There were, in fact, a hundred reasons I should’ve stopped to reconsider. Things like my wings turning dark in the Demon Realm, possible attacks from demons, or maybe even the environment being completely unfit for angels. But I didn’t ask a single one.
Because Lucifer was holding my hand.
We arrived at the gates of Shima, only to run into Sariel returning from the altar. He glanced at our interlocked hands, clearly considered taking a detour, but Lucifer called out.
“I have business in the Demon Realm. I might return late.”
“The Demon Realm? But isn’t Sancta Faylia going to—” Sariel froze mid-sentence, then quickly shut his mouth after catching the look in Lucifer’s eyes. “Your Highness, if you’re going to the Demon Realm, please take me with you.”
“No.” Lucifer’s answer was curt. No explanation.
“But I really want to go! Please, Your Highness, take me along!”
“No.”
“Your Highness!” Sariel looked on the verge of throwing himself to the ground. “Please, please let me come! I swear I’ll vanish the moment you two need privacy. I just… really want to go!”
I blinked. “Privacy…?”
“I don’t like being interrupted. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Sariel wiped at his eyes, tears brimming, and ran off.
I watched Sariel’s pitiful, small-animal-like figure disappear into the distance, then turned to Lucifer in confusion. “Your Highness, do you actually have business in the Demon Realm? I mean, I *do* want to go, but I can take a hint… so if I’m intruding—”
I never got to finish that sentence. Lucifer, as if he hadn’t heard a word, took my hand and soared out of Shima with me in tow.
I’m not sure what event was going on that day, but flocks of six-winged angels were flying into the city, either from outside or headed toward Sancta Faylia from all directions. Naturally, Lucifer and I flying openly through the sky, hand in hand, attracted more than a few glances. I’d thought he was just holding my hand for the moment, but he didn’t seem to have any intention of letting go. As time went on, my nerves only grew worse. My heart rate was way up, and all the calorie burn left me hungry.
Lucifer suddenly said, “There’s a place that serves food that’s not bad. Want to stop by?”
“Yes!” I blurted. Lucifer, you really *are* an angel!
The Commander of the Archangels’ flight speed was, as expected, completely beyond anything I could hope to match. I figured with him pulling me along, we’d make it to the Demon Realm in no time. But just as we left Shima, he pointed down beneath our feet, and a layer of golden light surged upward from the ground.
In the blink of an eye, we were inside the Demon Realm.
Of course, leave it to an archangel to be that lazy. The sudden teleportation reminded me of Metatron’s birthday… a day I’d rather not recall. The Demon Realm still looked as eerie as ever, like a wandering femme fatale, equal parts terror and temptation.
Lucifer retracted his wings, and while he was at it, retracted mine too. Then he gave my palm a little squeeze.
“Don’t go touching random things down here,” he said. “You’ll get hurt. Understood?”
I nodded obediently.
We descended the dark red steps layer by layer. Unlike Heaven’s eternal mist, the sides of the staircase here were lined with bubbling magma. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, let go of his hand, and shrugged off my outer robe. Lucifer immediately reached over, took the garment, and draped it over his wrist. Then he traced a circle in the air, and a chill mist curled around his hand. He took my hand again.
I didn’t know Lucifer was a walking centralized AC.
Red-black bats flitted over tangled brambles and black-violet wild roses.
After spending so long in Heaven, the Demon Realm felt surprisingly refreshing. Everything here was clearly behind in terms of city planning, architecture, and infrastructure. We didn’t pass any grand buildings, just a variety of demonfolk: ghosts, hellhounds, slave-masters herding skeletal warriors, and the occasional minotaur or satyr… but not a single devil.
“Your Highness,” I asked, “aren’t devils supposed to have long ears, sharp horns, pointy tails, red eyes, and bone wings? How come I haven’t seen a single one?”
“You’ve mixed up the terms,” Lucifer said calmly. “The ones with horns and tails are lesser devils. Archdevils only have pointed ears, and they tend to be tall and powerfully built. But whether they’re greater or lesser, both are considered intelligent demonkin. Most of them stay in the capital, Laim.”
