Lightbearer
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“You know. Bowchicabowwow?” He blinked slowly, like a cat who’s just witnessed you eating cheese out of the bag at two a.m.. “Excuse me?” I sighed. “You know, how sometimes when an underworld demon lord loves a lightbearer very much and they wanna make a little army of the infernal damned…” His hand met his face and I knew at least he got my drift. “Can you ever just speak plainly?” “Sure. I’ve kind of gotten myself psyched up for all this paranormal bullshit, so are you gonna fuck me or not? That plain enough?”
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“The ritual’s done,” I reminded him. “And from what you told me, Hell’s under a quarantine, so you can’t just go get another lightbearer. I figure that gives me a buffer.”
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When he did show up, he was usually distracted, moody and short on words, so it was basically like we’d jumped from the wedding to year ten, but all things considered…
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I have other concerns.” “Such as?” “At first, making sure that you weren’t being used to gather intelligence.” “What makes you think I’m not?” “Your general ineptitude, for one,”
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“He has two modes. Hopeless incompetence and mad genius. There is no inbetween.” “Aww. You think I’m a genius?”
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“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Apollyon asked once we were alone. “Um. Can I keep her?” I asked hopefully.
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“Her?” “It’s rude to assume the archangel who bought my soul is a dude.” “All archangels are men, Levi.” “Well, that’s sexist.”
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Apollyon pulled his unnecessarily long finger out of my heart and I started coughing blood up all over his nice white pirate shirt. I swear, he’s the only guy who can pull off a shirt like that. I just look like someone’s uncle got lost in Epcot, y’know?
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You’re talking about a twenty-four-seven fuckfest for the next month, co-starring me and your freaky demon dick,” I informed him. “I don’t think I’m out of line expecting at least a little foreplay in the romance department.”
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“I’m interested in preserving the status quo, not rebellion. That’s Lucifer’s game.” “And yours is what?” “Mediocrity,” he answered. “It’s surprisingly underrated.” “The angels must love you.” “Hardly,”
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“Been a while, hasn’t it?” he taunted, palming my stiff cock through the tight leather. “Since I fucked a demon? Yeah.”
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“I’m going to be filling you with energy that you will gestate to term. Impregnation is the term that fits best.”
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“The hell is that supposed to do?” “It’s to make you more comfortable.” “Seriously? I’m sitting spread eagle in front of you so you can size me up to be your hellspawn incubator and a towel over my dick is supposed to make me comfortable?”
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“Claiming you means going up against Lucifer,” he answered. “It’s an act of sedition, punishable by eternal death if I fail.” “Eternal death?” I echoed. “Is that like the extended edition of a DVD?” “Director’s cut.” I winced. “Yikes.”
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“You are a very strange human. Has anyone ever told you that?” “Often,” I answered, leaning up so my lips could brush his. “But coming from you, it sounds like a compliment.”
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It was hard to tell when I’d started seeing it as my own, but he made it clear he didn’t feel the same way whenever I left my socks on the floor. Anal retentive bastard for a demon, but damn, he was pretty.
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“I’m thinking of Stevie. Works well across genders. Wonder, Nicks, you can’t go wrong.” “'Legion' would be more appropriate,” Maiz said flatly. I considered it. “Try finding that on a custom souvenir.”
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“How are you feeling today, lightbearer?” “We’ve been over this. Your finger’s been up my ass, I think you can call me Levi.” “Sardonic as usual,”
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“What did you do?” “Me?” I cried, sitting up in the hospital bed. “Whenever I get called from work by panicked demons, it’s always because you’ve done something,”
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He pulled up my shirt and pressed his palm against my stomach. I immediately felt the dormant energy surge up to greet him, like heat spreading through my torso. It was kind of freaky, and conjured images of the Alien movies, but also kind of sweet in a horrifying monster movie way. “Aww. It knows you’re its daddy,” I gushed.
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"Are you talking about the erased memories or the fact that I stole the guy you sold your soul to?" I ask dryly. "Because after you stole my favorite jacket, I think we're even."
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“You did wonderfully. She’s… well, she’s perfect.” “I’d say I didn’t have much control over that, but considering that she went from super premie to full term in like a day because of my imagination, I’m actually gonna take credit.” “As you should,” he says, kissing me once again. “I’ll be right back.”
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“I wanted to name her Pat Benatar Snookie the Third, but Apollyon said no.” “You know, the fact that I’m your twin and I’m still not a hundred percent sure you’re joking should concern you. How’re you feeling?”
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Life is pain and guilt and all the ugly things we try to push away to make room for what makes it worth living.”
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“I’m an echo,” he answers, his gaze softening. “A fragment of someone who lives on only inside of you, but all it takes is a fragment--a shard--to break a diamond.” “Maiz,”
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Because this is all there is. Forever. And that’s okay, because being here in this not-place forever means they’ll keep on living in the real world, and that’s all that matters. Because the only way to truly live forever is to live on through the people you love.
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“Real is relative, but I’d say I’m about as real as you are right now.”
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“It’s a good thing you brought me back. You’re both useless without a butler.” “There it is,” I sigh, looking up at Apollyon. He stares down at me in confusion. “There’s what?” “The most important part of the story,” I answer, leaning up to kiss him. “The happily ever after.” “Story, huh?” Apollyon snorts, slipping his arms around my waist. “A horror, perhaps?” “Nah,” I say, smiling. “Definitely a romance. You’ve got the long, flowing hair and cape and everything.” “Good to know,”
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Technically, it’s the end of our story--but that’s the thing about a romance, the thing that makes it different from every other kind of story. The end is just the beginning, and as for the most important part? Yeah. They lived happily fucking ever after. The End.