I woke early, earlier than Lucifer. I used that time to stared down at him. He truly was beautiful. His auburn hair framed his face as he slept, his features in a gentle and completely at ease position. He looked peaceful, not so stressed. I liked seeing him like this, so peaceful. We were both still skin to skin, his heart beating steadily under my palm. It still amazed me how small I was compared to them. My whole hand took up almost no space at all on his broad chest. Speaking of.
I looked down at my other palm, remembering the slight burning I felt as I fell asleep. The symbol there was still foreign to me, but the design, much like the others, was beautiful. I studied the difference between both palms, the marks were different, like I expected. Lucifers mark was golden, intricate de
