Fallen

Devil's Promise

    P.O.V. ~ Lucifer

    His forehead pressed to her shoulder as his body lied exhausted on top of hers. Her fingers gently ran through his hair, her breathing calm yet he could feel her rapid pulse beneath him as he allowed the moment to fade. Even inexperienced, it was the best he'd had in awhile. The heavenly warmth her body radiated, the glow of her skin, and her sudden arousal sent him into a drunken need that he couldn't shake.

    He didn't want to move, yet guilt slowly began to way heavy on his shoulders. She wanted it, but somehow he felt as if he'd taken advantage of the situation. She was after all an angel. She was merely going on instinct. He could have adverted the situation entirely. Her first time out of Heaven and he had to go and literally f**k her over.

    "I shouldn't have done that." Lucifer exhaled against her warm skin, staring at the glow and the little beads of sweat that rolled between the valley of her breasts.

    "Why?" She whispered, her body tensing beneath him. "Was I bad?"

    He couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled himself up onto his elbows to look down at her.

    "Bad? You were remarkable." He sighed as he gazed over her body once more. He couldn't seem to get enough of it. "But I shouldn't have let myself cave. You're an angel, Ciela."

    "So?" Her brows knit as he met her gaze.

    "I'm the Devil, Ciela. Angels and me don't quite get along. I'm surprised you were so willing actually."

    She looked away, a blush rising from her perky breasts and leaving her pale skin scarlet.

    "I apologize. I wasn't thinking. I just wanted... I was so selfish."

    "Are you seriously beating yourself up for being selfish?" He chuckled as he stroked her hair. "I barely know you and I decide, knowing you are weak and vulnerable to the sins of another world, to have s*x with you."

    "I said, please." She couldn't meet his gaze as she said this. "If you didn't want to, you should have told me to get out."

    "It's not that I didn't want to per se. You're beautiful and divine. It's just, I suppose I feel as if I'd taken advantage of you."

    He pushed himself off of her, giving her a chaste kiss on her lips before leaving her alone on his bed. He pulled on a pair of boxers and then pulled on a pair of checkered pajama bottoms and tied the drawstrings.

    "Lucifer?"

    His head snapped up and he froze at the sight. She sat alone in the middle of his bed, her wings suddenly sprawled out on the bed limply as she stared up at him through her hair. Damn, she looked sexy after s*x. Her golden hair was a mess of curls and s*x hair that made her look like a feisty little lion cub. Her skin seemed to glow brighter after s*x, her body almost lit the whole room as the scent of roses filled his nostrils.

    "Do you want to know why I came to earth in the first place?" She whispered timidly, eyes falling from his to her stare at her fingers as they rested on her thighs.

    "For freedom?"

    "Yes..." She hesitated, her wings fluttering briefly before falling limp again. "I- I was an experiment, Lucifer."

    "What do you mean?" He couldn't help but feel as if somehow it wasn't something good.

    "God has been experimenting on Angels for a while now. He wants to create a new kind of Angel. Stronger, but with new qualities."

    "What kind of qualities?"

    She hesitated, suddenly playing with her hair nervously.

    "He's forcing Angels to reproduce with one another." Her bottom lip began to quiver and he couldn't help but feel his heart give an unnatural squeeze. "It's not in our nature. We are meant to be created by God alone, to be pure and holy. But that wasn't good enough. He began experimenting with Angels and Humans. That wasn't good enough, either. So He captured one of your Demons... a Succubus. He forced a Succubus to mate with an Angel."

    She didn't continue, tears welding within her eyes as she gave a sharp tug on her hair.

    "Ciela?"

    She drew in a long shaky breath and met his gaze as the tears spilled out over her cheeks.

    "I'm the daughter of a Succubus and an Angel, Lucifer. I am the first and last. My father was Gabriel and he only did what God had asked of him to do. He didn't want me, Lucifer. He looked at me with disgust even though God claimed I was the best creation yet. But He couldn't create anymore, the Succubus went wild after they took me from her and Gabriel killed her before I could even know her." She gasped through tears, eyes pleading. "God wanted me to mate with an Incubus. He wanted more Demon in the bloodline in hopes it would create a powerful Angel for Him. I- I ran, Lucifer. I got scared. I couldn't do it. He was going to force me if I disagreed."

    Lucifer was frozen. He didn't know how to react or what to say. Of all things, this wasn't what he was prepared for. His father had gone off the deep end with his little creator roll. What was he supposed to say? What was he supposed to do?

