The Devils Lover [Open for 1]

[NekoMata]

The Devils Lover [Open for Any]

Lucifer smiled looking out of the window of the luxurious penthouse apartment located in Los Angeles. The City of Angels...how ironic a name considering the purpose of Lucifers presence. The door to the bedroom opened and a man stepped out. He was gorgeous, well built and leanly muscled with olive skin and hazel eyes. His lips were full and kissable and his hazel eyes smolder with lust as he approached. He stood behind Lucifer and smiled. "Come back to bed love." he said in a deep voice that would send tremors down any man or womans spine. Lucifer turned to look at him and smiled touching the side of his face. "Sorry love....but I no longer have any use of you....burn in hell."

His eyes shone with fear as Lucifer leaned in and bestowed and single kiss on him. The man burst into flames and Lucifer headed for the bedroom. Standing in the mirror Lucifer gave a smile and picked up a brush. It was time to go out on the town and find yet another soul to burn. While her brother also known as Lucifer had to stay in the pits of Hell his double had all the freedom to play. And play she did. I mean who would expect that the Devil was indeed a girl.

Luce, as she preferred to be called, along with her brother had been angels once. Near identical except for a few minor difference and thier beauty and talent was reknowned. And why shouldn it be. Luce's skin was the color of artisan made milk chocolate and devoid of any imperfection. Her face was that of child like innocence with a soft full mouth and large eyes rimmed in thick dark lashes. Her eyes themselves where a violet that verged on burgundy. She was slenderly built but didnt lack for curves and her bust was a 32C. Shd was a mere 5'4 in height and weighed about 105 pounds. Her hair was raven black hued with purples blues and evn silvers so that it shimmered like dark water. She had a singing voice that could make even angels weep. And she had been happy in heaven....until her brother had fucked it all up.

She lamented her descent in to Hell and she despised God for punishing her for the sins of her Brother. So she lived in between, far from Heaven and Hell. Sometimes she caused mischief and sometimes good...but it all hinged on her mood. She had adapted her Heaveny singing to rock music and did pretty well as a musician. So she could afford the luxuries. But the one thing she wanted could not be brought. And that was a companion worth keeping.

She slid into her slinky black leather mini dress and Demonia boots brushing her hair and pinning it up with a dragon pin so it fell over her left eye and shoulder. Fixing her makeup so thather dark eyes looked even darker she smiled. Grabbing her keys she stepped over the pile if ashes on the floor. Tossing the door open she got ready to head in to the night. If she couldnt find a man worth her time in Heaven or Hell maybe there would be one on Earth.

 

[Pix]

He had just turned out the light in his office not but twenty minutes ago, and like every night when he works late, he had stepped into the lounge on the ground floor of the building he worked in. It was a trendy spot, but laid back and relaxed. It was almost like stepping into the past when he walked into Faust's, it was molded in an early 1960s image. Overstuffed leather furniture was arranged around the floor, in front of a stage where piano, jazz, and lounge singers crooned to old standards by Etta James and such. The only thing missing was the clouds of cigarette smoke, but the modern day smoking bans in 2012 made that an impossibility.

Corbin Hammett worked above the cool paradise of Faust's, in fact 32 floors above Faust's, in the law office on the top floor. His corner office provided him with a view of the dynamic city below. He worked as a corporate attorney, specializing in mergers and acquisitions. His gifted mind and cool confidence worked well with his intimidating presence. He was 6'3", just under 200 well shaped pounds, thick brown hair that showed no signs of gray or thinning at 35, and fairer Irish skin. It was no wonder he was the youngest partner in the history of the firm.

Like every night he worked late he was in Faust's, sipping on his 18 year old single malt Macallan scotch. It was his first of the night, and usually after a 13 hour day at the office, he drinks three to five of them at Faust's and usually one more at home. He had breezed through his life, putting in what one would see as hard work effortlessly. His law practice, although a great revenue source, was starting to bore him. The women he had conquered never could keep his interest. No, sitting and sipping scotch at Faust's while he heard a brilliant rendition of an Inkspots song was the only thing he had 'fun' with. He was wanted a new challenge, he just didn't know where to start looking.

 

[NekoMata]

Lucifer sighed softly as she headed into the horribly drab bar. She hated going to Fausts but somehow, dealling with one of her now ashed exes she had built up a tab. The only upside was that she was definately drawing looks. I mean its not everyday that a girl dressed in all leather strolls into a bar filled with uptight buisness types. She was well aware of all the eyes on her as she sauntered across the bar her hips swaying seductively. She smiled softly as she leaned her fore arms on the bar. The top of her breasts spilled slightly from her top.

"Give me...whatever your best glass of red wine is." she said favoring the bartender with a wicked smile.

The male smiled and brought her a glass intentionally brushing her fingers. Lucifer rolled her eyes and turned her back on him. He wasnt her type, not at all. Moving she made her way to a quite corner and she sipped from her glass. She always started with a glass of wine and she rarwly spoke. She didnt know why but she felt that this night may just hold a few surprises for her after all.

