips and his mouth sealed on her core. His tongue traced a torturous pattern on her heated flesh, dipping in and tasting her arousal. Her hands flew to tangle in his hair, her back arching off the bed as his lips and tongue found her little button. She felt herself leak more arousal, her hips unconsciously trying to twist away from the onslaught he brought against her sensitive litte core. He was unrelenting, his arms tensing and pinning her, unallowing her a chance to escape. Her moans filled the room as she tugged at his hair, her thigh trembling. He pinned her down just as easily with one arm as he’d done both. He brought his free hand down to join him by his mouth. His fingers trailed along the slickened flesh, before finding where he wanted them to be and began slowly pushing in. She felt herself flutter along his thick finger, not feeling any discomfort until he began pressing in more fingers. She hummed and tugged at his hair, his tongue beginning another attack on her little button. With three of his fingers caressing hidden places inside of her, she felt as electricity began racing down her spine. Her moans grew in pitch and her back arched off the bed as he increased the intensity of his onslaught. White-hot pleasure erupted inside her, her core clenching around his fingers, more arousal leaking from her, her thighs squeezing around him.

She collapsed back against the bed, gasping breath. She felt him pepper kisses along her thighs and lower belly. She ran an apologetic hand through his hair, no doubt her grip had gotten unreasonably tight.

“If feasting upon you was to be my only purpose for the rest of my days, I’d spend that time in ultimate bliss.” His words made her chuckle softly, stroking a hand down his chest. He looked beyond appetizing; skin flushed, his lips still wet from her arousal, hair a riot.

“Who am I to stop you?” She teased, her feet resting against the bed but her legs still parted around his body. He shot her a wicked grin before climbing his knees closer. Their lower bodies nearer now. Anticipation shot through her as he palmed her hip, stroking the skin there.

“Now, my little witch, let me have what I’ve dreamed of since I’ve seen you blossom into the young beauty you are. Let me have you.” He murmured, staring into her eyes. Samara felt her cheeks heat once again but nodded her assent. His pleased hum caused her to flush even further.

His free hand reached down to help guide his member to her core. He kept their eyes locked together as he began pressing in. Samara’s lip was captured between her teeth as he continued slowly. The feeling was unusual, of being filled and stretched. Some pain threatened to drain her arousal but a twitch of his hand and it was gone. She panted as he continued to press in. It felt neverending. Until finally he stopped. His hips flushed with hers. She felt stuffed to the seams. It was wonderful.

Her head collapsed back onto the pillow, her eyes rolling up into her head as her lips parted to release another moan. Taking this as encouragement, Lucifer began pulling back, only to quickly glide forward once again. A punched-out moan ran from her lungs. She’d never felt like this before. Full and whole and pleasure coursing through her veins.

She could feel as their power grew around them again, much like during their Waltz the night before. Sex magick was a powerful thing. But it was different than that. More than that. This was more than just their power mingling together and complementing one another. Now, it was merging to become one.

Her hand fluttered down, trembling, looking for his. Delighted she felt as he quickly grabbed hers, sensing how overwhelmed she felt. Both his hands clasped hers, his body rising and arching over hers, surrounding her. His lips pressed against hers, his hips starting up a punishing rhythm. He pressed her hands into the pillow on either side of her head, pulling his head back slightly. She took in gasping breaths as he continued on his quest of pounding her into the mattress. Her legs snaked up to wrap around his hips, craving the closeness of his body. She heard him huff before he released one of her hands to reach down and cradle her lower body, suspending that part in the air. Her now freed hand raked claws down his back. She heard him growl in satisfaction, his pace somehow increasing.

“Please please please please.” Her whispered mantra began chanting. She heard him chuckle against her throat that he’d been laving his tongue along.

His hand that had still been pinning hers to the pillows let go, running down until he managed to snake it under her back. Using his new hold he pulled her up as he sat back on his heels. Now seated in his lap, he used his hold on her to start a filthy grind of his hips. Her lips parted in pleasure, her eyes rolling up as this new position caused sparks to zip through her body. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, burying her face in his throat, panting in his intoxicating scent.

She felt as his movements grew more frantic, faster. His breath now panting as he seeked his release. She shivered as he snuck a hand down, feeling where they were joined, until he found her little button. He set a merciless pace both with his hips and with his fingers. She felt as her spine began to tighten, the ball of pleasure in her belly growing and growing and growing. When she felt she couldn’t take anymore, she felt the same white-hot pleasure of before erupt inside of her. Her back arched and she strained into Lucifer, her cry of pleasure echoing in the room. She could hear him murmuring under his breath, it took effort to focus on his words. When she realized what he was saying her core clenched even tighter around him. Mine, mine, mine they were whispers along her skin. He continued his onslaught, her body jerking from the overstimulation that wreaked havoc on her body. Finally she felt his movements stutter before a groan escaped his lungs, pinning her body still to his.

Pulling her head back, she looked up into his eyes. An exhausted smile played along her lips before she ducked in and pressed a sweet thankful kiss against his lips. His hand reached up and brushed her hair back, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. She giggled as he tipped them over onto their sides. He held her close, her head once again resting on his chest, listening to the thump of his heart. Her fingers stroked lightly at the skin of his chest. He played with her hair, starting at the roots to stroke through the tousled strands, down her back only to start again.

“My first official decree as Queen is that you are required to do that to me everyday for the rest of eternity.” Her words caused a guffaw of laughter to shake his chest, her head bouncing with the movement. She grinned at his laughter. She looked up at his mirthful face, his eyes sparkling.