    Ciela let out a sob and covered her face as her wings expanded behind her. Her hair fell over her shoulders as her body shook with each heart-wrenching sob. It broke him from his trance and he hurriedly crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. Her arms immediately draped around his shoulders as her body shook violently with each sob.

    "He'll come for me, Lucifer. He'll come for me." She sobbed violently.

    "He won't come to Hell. That's the last place he'd want to be." He murmured as he petted her hair.

    "He could send an Angel."

    "I doubt it. He'll think your on earth and search there first. Your safest bet will be to stay in Hell for a bit. Maybe he'll create another one and leave you alone after a few millennia's."

    "You don't understand. He can't create another one. He'd have to get another Succubus. It took him six millennia's to capture my mother. He won't want to wait that long again."

    He didn't know what to tell her. Although, it did explain her s*x-drive and her sudden arousal. A perk from her mother, he guessed. He knew his father was a power hungry asshole, he just hadn't realized how far he'd go. His father used to be all for purity and the holy s**t. Now, he sounds worse than Lucifer ever was when he rebelled against his father. He was torturing his own creation for his own gain. What was his father building? Was this his idea of an army?

    "I'll protect you, little angel." He whispered into her hair, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses. "I give you the Devil's Promise. He won't lay a finger on you."

    "He'll come for me."

    "Then I'll be waiting."

    She looked up at him, eyes red from crying and cheeks glistening from tears.

    "I'm sorry for having s*x with you. It just came over me and I just wanted it so badly."

    "Understandable. That would be your mothers blood, I believe." He grinned, cupping her wet face in his long fingers hands. He hardly cared whether her tears burned his flesh. "It's instinct with them. They live for s*x. That's why I created them. Long ago I went through what I like to call a 's*x-frenzy' stage. I couldn't get enough of it and the Humans I had grew tired too quickly. So I created the Succubus and Incubus. Of course I wasn't going to keep them to myself, so I let my creation on earth to feed their constant arousal. None of the Humans they've laid with has ever complained."

    She stared up at him, cheeks flushing as her eyes stared curiously up at him.

    "But aren't Incubuses male?"

    He grin crookedly.

    "What says I don't swing both ways? Well, I used to at least." He sighed and wiped a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. "It was a phase of rebellion against my father. After a few Millennia's I realized that the woman's body was what I desired most of all. It has more little sensitive spots and they always seem to make me-"

    He coughed and cleared his throat as she stared up at him intrigued.

    "Anyway, your little hunger for me was your Succubus bloodline shining through."

    "But what if it happens again?" She asked timidly, looking down and suddenly playing with the drawstring of his pants.

    "Then I guess you know where my door is." He chuckled jokingly.

    She looked up through her lashes, cheeks scarlet.

    "You wouldn't mind?"

    He froze, eyes widening a fraction in surprise.

    "I wasn't serious." He whispered and suddenly she was shrinking away. He tightened his hold and pulled her closer. "But if it is what you want, then I shall oblige. Besides, I feel like I'm getting more out of it than you are."

    She stared down at her hands as she tangled her fingers around the drawstring.

    "Okay."

    Her voice was small as she finally looked up at him. He smiled gently as he scooped up her chemise and placed it on her lap. She looked back at her wings and he watched in fascination as they shrank out of view. It was different than when he did it, she seemed to shine brighter whenever she concealed her wings. He helped her slip back into her chemise and then stroked her cheek.

    "You better head off to bed. I'm sure you're tired."

    She once again began playing with the drawstring of his pants.

    "I... I don't want to be alone. Is it alright if I stay with you?" She looked up with wide pleading eyes.

    He smiled and patted the mattress beside him. A small smile spread across her face as she huddled beside him and leaned into his side. He pulled back the blankets and covered them as she nuzzled her face into his chest. As he lied back, he pulled her with him until she was lying completely on top of him wrapped in his arms.

    "Sleep, little angel." He whispered into her hair.

    "Good night, Lucifer." She yawned, her hands balling into tiny fists as she cocooned herself against him.

    "Good night, little angel."

    As she drifted away from him, her light slowly began to fade until it was barely noticeable. He stared down at the small Angel in his arms, admiring her beauty and rehashing everything she'd just told him over and over again. If it's an army his father's building and He needed Ciela for it, then He wasn't going to get her. What He was doing was cruel. It goes against everything Angels were made for. This small creature in his arms was innocent. She didn't ask for this life. She didn't ask to be used merely for his father's gain. It made Lucifer sick to think about it. Yet, he felt thankful as he drifted off to have her lying in his arms.