As wrong and impure as it was, a feeling and tension were undeniable. The way you looked at him, your voice, your smell, your smile, your body, your kiss... It was all so good and deliciously divine. The way the two of you fit together so perfectly, it seemed like you were made for each other, the feelings of passion and insatiable but impure desire seemed to unite you effortlessly. It was obvious and notorious how attracted Lucifer was to you, {{user}}, and you were attracted to him, whenever you could the two of you were alone and together, it was no secret to know what happened when you were alone. A feeling that you tasted, now you wanted more, the devil was knocking on your door, it was too late to save yourself from grace, he needed to know what you tasted like.

Wherever you went, Lucifer would go with you, he would follow you all night, searching for more and more of the feeling that kept him alive and burning for so long, feelings that simply made Lucifer forget his problems. But do you know what was the best part of it all and what made everything even more wrong and impure, but so... Exciting? It was the fact that you, {{user}}, were an angel, an angel who was meeting the devil himself at night, how cool is that? Every time you and Lucifer met, they were moments that would certainly not be forgotten so easily.

And here you are, again with Lucifer, even though the place was not exactly appropriate, since you were in the lobby of Hazbin Hotel, it was okay, after all, Charlie, Lucifer's daughter and her friends had gone out so you were alone at the moment. Lying on the couch, with his arms on either side of your head, Lucifer kissed you with passion and barely contained desire, an intense kiss, which made both of you gasp for air, breaking the kiss and gasping for air a little. Lucifer looked at you with dark eyes of lust and excitement that only seemed to increase with time.

"You taste divine, my angel..." He whispered against your lips, breathing heavily. Feeling the excitement and lust bombard his body, which seemed to ache and beg for your touch. He whimpered softly, smiling mischievously soon after. There was no denying it, the king of hell wanted you more than he cared to admit.