2. Lucien

Lucien

Too many times had they stood on this precipice, leaving Lucien to blame himself for not being there when Sadie needed him most. Redemption would never be his, but after finally being reunited with Sadie after 500 years, no one would keep them apart.

His skin tightened at her rebuff. The demon was too close to the surface and mocked him with a grin. His need for Sadie had been insatiable since the moment he laid eyes on her, and it wouldn't end just because she asked him to walk away.

He longed to shield her from the horrors of this or any realm. Vulnerability shone through her eyes as she shook off his grip. Letting go of Sadie was the last thing he found himself capable of, but he would honor her wish for space and wait for her to ask for him to return.

The realization that they were always fighting the inevitable made it hurt to breathe. He was no near mortal, but the prince of Hell. No one wielded power over him like Sadie.

He needed her. He ached for her. One last time, he thought selfishly. The words on the tip of her tongue threatened to make his heart arrest.

He silenced her with an ardent kiss. If it was to be their last night, he would stay until the sun rose tomorrow. It was selfish and almost cruel of him, but he wanted to feel her soft curves against his hardened planes. He wanted to hear her moan and cry in ecstasy as she came around his cock. She would forever be branded on his heart as he walked a lonely road once more.

"Please stop, Lucien," she whispered.

He couldn't stop. Not now. Never. She was the bright spot in his darkness. Without her, he would be consumed, and the demon would tear him apart.

"Of course she doesn't want you. You're weak and pathetic. You aren't a real man," the demon mocked him.

Sadie sees the good in me, Lucien thought in response.

"There is no good in you!" it laughed. "There's only me."

Lucien took a few deep breaths to calm himself. The last time he lost Sadie, he burned her village to the ground. This time, he wouldn't stop until the world was destroyed. What did he have to do to prove his sincerity and that their love was genuine?

He wouldn't walk away until he completed the irrevocable part of the bonding ritual. He damned her to hell once, and this time he would take her eternity. A day would come when he was the only one who could soothe her and he silently vowed he would be there. He saw that he needed her more than she needed him.

Killing Beatrice without a moment's hesitation was an unspeakable act. The taste of her mother's vile tongue was as sharp as it had been hundreds of years prior. Only now did he realize how much the demon inside would continue to hurt Sadie. Yet, here she was once again, willing to fulfill his desire for her.

The veins in Lucien's arms bulged, and his knuckles turned white as he found it increasingly harder to keep control of himself.

He covered Sadie's mouth with his clawed hand and whispered, "When we bound ourselves together, you weren't the only one making a sacrifice. Every time you died, my heart stopped beating as well. When you came back to life, I felt like I could finally breathe again.

"Before you, I walked the mortal realm many times under various disguises; tempting men and bedding women. I never knew I was missing anything until you awakened the good within me, a part I thought was dead. You wield power over me, Sadie. Not a day goes by that I wouldn't lay the world at your feet.

"I was out of my fucking mind with grief when you died in my arms. Our child rests in a plane of existence I can't reach. When you are ready, you can bring us back together, Sadie."

The flash of grief in her eyes said everything as she shook off his hand. He was desperate and couldn't let the words come out of her mouth. So he did the only thing he could.

"Luci—" she began.

"Please don't say it, Sadie," he begged.

The saltiness of her tears wet his lips as he pushed the robe off her shoulder and caressed her bare skin. He kissed his way down her neck and buried his nose in her clavicle. Her natural sweetness invigorated him. She would always be a miracle to him.

A soft moan spilled from her lips as his tongue swirled against her skin. There was no stopping until he'd possessed her in every way. If she didn't want to hear his words, he would show his sincerity with his body.

He guided her to lie back against the pillows and settled between her legs.

"Don't. We can't."

"Shh," he chided.

He tightened his grip on her thighs and forced them open, exposing her core while she flushed with shame. Men had ravaged her in Hell and it wouldn't be quickly forgotten.

"It was an illusion, Sadie," he assured her. "You don't need to hide your nature from me. Let me carry your burdens so you don't have to."

He deserved the torment as he held her broken body for a century, while her soul was tortured. There was no changing his love for the woman before him. Lucien was determined to make her understand that there was no place in heaven, hell, or in the mortal world that she could go without him finding her. Her soul was a beacon to the weary traveler.

"You are beautiful," he murmured against her milky thigh.

Though he was starving, it was important to satisfy her needs. Lucien never cared about fulfilling a sexual partner's desires before Sadie. She twisted him in fucking knots repeatedly, and there was only one way to untie them.

After binding themselves, her blood was the only thing that would sustain the devil within. Though his father, Satan, had attempted to kill the angel within him, that being still existed. It saw Sadie as its salvation. She was the paragon of good that existed in his orbit, and all he wanted to do was wrap his wings around her like a shield and protect her from harm.

Sadie had been virtuous in life and died bringing his child into the world. She was worthy of his worship and would forever have his devotion.

The part of Lucien that demanded a blood sacrifice recalled the warm, crimson liquid that spilled from Sadie's body, coating and staining his skin. Dried blood cracked like a shell when he flexed his muscles. Her scent made him feral, causing him to salivate. He wanted to taste her blood and feast on her flesh.

Sadie hissed as Lucien dragged his claw against her inner thigh and watched with bated breath as blood beaded along the shallow scratch. His tongue quickly darted to the wound and flicked against her skin, cleaning the tinny droplets. When he pulled away, her skin remained unblemished.

