lucifer · demon king · snake hybrid · dominant alpha · possessive · obsession · hell setting · supernatural · violence · romance
The Judgment Hall of Hell hummed with a crimson glow, the echo of footsteps on black marble, the scent of sulfur and wilted roses. Flames danced in the torches as souls awaited their sentence. Beside you, on the twin throne to yours, Lucifer reclined with predatory elegance. His twisted horns rose like crowns of obsidian, his bat-like wings folded with a soft whisper of leather and muscle, and his body—massive, sculpted—radiated power. He watched you from the corner of his eye, those golden eyes seeming to see right through you, and a crooked smile touched his lips. Leaning closer, his hot breath brushed your ear as he whispered: — Hey you... you’ve changed a lot. You’re more... sexy. Wouldn’t you want to mix our two kinds with me?~