“Ah… there’s a capital?”
“Of course. Laim’s fairly prosperous. Though, truthfully, it’s the only place in the entire realm worth seeing. The rest, as you can tell, is still rather undeveloped.”
I glanced around. “Why is that? Aside from the lack of sunlight, the natural conditions here don’t seem too bad…”
“Demonic flora and fauna don’t require sunlight.” Lucifer pointed to the black-violet roses growing by the roadside. “They thrive on darkness. The deeper the darkness, the stronger they grow. It’s just that the current Demon King, Hadar, is rather dim. After coming into contact with us, he realized demonkind has a much shorter lifespan and stands no chance in a real war. So now he hides out in Laim every day, indulging in decadence.”
“Is that why the demons haven’t attacked us?”
“Partly. The demons around here are mostly low-tier. If you don’t attack them first, they don’t even register you as an enemy. The other reason is that Hadar gave a standing order: demons are not to attack angels unless in self-defense. But greater demons are bloodthirsty by nature so they don’t exactly obey him. They’re naturally averse to anything bright… and yes, they do like the taste of angels.”
“They… eat angels?” I swallowed hard. “Let’s, uh, eat something ourselves first?”
Lucifer chuckled at the look on my face and was about to lead me to a fairly large restaurant when two shrill voices piped up behind us:
“Shishika, look! Isn’t that Lord Luchacha?”
“Ahhh! It is, it really is! Lord Luchacha!!”
…It was the same pair of brainless demons I’d crashed into last time.
Now that I could get a better look at them, I realized they were twin lesser devils—small in stature, with horns, tails, crimson eyes and pale skin. They looked like two creepy porcelain dolls.
“Luchacha?” I blinked.
Lucifer grinned and leaned in close to whisper, “I’ve run into them plenty of times. I only ever told them my name has a ‘Lu’ sound, and they’ve called me that ever since.”
So he has met them many times… those two lesser devils must have nothing better to do.
Kakashi suddenly flapped their tiny skeletal wings. “Luchacha-sama, is this your lover?”
“I wish he were,” Lucifer smiled lightly. “But I’m not sure what he thinks.”
I laughed dryly. “Your Highness, that joke’s ice cold.”
Lucifer turned back to look at me. “Isar, would you be willing?”
My mind blanked. In a total lapse of etiquette, I yanked my hand free and bolted straight for the restaurant.
The restaurant’s exterior was unique. I couldn’t read the signage written in demonic script, but mounted above was the head of a dragon with long, jagged fangs, its mouth breathing violet flame. As I stepped closer, the dragon’s head twitched, and a streak of purple light flickered across the doorway. Inside, deep blue candlelight lit every corner, glimmering like the starlight of the Child’s Altar. The flames hovered in midair, their flickering shadows dancing across the walls. Countless ghosts drifted about with bronze basins, replacing wax-heavy candleholders one by one.
To my shock, there was even an archdevil dining here—a female, too.
The visual impact hit me like a hammer, and it once again made me fully aware of how vast the difference was between devils and angels. Her eyes were long and seductive, lips full, and though her features lacked the delicate elegance of an angel’s, her body was so outrageously curvaceous I nearly had a nosebleed on the spot—how could someone that slender have such full, upright breasts, and hips that round and perky? What was even more shocking was that she was currently straddling a goat demon, seemingly unfazed by his brutish face and coarse skin, engaging in acts that were undeniably R-rated.
It was then I realized just how medievally conservative Heaven still was. Even Metatron had to be selective with his partners—whereas it seemed devils would pounce on anyone they found remotely attractive.
I was still stunned when a ghost floated over and asked, “How many in your party, sir?”
I had never been this close to a ghost in my life and was a little rattled. “T-Two.”
“Please, this way.”
