Page 96 of Caressed By Sin
All I could do was freeze in terror.
To run would be to instantly meet my death.
Angels were God's first animals—super primal. If one ran, they chased, even if they hadn't intended on meaning the person any harm. It was simply in their nature.
Why. . .did he come?
I watched Lucifer, waiting for him to move or say something.
My heart boomed in my ears.
Even though the temperature lowered to freezing, sweat beaded along my forehead.
I studied him, trying to get a clue of why he had come.
Seven feet tall, Lucifer had these black eyes that were as endless as the deepest abyss. I'd watched many creatures fall into them and never find the bottom, causing them to just stand in silence, frozen with their mouths open for days, until they finally collapsed to the ground and died.
That tickled Lucifer.
His long, wavy black hair curled at the ends and outlined his face that was personally carved by God and always wearing a wicked yet welcoming smile.
His skin shimmered as if made of tiny diamonds and dusted with hints of gold. And his body was as hard as steel and impossible to shatter.
He wore all black—designer pants and a long sleeve top that hugged his muscular frame.
Lilith had told me that when humans invented clothing, her brother began to envy them.
All in the dark world knew that Lucifer took great pleasure in his appearance.
Lucifer clapped some more and then placed his hands into his pants.
Is this about Ferkos? Why would he care?
Lucifer had his gigantic wings out too, which I didn't think was a good sign. Usually he kept them hidden and tucked away within his many illusions.
Today, those long black wings towered behind him and were spread wide, showing the power they possessed. They were made up of thousands upon thousands of soft inky black feathers. Sunlight bounced off his feathers, creating a golden halo around the enormous wingspan. The wings alone were a precious sight to behold, if one could get over the fact that they were attached to a brutal monster.
The top of the wings pointed and looked so sharp as if they had the ability to tear at the sky, opening the veil between Heaven and Earth.
Surely, he'd tried for a many a millennia.
He'd also shielded his scent from me which was why he had been able to startle me. His smell was impossibly hard not to notice. It was death covered in strawberries, sulfur coated with melting sugar, all topped with the fragrance of sex swirling along the pages of a Bible.
Minutes passed in silence.
I continued to follow proper protocol.
One did not just speak to Lucifer.
They remained silent until he requested them to elaborate.
One did not just ask him questions.
They simply answered.
He spoke with ancient words. He always found human languages to be beneath him.
Still, all I could think of was to get Fatou out of the area. Slowly, I placed my hand to the side to give the vines an order.
