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Jack Speight undid me, then I almost undid myself. But I've undone some of the bad, too, some of the damage. With help. With luck and love. ↗
One thing that a lot of people forget is that when Lucifer was cast out of heaven, he took one third of the angels with him. These later became the first demons, and many believe that they are the only ones. What even fewer realize is that since demons were once angels, their righteousness cannot have been completely overcome. Just covered up, hidden, buried so deep into their souls that they can ignore it. But we can never forget," Belieal said sadly, feeling the hollow bit of himself that had once been full. "We can never forget what we've lost, and I think that that is our greatest curse of all. No matter how many souls we corrupt, no matter how much we destroy- we can never come back home. Or at least, that is what most demons believe. If they knew there was a way out, Lucifer would lose his entire army overnight. Only his most loyal know, only those who have buried themselves so deep in hatred and evil that they could never take the step that it would require to become what we once were." Verin nodded, all of it making sense so far. "Why are you telling me this?" Belial sighed. "The way that we are speaking of can only reside inside the sould of one of the Almighty's creations. One that is capable of love. That person can ignite the spark of righteousness still within us and make us holy." "But-" "Yes, I still haven't answered your question. You, I, and Abaddon are one of the few who still care, even a little. So I thought it would only be fair to warn you that Lucifer will do whatever he can to destroy those rare people." "Yes, but-" "I'm getting to it. One of those people-" Belial hesitated. "One of them is that mortal girl that you've fallen head-over-heels for. ↗
He caressed the side of her jaw with his fingertips, sending a light shiver down her spine. "I should warn you that if we lose the paper, we'll have to sell the house.” “That’s fine.” “And the furniture.” “I don’t care.” “And—“ “We can pawn, sell, and trade off everything we own… but if you dare say one thing about my diamond, you’ll regret it for the rest of your married life. This ring is mine, and it's not leaving my finger." He grinned at her vehemence. "I wasn’t going to say anything about your ring, honey.” Bending down to kiss her, he left wet handprints on the waist and bodice of her gown, but Lucy was too enthralled by his hearty kiss to protest. "You taste like coffee," she whispered when his lips left hers. "I could do with more." "Coffee or kisses?" "Always more kisses . . . ↗
Even without having glanced in a mirror, Lucy knew what she looked like. She could feel the puffiness of a sleepless night underneath her eyes, and the mass of tangles in her long hair, and the tender, swollen of her lips. She looked, in fact, like woman who had spent the whole night making love. Lucy was aware of several small aches and twinges in her body, and she was tired and relaxed—and strangely contented. She felt a slight smile coming to her lips, a private, secret smile that she couldn't have explained to anyone, least of all herself. “Father, please . . . I just got up, and I haven't had any coffee-" "It's eleven o'clock in the morning, and you just go up? I've never known you to sleep until this hour, unless you were ill or—" “I stayed up late last night," Lucy said, turning and going to the kitchen, rubbing her eyes and yawning. All totaled, she couldn't have had more than two or three hours of rest. Heath had been insatiable. ↗