 

[xxDragonBakexx]

The reflection in the mirror of the shiny black suit covering Father Gabe Stinson's body looked mostly the same as the one he wore in the picture wedged between the frame and the glass of the mirror. But it felt a lot heavier today than it had since... ever. He had pledged his life to God and had never not for once regretted it. Truth was, really, that he still didn't regret it.

I'm will not stop serving you. Gabe thought. When he completed the cross on his chest, he wiped his eye with a knuckle. "Now or never," he spoke aloud.

He kicked off his shoes and started undressing. He felt something in his soul break when he pulled the collar from his neck and toss it on the floor. With all clothes torn from his body, he stayed on his hands and knees on the rough wooden floor of his sleeping room. The tears had started slow, but he was in an all out weeping, now. A strand of wet snot and spit hung from his nostrils and lips to the floor. He slowly stood and the liquid from his mourning fell to his chin and splashed and clung to his bare chest.

The image in the mirror now definitely looked different. The slight grey at his temples seemed more evident in the pale light of his skin. The soft areas around his belly were more acquainted with gravity. The most obvious different, though, stood proud beneath the belly. Blood pushed at the limits of the rarely before stretched skin of his penis.

It felt like all the heat of his body forced itself into the new handle of his body, and his body shook. He collapsed toward the mirror and caught himself on the surface of the small dresser. His face and upper body consumed the mirror's reflection, hiding his screaming groin. He wanted to smile at his reflection.

He had always been so proper and always looked so proper and always... felt so proper. Now, the pale, pink eyed face dripping snot to his chest mocked him, but he more than felt proper, he accepted proper. "Those closest will mock. The family trusts last," he said to the reflection.

He leaned toward the mirror to view the back of his right shoulder. He reached back and rubbed one of the hard-capped tumors growing from his back. They were like a narrow forest of growths spreading down and across his back. He first noticed them last Autumn getting ready for the Saint Bennet Bingo Festival. He had tried to dismiss. He had tried cut one out. He had tried to find stigmata.

He shook his head and stood from the dresser and turned from the mirror. He kicked his discarded suit across the room and grabbed the bag containing his purchases. First the tape- he pushed his throbbing cock against his thigh and taped it lightly down. Wearing jeans and that boner concurrently was impossible. He got the jeans up and buttoned.

His cock was hot against his thigh and he could see the bulge a little in the pants, but it wasn't really noticeable if you didn't already know what was there. He wiped the snot and spit from his chest and face and pulled on his new shirt. It had an image of a tortured arms on a cross extending down the length of the sleeves. I will tattoo my arms with this, he thought. It was sin to mark your body with graven images of the dead, but Jesus still lived.

He did not brush his hair, leaving the graying and thining hair messy and scattered. He pulled a pair of boots that were strangely comfortable considering the rough hewn and buckled leather covering the surface. He exited.

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An hour later he entered the closest bar to the monastery. He did not look at the sign; he just entered. He sat. He ordered - gin and tonic. He waited. He knew what was coming.

 

[Pix]

Corbin sipped his scotch when he saw the most brilliant head of hair he had ever seen. It was a deep black that shimmered with purples and blues. He was mesmerized. The way the hair shone in the low-lit atmosphere of Faust's was otherworldly. When the woman under the hair stood up from the bar and sauntered over to a corner, Corbin noticed everything else as well. She was dressed all in leather that hugged her curves tightly. Her milk chocolate cleavage was barely contained by the seductive attire. Corbin thought that this may be his challenge.

He waited for her to sit down in the corner. He finished his scotch and ordered his second. Once he had the glass in his hand, he walked over to the corner booth where the woman with the magnificent hair had sat. With no hesitation, Corbin slid into the booth across from her and looked into her eyes. They were as foreign to Corbin as the deep midnight of her hair. He was intimidated, but knew he couldn't show it. With confidence he smiled and said, "I think you turned everyone's head in here with that outfit."

 

[NekoMata]

The corners of her mouth twitched upward with mild amusement as she glanced at her new compainion. She crossed her arms on the table in front of her and tilted her head slightly so that her hair fell out of her eyes. She lifted her glass to her mouth, taking a sip and then wiping off the rim of the glass slowly with the tip of her finger before swiping it off on her tounge.

"I would suppose so." she said with a hint of amusement in her voice, "So two whom do I owe the pleasure of such...unexpected...company?" She studied him openly, scanning him from head to toe her eyes reflecting no opinion. She gently placed her glass on a coaster on the table and interlaced her fingers, resting her cheek on the back of her hands. Perhaps she would find herself a new plaything after all tonight. In the drab confines of Fausts' it almost seemed insane to hope. But then again, seduction was the Devil's game. So who better to play, against all odds, then her.