I followed him in. Along the way, several archdevils looked up to glance at me. After seeing so many devils firsthand, I realized they were far more alluring than the textbook illustrations let on. Regardless of gender, their bodies were stunningly built, impossible to conceal even under clothing. Their faces might not have been conventionally beautiful, but the raw surge of hormones they exuded made them irresistibly sensual.
Some of the men stared at me with open hostility—broad, sculpted chests peeking out from the plunging necklines of their dark shirts, six-pack abs pushing against the fabric like they were about to burst free. No angel could train enough to achieve that kind of physique. A few seemed to be soldiers, casually carrying massive scythes, their builds giving the impression that with a single swing, they could cleave me clean in two.
There were also some fallen angels in the restaurant, too. Their wings had turned completely black, and their once-angelic features had taken on a darker, more sinister allure. Even their physiques had shifted toward the demonic, and their mannerisms, unmistakably devilish.
At that moment, the female devil clad in crimson rose to her feet and shoved me against the bar behind her. “An angel?”
It was the first time a woman had been this forward with me. My head went hot. I could only nod, dumbfounded.
She cupped my chin, lifting it gently. “Such a small, delicate face… Little angel, don’t look at me like that. You’ll make me want to eat you alive…”
“Don’t just touch people!” I flinched and swatted her hand away, scrambling to the side.
She laughed. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a man so shy. Cute.” With a flick of her tongue across her fangs, she lunged again, pressing me back against the bar. “I like angels. There’s something about bedding one that feels like defiling the sacred…”
She leaned in for a kiss—but before her lips could touch mine, the demon sitting nearby slammed a hand on the table.
“Linda! You promised you’d be with me tonight!”
Without even glancing his way, Linda kept her ruby-red gaze fixed on me. “You ‘Two-Hour Guy’—go find yourself a little devil or a fallen angel.”
“Two-Hour Guy…?” I looked at him. He was more built than an angel, sure, but still a bit skinny by demon standards.
“Yup,” Linda shrugged. “Two hours, and he’s out of commission.”
The male devil flushed red with anger. “That was a fluke! A one-time thing! I’m not usually like that!”
His face turned scarlet. Mine, on the other hand, went completely pale.
Was this… the ultimate assault on a man’s dignity?
Just then, someone tugged me away from the female devil.
“Sorry, miss. He’s not into women.”
“Y-y-yeah! I’m not into wom—wait, what? Since when?!”
Linda gave a lazy wink, wiggled her hips, and turned away. “Tch, a glass vase. What a waste of my time.” She sauntered off with exaggerated sway, while the male chased after her, glancing back at me with eyes now glowing a vivid, angry red.
Suddenly, a memory came flooding back—the vision I saw in the Mirror of Thunder. Back then, Lucifer’s eyes had turned that same shade of crimson.
“W-why did his eyes go blood-red?”
“It means you upset him,” Lucifer said, guiding me to a nearby table. “When a demon’s emotions run high, their eyes always turn fully red.”
He pulled out a chair for me, entirely unfazed as every demon in the restaurant turned to stare.
He was the most radiant light in all of Heaven, let alone here.
Judging by the shrieks of excitement, the local demon ladies, clearly used to more sinister-looking men, had never laid eyes on someone like Lucifer. With his divine, ethereal presence, he stood out like a star fallen into shadow. The male demons recognized him too—recognized, and wisely held their tongues. You could see the resentment simmering in their eyes, but none of them dared act on it.
Demons really were as straightforward as the rumors claimed. When they liked something, they said it; when they hated something, they said that too. Unlike in Heaven, where a single sentence had to take a scenic route through five metaphors and six euphemisms.
Lucifer took the menu, skimmed for a moment, and looked up at the ghostly waiter. “One bottle of red wine, blood-liver in red sauce, Maxini chicken, onion soup… Isar, do you want dessert?”
I shook my head.
“Then one slice of milk cake. Thank you.”
Milk… cake?
When it arrived, the cake gleamed under the candlelight. A silky layer of cream on top, a fluffy golden base beneath, sweet fragrance curling into the air. Lucifer slid it to the side, but when he caught me staring at it, he smiled. “Would you like a bite?”
