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“When I was in Heaven, sometimes I would sit at night and listen to your thoughts while you were in bed--"
"Aaaah!" I shriek, blushing. "You dirty hentai! Like the porn, do you?"
"I meant your thoughts while you're alone in bed," he replies with a wry smile. "After you're all done for the evening, and you're drifting off to sleep! Oh, Tahji--your soul is so lonely, although you'll never admit it. No," he smiles, holding up his hand as I open my mouth to protest "You cannot lie to the Son of God."
"You mean the Son of the Living Son of God."
He titters.
"Sounds like a horror movie.”
― Lioness DeWinter

“You look rather thirsty," a voice says from behind me, and I turn to face Benediction de la Lucia--the Devil himself. He is a striking man; his long, orange-red hair is as bright as a tropical sunset, and his skin is like freshly-fallen snow. His large, expressive eyes hold all colors, and I feel myself being drawn into them.
"G-good evening," I stammer. "I was just looking for--"
"I know whom you seek," he purrs "although I was hoping that you would agree to spend a little time with me, first." He tucks a wad of bills into my vest pocket and drapes his arm around my shoulder.
"I would be happy to, Lord de la Lucia," I smile, grasping him around the waist. "Do you Hunger?"
His eyes glide up and down the line of my body, and I feel a strong desire to swoon.
"Always," he murmurs "and please...call me Beni'."
The room is spinning, and reality is fading fast...I press my face against his chest and strive to cling to consciousness. He sweeps me up into his arms and carries me to one of the bedrooms, where he feeds from me...and all of a sudden, he is atop me, his snow-white wings outstretched. I feel as if I will die--the pleasure and pain are so intense. I can feel myself bleeding out and being reborn, over and over upon that silken bed, every nerve of my body alive with his essence. We are almost like one, body and soul...and then he pulls back and looks down into my eyes.
"You want something," he leers at me "or is it someone?" He sniffs the air. "I can smell it on your sex, My Darling! Don't be afraid to ask, young one--that's why I came to you! Love falls under my realm, Dearest...the human heart is full of darkness, yes?"
I curse at him in Japanese and try to push him off of me, but he holds me fast.
"Don't be so rude, Darling! I only want to help you! Matthieu-Michele can't do anything for you--he's simply out of his league! He's only a young God, still finding his footing! I am older than the ages, and I know what love is! I know the agony and the ecstasy and the razor's scar that it leaves upon the heart! I know of the poison and the betrayal and the all-consuming obsession! I have ridden the crest and scrabbled in the desolate valleys! I know what you want...I know whom you love...and I can make it happen for you--for a price."
"I don't make deals with the Devil," I hiss at him from between clenched teeth...”
― Lioness DeWinter