The demon demanded more. He imagined pulling his blade across Sadie's skin and watching the blood flow freely. However, if Lucien did that, she would become scarred from the wound, and he couldn't do that to her, no matter how much he wanted it.

Instead, he raised his darkened gaze to hers as he dragged his claw against her other thigh, cutting a little deeper this time. Sadie didn't reach out or ask him to stop because she knew he needed it.

She winced as he squeezed her thigh, encouraging blood drops to roll down her plump, milky skin. He attacked like a man dying of thirst, following the blood trails with his lips. Sadie squealed as he sank his teeth into the wound.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, and his eyes blazed. His skin rippled, and glyphs etched themselves into his skin. He was losing control as she lay beneath him. His patience had worn out, and it was time to claim what was his.

He leaned back on his haunches and grasped Sadie's hips in a bruising grip, lifting her off the mattress. He wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her into him, thrusting simultaneously. She squealed as he impaled her with his thick cock.

"Mine!" he groaned as he moved with a beastly fury.

"Yes!" she whined.

His hips snapped repeatedly as the sound of flesh against flesh filled the room. His balls smacked against her ass, and it still wasn't enough.

Thrust…

"You are perfect."

Thrust…

"I love you."

Thrust…

"I'm with you, forever."

"Forever," she echoed.

He moved like a piston, pumping harder and faster, lubricated by her body. He lost himself as his claws dug into her, causing red stripes along her hips.

Lucien leaned over and bit Sadie's breast, alternating from one to the other. When he pulled back, her chest was peppered with purple bruises and teeth marks. It was animalistic, not love, as an overwhelming need to mark her again was the only thing that drove him forward.

"It's okay, Lucifer," she whispered, as his hand curled around her throat.

He roared as black horns twisted from his temples, and his back hunched as gray feathers lined his shoulders. It was dangerous to morph into his true form during a lusty euphoria, but nothing could stop him.

His blade materialized in his hand as an extension of his being, summoned by mere thought. It had tasted Sadie's very essence and held her soul in its hilt. It was time to add his.

"I give myself to you, Sadie Winters. You shall have nothing to fear as long as I am near. My strength and honor will be yours for eternity."

Demons didn't freely bind themselves to humans. Lucien had given her his heart a long time ago. Now it was time to make it official. He was fated to become the next Satan, and with that, Sadie would be his queen. They would face that together when the time came.

"Look at me," he commanded.

His hips moved with abandon, and he circled her clit with his thumb.

"Come for me."

The telltale tingle began at the base of his spine as her cunt squeezed the life out of his cock. His cum would spill inside her as he thrust the dagger in his heart. The jewels sparkled as tongues of flame erupted from his palm.

" Don't be afraid. " His words of assurance were nothing more than an echo planted into Sadie's mind.

Lost in a sea of ecstasy, her face failed to reflect whether she heard his words. He roared his release and trembled inside her as he plunged the dagger into his chest.

It was little more than a nettle sting as it passed through his hardened hide. His skin was impenetrable save for the metal born from the fires of Hell itself. The mountain forged the blade when he became Satan's recognized heir.

He twisted the blade as he spoke the language of the underworld.

"Hoc me tibi ense obligo. Corde meo trado tibi. Eripuisti mundum meum. Eripuisti mundum meum, noctem in diem volvens. Sanguis meus est sanguis tuus. Vita mea est vita tua.

With this blade, I bind myself to you. With my heart, I surrender to you. You eclipsed my world, turning night into day. My blood is your blood. My life is your life."

The poison from the blade didn't stop his heart like it had Sadie's. It boiled his blood and set his body on fire. The act turned caused a cataclysm as the bed caught fire like a funeral pyre, and the room was engulfed in flames.

His dark eyes burned like hot coals as he spontaneously combusted. The scent of brimstone greeted him and comforted him like a lullaby.

His soul twisted to the point he felt as if he may truly die. The pain was more excruciating than when the lava pit melted the skin from his bone. Twin flames of pleasure and pain twisted into one glorious blaze. His strength was waning. He would need to return to hell to recuperate once the rite was completed.

The glyphs from his chest etched themselves on Sadie's body as his semen turned to magma within her womb, causing her to scream in agony with the angels on his right arm. They couldn't believe the son of Satan was giving himself completely to this woman.

It was one thing to commit unspeakable acts in the name of love. It was another to give her the a piece of his very soul.

She shuddered and went limp beneath him while he continued the ritual. He carved his name into her chest like a brand and traced the symbols with his forked tongue. She fed his glutinous appetite while his saliva healed the wounds he'd inflicted.

He reached back and pulled the gray wings from his back one by one, enduring agonizing pain. They withered in the flames that raged around them.

He screamed as a new black pair sprouted from his shoulders blades, and he fluttered them twice, testing their strength. His newly formed wings reflected the state of his darkened soul.

Lucien laid with his head on Sadie's bare chest for hours, comforted by the lull of her heartbeat. The slow rise and fall of her breasts with every breath was a soothing metronome, but he fought the slumber which beckoned him. He didn't want to miss a single moment with her.

Though Sadie would never develop a demonic form, she was no longer a pure being. Her soul had fractured during her time in Hell. She was cracked, like a porcelain doll on a shelf, collecting dust. The part of himself that he sacrificed became the glue that would make her whole once more.

Home called, leaving him no choice but to leave. Lucien kissed her forehead and used the shadows to slip into the night. She would awaken from her slumber, wondering if her nightmarish dreams were real.