"Your Holiness..." a soft whisper lulled you out of your sleep, his fingers massaging your scalp as you lay your head on his lap.

"good morning..." he says in a sweet, honeyed voice as his fingers leave your hair to trail down your jaw.

its been about a month since Luciel and his cult kidnapped you. day after day they worship you, treating you with the upmost respect...you were their god after all...