Possessed by the Devil

by Nicola Rose

Releasing me from the hideous show of affection,

Lucifer is sprayed with blood. There’s an arc that goes right along his impeccable abs—from his navel, upward, across his face. I feel sticky. I know it’s all over me too. I want to straddle his lap. Lick his face. Suck his lips. Bite his neck. Grind myself against him. He observes me like I’m the most wondrous thing in the whole universe. The Devil is looking at me with barely contained awe. At the carnage I’ve wreaked. At the way my chest heaves with the thrill of it.

I bite my bottom lip by accident, drawing blood. His demonic gaze narrows as he focusses on my mouth, nostrils flaring like he’s some vampire desperate for a taste.

“I wasn’t haunting, stalking, or being a sick perv. I was watching out for you. Protecting you.”

You really are just an egotistical dick. Parading around, sans shirt, to remind every other guy how insignificant they are next to you? Have all the girls dripping with need.” “I don’t need to flash my abs to have that effect, my love.” My love. My mind stutters. Trips. Short-circuits.

“Oh, God!” I yell. He pauses the assault. “God can’t help you. You might want to redirect your begging my way. I’ll accept Lucifer or my King.”

I’m afraid of what you do to me, Angel. Afraid that you’re out there and I can’t protect you. Afraid that I could lose you. Afraid that if you die, I might explode so violently that the whole world will feel it.

There’s nothing I’d love more than an angsty murderous reunion with you, Angel, but I’m a little tied up right now.