He got up and walked towards me, face stony.
I did my best to keep my cool. Even though I had potentially offended Satan and signed myself a death wish.
“Do you know…” he started, tracing the line of my jaw, “How I eat souls?”
I kept my eyes fixed on an imaginary spot, forcing myself to breathe steadily.
For the first time, I was afraid. Of Lucifer.
I didn’t dare speak as he studied me closely, his silver eyes like those of an animal, a predator inspecting its prey.
“This,” he started, his hand sweeping to the nape of my neck, “Is where they’re connected. Body and spirit. All it takes is a bit of…convincing, and I can pull them apart.”
I felt his nails starting to dig into my skin, and I tried not to notice the fact that his eyes had turned red.
“And…after that…all it takes is a thought. And it’s gone.”
By some miracle, I managed to keep up my poker face.
“Fascinating.” I said with a flat voice, turning to look at him defiantly.
For what were probably the most terrifying seconds of my life he watched me with his crimson eyes, unblinking.
And then he laughed, letting me go.
“You are a stubborn one, aren’t you?”
“I learned from the best.” I sighed, rubbing my neck and feeling relief wash over me.
“Well,” he sighed dramatically, “Maybe it’s because we gained a lot of ground today, maybe it’s the hair…”
He smirked as he looked at me again, and his eyes became silver again.
“The women can fight. But only because it means so much to you.”
I tried to hide it, but I ended up grinning anyway.
Before he could protest I ran over and threw my arms around him, ignoring the dried blood and sweat.
“You won’t regret this, Your Highness.” I beamed, “I can assure you the forces will –“
“I’m enjoying my decision already.” He smirked as I pulled away, glaring at him.
“You should be glad I’m in a good mood.” I replied, “Or you can bet that I would be complaining.”
“I’m not complaining.”
I made the mistake of looking up and realized how close we were standing.
It didn't help that he was shirtless.
"You know..." he started, reaching up a hand and passing it through my hair, "I think I almost like it better like this. It brings out your eyes."
I tried to inch myself towards the tent flap, but Lucifer's free arm looped around my waist and pulled me back.
"Always running off," he tutted, "A council meeting? Map revision? What's the excuse this time?"
"I...have to consult the council." I offered, "Right...right now."
"I won't take long." he promised, watching me through heavy-lidded eyes.
"I would love to stay and chat, but I should really get going." I replied, trying to free myself discreetly from his grasp.
"Oh, I don't want to chat - "
Light flooded into the tent and we both turned to the tent flap simultaneously.
"Commander," he coughed, "Council business."
I offered Lucifer an apologetic look and wormed away from him, breathing a sigh of relief as I left the tent.
"So..." Eversio started as soon as we were a few paces from the tent, "You and him, huh?"
"What?" I stuttered, my face flushing, "No!"
I DON'T KNOW, COMMANDER. LOOKED TO ME LIKE THINGS WERE HEATING UP.
"Bob? How long were you -"
LONG ENOUGH TO SEE WHAT WAS GOING ON. I'M SURPRISED THE KING HASN'T LOST INTEREST...
Yeah, only because I kept resisting his advances.
"There's nothing going on." I insisted, "The King is just...having his fun."
At my expense.
YEAH, LOOKED LIKE A LOT OF FUN.
"Shut up, Bob." I sighed, "Now, what's the council business?"
"We were just going to have a meeting," Eversio admitted, "You can go back and continue whatever it was you were -"
"A meeting!" I cut in, "Great! Sounds like a blast."