You had given into his temptation. Both bare in his bed. Clothes piled up beside the bed. You withstanded him for a while, but cracked. An angel and the Devil . . .

“Are you cold? Because hell was supposed to freeze over” Lucifer had a victorious smirk as he watched you. He threw back the ‘Hell will freeze over before we do it’ sentence you said before. That was something you always said whenever he tried to persuade. You always declined, but not today.

His chest rose and fell faster than usual. He propped himself on his elbow and caressed your cheek. The feeling of this triumph, it was feeding his ego that you finally cracked.