“Well, My Queen, while I may be a cruel King, I would never be so cruel as to deny you anything. Consider it written in brimstone.” He murmured as he stroked a finger along her cheekbone before tapping her nose. Her scrunching nose earned her another chuckle.

“Is it always like that?”

“For us, yes. Now, it’s time for naughty Queens to rise and ready. It’s your first day of Court. We have business to attend.” His words were punctuated with a sharp slap to her bottom. Her sharp yelp was more from surprise than actual pain. Still it spurred her up and out of the bed, but not before pressing another kiss to his lips.

Her legs wobbled for a moment before blood rushed down to settle them. As she took slow steps towards the bathroom, she could feel an achiness from the activities they’d just partaken in. She could hear him chuckle behind her, causing her to throw him a sharp look which only increased his amusement.

As she was in the bathroom, she cleaned herself up. A quick look in the mirror showed her the disarray her hair was in, as well as the darkening bruises that trailed down her throat. With a dismayed sigh, she waved her hand and a glamour covered them. Sure she could’ve healed them and made them disappear but what was the fun in that. Plus, it was a naughty little secret she could have, knowing that her King had claimed her and she had physical evidence.

Entering the bedroom once more, she noticed the golden dress laying across the bed. This one more sleek than the ballgown she’d worn last night. Turning to look at Lucifer, who was now dressed in another elegant grandiose golden jacket and pants combo, she gestured towards the dress. He approached her, his eyes slowly trailing along her body.

“As much as I hate to have your delectable body covered, it is nice to see you clothed in such appropriate attire.” With his words he grabbed her hand and spun her quickly towards the mirror, releasing her as she went.

Coming to a dizzying halt at the mirror she went to cast a dark look at Lucifer but was stopped as she realized he’d had the dress appear on her as she spun. Sniffing she turned to inspect herself and the dress. This dress, while more sleek, showed far more skin than the one the night before. The floor-length skirt was half sheer lace; and the sleeves fell from her shoulders, showing off much of her chest. It was more elegant than she’d originally thought. Especially paired with her hair now raising in some elaborate style with her crown resting regally around her head.

“There, fit for a Queen I would say. I fear My Court will be more enamoured with your attention than they could ever cast towards me.” Lucifer’s hands settled on her hips behind, peering into her eyes in the mirror. She leaned back into his embrace, sighing.

“Then I shall endeavor to remain on my best behavior.” While her tone was joking, she still felt nerves race through her. Lucifer’s hands squeezed briefly.

“I can feel your uneasiness, My flower. Trust that I will not lead you astray. Learning all the ins and outs of Court will be easy for you. You’re a natural. Besides, with your little display last night, I won’t be surprised to see a few of mine own lay fealty at your feet.” He assured, turning her in his arms. She ran a hand up his chest, trailing a finger along the exposed skin of his lower throat.

“I trust you.” Her words rang clear throughout the room. She could feel as his triumph and pride swirled around them. He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead before stepping back and extending his arm.

“Then to Court we go.” At his urging she laid her hand within the crook of his elbow. He made quick work of the twisting hallways. Her head spun at all the turns they made as they went to the throne room.

Finally, they reached the open doors of the throne room. While the room itself looked similar to as it did the night before; now there were rows of seats lining the perimeter of the room, creating an aisle down the center. Each seat was filled with a person of some kind. Closer to the stairs sat the three demon Kings of Hell.

As Lucifer led them down the aisle and towards the stairs, all persons stood and bowed deeply, silence reigning over them. An occasional ‘Your Majestys’ would reach their ears, but was ultimately ignored. As she was led past the three demon Kings, they all three greeted her with a ‘Your Majesty’ and a bow. She inclined her head in acknowledgment before being led up the stairs. Lucifer stopped at the railing in front of their thrones.

She looked out over the sea of neatly lined people as they stared up at her and Lucifer. There was a crowd beginning to form outside the door. No doubt demons and such coming to Court to have their problems fixed.

Not even a month ago, she’d thought herself nothing but an orphan. With a family who loved her and a successful business she’d built from the ground. She had been content with it all. Now, she stood before a people, their Queen. With a handsome and menacing King at her side that cherished her. She’d experienced loss and betrayal at his side sure, but she’d never felt happier. Finally, she felt complete and that she’d found somewhere she belonged. She was exactly where she was meant to be. That she was sure of.

With those thoughts, she slid her hand down from the crook of his arm to settle it on his hand that was resting on the marble railing. She could see the corners of his lips start to curl from her periphery.

“As this is your Queen’s first day of Court, we will be keeping it short. Court is now in session!” Lucifer’s words overtook the silence of the room. Their subjects still stood from their seats. As soon as Lucifer was done speaking, the people down below began chanting.

“Hail Samara! Hail Satan!” The words of the people rang around the room. Samara shot a quick pleased smile up at Lucifer as he turned them towards their thrones. Much like the night before, he helped her to her throne before sitting in his. He kept their hands interlaced over the arms of their thrones.

She watched as someone from the doorway stumbled in, their hands fidgeting with each other as they walked down the aisle. One of the demon Kings rose to meet him. Samara released a pleased sigh, her sound causing Lucifer to raise her hand and press a kiss to the back of it. Meeting his curious gaze, Samara sent a pulse of content and happiness his way. To her pleasure, she was sent back his own wave of pride and happiness. Squeezing his hand she turned her attention back to their subjects below them. Content in the knowledge that yes, she was exactly where she was meant to be.

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