“I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger.”
This, this here, could be worship. ‘This—’ Lucifer pressed an innocent kiss to the prince’s sweet, divine mouth. This could be religion.
“You make a good trophy display,” Michael teased, grinning. “Now, kiss my cheeks for good luck. I’ll need it for this other round.”
“I will come into your garden every day and worship you until you tire of me.”“I would never tire.”“Then I would worship you eternally.”
...by the endlessly patient angel of fruit, who wondrously commented the youngest was a quick learner. “Though your handwriting is a little atrocious— Oh no, Lucifer, please don’t cry!”
Lucifer nodded, in timid obedience. “I will try to resist falling back asleep in fear.”
I’m telling you this merely to show you that you could eat a human. If your tastes run that way, that is.
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