TASTE OF POWER
1145 Words
“We are forgetting something—wine and music,” Lucifer murmured with a grin.
He sat back and snapped his fingers. A bottle and two glasses appeared midair, spinning lazily like they enjoyed the attention.
He caught them effortlessly and sat beside me, his long black hair sliding down his shoulders like silk. The bed dipped under his weight, and I felt my heart throb in rhythm with the wine that poured itself.
Lucifer’s eyes softened. “If we were to make love, what do you think would happen?” he asked quietly, voice warm and teasing, almost human.
“I don’t know,” I said, blinking fast. “Maybe I’ll get you some kids?”
He chuckled—a deep, smooth sound that wrapped around me. “It could be kids… or dragons… or beasts… or even eggs. It depends on what I want, my Queen.”
“Eggs?” I laughed nervously. “I’m not a hen from Ashford.”
He tilted his head, amused. “Then tell me, what would you want me to give you as an offspring?”
His hand trailed through my hair, slow and playful.
I thought hard. “Power,” I said finally. “Divine power.”
Lucifer smiled faintly. The wine poured itself into our glasses, gliding through the air like it obeyed his thoughts. One glass hovered over me, the other over him.
“Lucifer looks so charming while doing this,” I caught myself thinking, and judging by his smirk, he heard it.
“Laura, what you just saw is power that dwells in the mind. You can do with it whatever you want. You just have to think of it and you'll get it.” He said, gazing into my eyes.
“This is indeed the freedom I’ve missed all my life.” I thought to myself.
His eyes were slightly burning, and I could see fire in them. He was a little terrifying but was absolutely handsome in it.
“Laura, you’ve never heard music,” he said after what seemed like ages of silence. “Ashford doesn’t know what beauty sounds like. They don't even know the violin.” He laughed jokingly.
I chuckled.
Another snap of his fingers and the air filled with a melody. Soft, slow, seductive.
“So this is music?” I whispered.
“This,” he said, wrapping his arms around me, “is just the beginning.”
Right before me, different instruments swam in the air in front of me, emerging from nowhere. I haven't seen any of the instruments before, except the violin, the same one Lucifer played the day I met him. It was just like a show performance.
“This is the harp, the lyre, the cymbals, the flute, the saxophone, the organ, and this guy here is the violin, the one you saw me with,” Lucifer said, tapping on each instrument as they played themselves in the air.
“Whoa. I don't think I'll remember any of these names apart from the violin” I laughed.
“That doesn't matter. What matters now is that they don't only play, they dance” Lucifer said, hitting his hands together.
Right before me, the instruments started dancing. They danced like the villagers celebrating a newborn baby or their harvest when it's plentiful.
The view got my mouth open for only Hell knows. The music harmony blended with the dance steps.
As I watched, I felt Lucifer wrapping himself around me. His body was firm and hot against mine. He placed kisses everywhere his lips touched, making the world blur into whispers of heat and rhythm until all I could remember was his kiss against my neck and the faint sound of the music.
When it was over, Lucifer lay beside me, asleep, his face calm—almost mortal. I stared, half in disbelief, half in awe.
Then I heard voices. Laughter, prayers, sobs.
I blinked—and I was back in Ashford. Women mocked my mother for losing something she claimed she loved. One smashed her water pot.
“Your daughter will bring a new one when she's coming back from the woods.” the woman said mockingly.
I gasped and sat up, drenched in sweat.
“Did I just see Ashford? My mom?”
Lucifer stirred. “Your thoughts are too loud, Laura,” he murmured, still half-asleep. “Rest.”
“I saw them,” I said. “How is that possible?”
“You asked for power. You have it now,” he said, his tone smooth but commanding. “You’ll understand soon.”
Out of curiosity, I snapped my fingers just the way I saw Lucifer did —thinking of Ashford's only farmhouse located at the outskirts of the village.
The room shimmered and transformed into a poor farmhouse.
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to turn Hell into a barn.”
He laughed softly. “Come, let’s see the world instead.”
“When do we leave?”
“Now.”
A hole opened in the air, swirling like fire wrapped in mist. Lucifer stepped before it and smiled.
“Come with me, my Laura.”
I followed—straight into the sky. We floated above the Earth, clouds curling beneath our feet.
Lucifer held me close as we flew through cities and seas. I saw faces of every color, towers of glass, and lights that never dimmed. We laughed, we kissed, we lingered in every place that sparkled.
Later, on a quiet island, we lay in the sand.
“Do you feel free now?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said shyly. “I never knew the world could feel this… open.”
He smiled—but before he could speak, a huge wave from the sea rose and tossed us upward. I screamed, then laughed as we floated on top of it.
“You did this?” Lucifer asked, laughing with me.
“Maybe,” I said, blushing. “Guess I’m getting good at my powers.”
He touched my hand, his tone softer. “Keep that fire, Laura. You’ll need it.”
We returned to Hell. But curiosity burned stronger in me. When Lucifer slept, I tried again—summoning a portal on my own.
It worked.
I stepped through and found myself in a quiet, glowing forest. The air shimmered like gold.
Then I saw him.
A figure resting against a tree, wings folded behind him. His presence alone made my chest tighten.
“Who are you?” I asked, my voice shaking. “How did you get here?”
The angel slowly raised his head. His eyes were piercing—ancient, blue, and cold.
He smiled faintly. “The question, Laura,” he said, voice echoing like light through glass, “is how you crossed into Potila.”
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