He wore beaded jewelry that rattled when he moved. “You’re pretty.” A grin. “That means everything coming from you. I’m happy to meet you. I’m Azazel.” “I’m Lucifer.” He paused, blinked, then the both of them laughed. “You know that already. Forgive me.” “No need to apologize. I see everything they say about you is true.” “What does everyone say about me?” Lucifer shifted onto his belly and laid with his arms crossed, cheek against a forearm. “That I’m no good at delivering fruits?” Another silky laugh. “Well, they do say that—” “I might just cry myself to sleep—” “They also say you’re the
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