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Lucifer enjoyed cooking; he enjoyed most things about living. That was what angels were for — being joyful, worshiping the Lord through their joy. The young angel smiled at the thought, delighted their Father was so kind to let them spend all of eternity with Him happily.
‘How terribly lonely that must be, to be so beautiful that others think of you a thorn.’”
Lucifer felt the shadow of the colosseum drape upon them. “Will you win today?” “I would never allow myself to lose before you.” ‘He always wants to impress me.’ “I’ll be cheering for your opponent.” The archangel’s laughter was warm and hearty. “Hopefully my tears don’t impede my ability to wrestle.”
“Don’t think so much,” Baal told Lucifer, instead, with a surprising tenderness. “Or you’ll get lost in your mind one day, and I’ll never find you again.”
“Thinking so much of another angel — how embarrassing for you,” Lucifer teased and delighted in Michael’s spluttering. “But yes. Tea would be nice.”
This, this here, could be worship. ‘This—’ Lucifer pressed an innocent kiss to the prince’s sweet, divine mouth. This could be religion.
Embracing, bringing their mouths to lock. ‘Complete, He said, but I don’t want to be complete; I’d rather be split and become full with you.’ He’d part his legs. ‘Split me, here.’
‘There is another Eden, within me. I have it nestled between the heat of love. This is love.’ But when the sounds of heavy steps, approaching, came, they’d hastily rise. Gathering their clothes, taking each other’s hands, and laughing, they’d run away from Him, as fast they could. So that He doesn’t see, doesn’t notice. Two angels creating love, creating.
‘You do not desire me.’ A pleased smile on Lucifer’s lips, as he lifted a tender gaze to his beloved, stern archangel’s face. ‘Because you know I am already yours.’
‘In vain, I love you; in vain, the dawn streaming onto you, beside me; in vain, I want to be yours, your angel. Angel of love, angel of Michael.’
He screamed in agony, wailing, choking on it, sobbing more than he ever had, more than he ever would again. ‘you birthed lies shrieking and convulsing’ ‘nostalgia will lie to you’
“Apologize, I’m begging you, Lucifer, stop, I can’t do this— I don’t want to lose you—” “It was for us. It was always for us.”
