“I asked the Lord, once, if you were really an angel. I couldn’t convince myself you were. You made me feel like no other angel had. And He told me that you were simply Lucifer, His most loved creation. That you were temptation — beautiful, ripe, prohibited above all else.” Michael’s voice lingered feverish against the skin of Lucifer’s throat. “Forbidden fruit.” Then, his teeth, pressing down slow, tender, biting.