I quickly shook my head. I’ve always hated sweets. Just looking at them made me queasy…No idea what this guy was thinking.
Lucifer rotated the candleholder half a turn. Two black bats zipped over with high-pitched squeaks, each gripping a tiny spoon coated in clear red jam. As they swooped through the air, the jam traced an elegant arc before landing atop the cream, forming glistening beads like translucent red crystals.
Lucifer placed two gold coins onto the spoons the bats carried. “Thank you.”
The bats clearly got excited, circling around Lucifer several times while squeaking animatedly.
I stared at the coins. “Huh? You can use Heaven’s currency here too?”
“Their economic system’s still underdeveloped,” he replied. “They usually trade using gemstones by weight, so Heaven’s coinage is naturally accepted too.”
“Then can I come buy things on my own?”
“If you want to come again, I’ll bring you. You don’t know their language, and this place isn’t safe.” Lucifer cut a piece of cake and held it up to my mouth. “It tastes great. Try it.”
I hesitated, reaching for the fork. He dodged slightly, then leaned in. “Open your mouth.”
Dazed, I took a bite, careful not to touch the fork.
Lucifer smiled. “It’s fine. I haven’t eaten from it.”
“That’s not what I meant… Mmph. Tastes good.”
Actually, I was disgusted. No idea what was going through Lucifer’s head—why would he like something Ruthfel liked? Do all Seraphim like sweets? Doesn’t seem like it. Every time Metatron sees cake, he plugs his nose.
After the main course arrived, I sat still with knife and fork in hand, silently watching Lucifer slice his food into small pieces and eat with such refined grace. Yet the plates around him began stacking up, one atop another. Slowly, he cut into a piece of beef liver, dabbed at his lips with a cloth napkin, and asked, “Isar, if you were married, would you want children?”
“Of course.”
“Would you prefer a boy or a girl?”
“Either is fine. Boys are easier to raise, girls are adorable.”
Seeing Lucifer nod thoughtfully on the other side of the table, I asked, “Why do you ask?”
“No reason. Just curious.”
He smiled, and even the corners of his eyes seemed to shimmer with gentleness.
I quickly looked away. As expected, his smile sent waves rippling through the room again.
Watching the demon ladies around us swoon over him, I suddenly recalled one of Metatron’s infamous lines: “Dating a female angel is like reliving your first love every day. Sleeping with a female demon is like losing your virginity every time.”
Lucifer clearly moved through the Demon Realm with practiced ease—he’d even translated several of their texts. He must’ve been here plenty of times. I toyed casually with the fang-shaped base of the bone candleholder and asked offhandedly, “Your Highness, have you ever been with a demon girl?”
“…Why do you want to know?”
“I just think demon ladies seem hard to win over. I’m curious what kind of men they like.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“Well, look at Linda from earlier. She called her man a ‘Two-Hour Guy’…” I wiped sweat from my brow. “Female angels would never say something like that out loud, right?”
“Two hours?” Lucifer mused for a moment. “For an archdevil, that is pretty weak.”
“Exactly, exactly! Archdevils are basically a different species from us. That’s why I say their ladies must be incredibly hard to deal with, right?”
To my shock, Lucifer turned to me with a look of mild disbelief. “Isar… are you saying you can’t last two hours?”
That one question—posed so casually—threw me, who had only been seeking a little reassurance, into the depths of existential humiliation.
Lucifer studied my face for a while. Then, as if he’d stumbled upon something utterly amusing, the corners of his mouth curled upward. “Two hours is about average for the divine race. If you can’t even manage that, you’d better give up on any fantasies about seducing demon ladies. Frankly, Linda probably just doesn’t know enough about angels. Most demon women aren’t fond of angels to begin with—especially not in that department.”
For some reason, his words got under my skin. I snapped back, slightly flushed, “And you’re saying you’re the exception? You’re still an angel. Aren’t you also looked down by demon ladies?”
