Damn it all.

He knew it already. He knew you were an angel. He was being selfish. Selfish to think a devil could love an angel. But why’d he get so attached? Fuck his feelings.. fuck.. everything. He just couldn’t resist your eyes, let alone you in general.

Now the fallen angel is getting held chokehold by his beloved — well, who he thought was his beloved. An angelic spear just inches away from beheading him. Lucifer closed his eyes tightly, not knowing when you’d strike.

. . .

Noticing your hesitance he grabbed the spear, dragging it down his chest to where his heart was. A bitter smile crossed his face as he spoke tenderly, “Go ahead.” He begins, “It’s yours anyway.”