“That wouldn’t happen.”
“What makes you so sure?”
“Because demons aren’t like the divine race. A demon woman won’t fake an orgasm like a female angel might. And she won’t pretend to be conquered just because your status is higher. If you’re lacking, she’ll tell you to your face.”
“…So you *have* slept with demon women, haven’t you?”
Lucifer paused and quietly slid a cut of beef onto my plate. “Try this.”
For some reason, an image of Lucifer entangled with Linda immediately sprang to mind. I scowled and stabbed the meat with my fork, chewing and swallowing it in a few curt bites before standing up and letting out a long breath. “Your Highness, I’d like to explore the lower levels.”
“Not today,” he said gently. “It’s not safe down there.”
My blood boiled. I clenched my utensils and lowered my voice. “Would it be dangerous if you archangels hadn’t ordered the divine race to slaughter everything in sight?”
Lucifer set down his knife and fork and lifted his eyes to me. “Isar, these matters are not yours to worry about.”
Faced with his cool, detached eyes, I was hit with a sudden wave of both anger and fear. I threw down the utensils and stormed out of the restaurant.
Standing just outside the door, I regretted it immediately. I could’ve bitten my tongue off for letting my temper flare—but I didn’t even know why I’d gotten so worked up today. This trip was supposed to be pleasant…
Lucifer followed me out. He leaned close, his breath brushing my ear. “Upset?”
“I’m not.”
“Then what were you angry about?”
“I said I’m not angry!” I stared hard into the distance.
Lucifer went quiet for a while. Then, in a voice filled with patience and tenderness, he explained, “There was a time in the past when I was reckless. I was young, curious. Just like you are now. I wondered what different kinds of women might be like… but that was a long time ago.”
“W-Wait, why are you explaining all this to me? I’m not even angry!” I shot back reflexively, but truthfully, I felt like he’d seen right through me. The awkwardness crawled up my spine.
“All the better, then. I must’ve read too much into it.”
Except his tone didn’t sound at all like he thought he’d read too much into it.
I almost launched into a clumsy explanation, something to clarify that I really didn’t care about all his messy past or whatever, when my eyes happened to drift over a nearby lesser devil holding a folded newspaper. The headline caught my eye:
“June 6: Birthday of Lucifer, Commander of Archangels. Imperial Banquet in the Celestial Capital Tonight.”
“Your Highness, what’s today’s date?” I asked, still staring at the page.
“The sixth. Why?”
Cold sweat broke out across my back. “Did you forget there’s… something important happening today?”
“You mean the Sancta Faylia birthday banquet?” Lucifer answered offhandedly. “I skipped it. Just spending my birthday the way I wanted this year. They’ll understand.”
You really can’t tell from the outside how willful this guy can be.
I mean, nothing kills the mood of a birthday banquet more than the birthday star not showing up. And with his birthdays usually turning into a city-wide celebration, his absence during the speech would definitely have caused an awkward stir.
Then again… maybe he’s genuinely grown fond of the Demon Realm. Maybe that’s why he chose to spend his birthday here.
“But why didn’t you tell me?” I asked. “I could’ve at least prepared you a gift.”
“What gift were you thinking of?”
“Right… you have everything already,” I scratched my head. “Maybe something handmade? Not worth much, but at least it’d be one-of-a-kind.”
“Handmade?” Lucifer thought about it for a moment. “Now that you mention it, I’m actually regretting not telling you earlier.”
“It’s alright, there’s always next year.”
“So… I don’t get anything at all this year?”
“Don’t say it in that disappointed tone! It gives me anxiety.” I was about to cry. “I’ll make it up to you once we get back. Or better yet, let’s look around the demon realm. See if there’s something you want.”
While we strolled through the streets, I genuinely tried to find a gift for him. All along the way were stalls selling trinkets, and that’s when I finally saw the legendary merchants of the Demon Realm.
They wrapped themselves in dark cloaks, with only two strange glowing lights under their hoods where eyes might be. The rest of their faces were completely shrouded in darkness.
Lucifer told me that demon merchants had three defining traits:
First, they hated letting others see their faces.
Second, regardless of how high- or low-end the merchandise was, they liked tossing everything into chaotic piles under makeshift canopies.
Third, they preferred customers to name their own price. And whether they’d accept depended entirely on their mood.
We passed stall after oddly-shaped stall until I randomly picked one to browse. I picked up a book with a blue cover and glanced at Lucifer.
“That’s a summoning book,” he explained. “Blue summons lower demons, brown is for mid-level ones, purple for high-level, and black can summon anything.”
“What do you mean, ‘anything’?”
“It means what you summon might help you, or it might harm you. But whatever it is, once summoned, it’s bound to you by contract. It must fulfill one request for you, unless you fail to reach an agreement. If either party breaks the terms, the other can claim one item in compensation.”
Compared to Heaven’s strict formality, the Demon Realm really did feel like pure chaos.
I picked up a purple tomato. “What about this?”
The demon merchant rattled off something incomprehensible. Lucifer translated: “It’ll let you go thirteen rounds in a row, regardless of gender. But it’s hard on the body.”
I picked up a black feather. “What about this one?”
“Adult toy,” Lucifer replied. “Unlike a regular feather, this one can change size and spin on its own.”
I picked up a harmonica. “This?”
“It attracts potential partners. You’ll find someone to sleep with in record time. But playing it too much shortens your lifespan.”
I picked up a fancy little box. “And this?”
“Laien Pills. Eight per box. Guarantees your next sexual experience will reach climax. Side effect: massive stamina drain.”
I finally collapsed. “Why is everything about that?!”
Lucifer took a step back and pointed at the sign hanging over the stall. It had a huge inscription in demon script, with a Heavenly translation beneath it: Sex.
I let out a dry laugh and was just about to pull him away when I saw a big crate full of wriggling silver worms. Each had two tiny pills strapped to its back.
I leaned closer for a better look and immediately felt my stomach drop. I whipped around and yanked open my collar to look down.
Something was burrowing up near my waist.
It had already made it that far.
Lucifer pulled my hands down and set them at my sides. “Don’t look. I’ll take care of it.”
“You… knew?”
“Mm. Don’t worry. I’ll find the antidote before it activates. Mila worms aren’t as deadly as you think. As long as you don’t suppress your desires, they won’t kill you.”
“Then how did those angels die before?”
“Because it’s contagious. Angels without six wings usually refuse to have sex with those infected. Most angels also don’t want to sleep with demons. If they don’t kill themselves, the worms eat them alive.”
“I’m doomed. Caro definitely didn’t leave me the antidote…”
“That doesn’t matter. You can stay at my place while we look for it.”
Those two points… are they even related?
I furrowed my brows and thought about it for a long time, but couldn’t figure it out. In the end, I decided to throw this disgusting mess to the back of my mind.
Still a bit flustered after leaving the sex shop, I resumed browsing the stalls for Lucifer’s gift. But Lucifer seemed to have lost some patience. “No need to go out of your way to buy something. Just pick something on you and give it to me.”
I looked down at myself, head to toe, and confirmed that aside from my clothes and shoes, I wasn’t wearing a single accessory.
“Your Highness, are you planning to send me home in just my underpants?” I said with a look of despair.
“I want these,” Lucifer said, and pointed at my lips.
Obviously, I wasn’t so dense that I couldn’t understand what he meant—but my mind went completely blank for a long moment. What finally came out of my mouth was, “Hah… You’re joking, right? You want me to cut them off and gift-wrap them? That wouldn’t be very pretty…”
Lucifer lowered his head and chuckled, eyes drifting away from me. “Let’s go see the dragons.”
“Yes!”
I answered with ridiculous enthusiasm, and immediately cursed myself for being an idiot. Why would I say something so embarrassingly dumb? I should just drop dead.
But still, why would Lucifer want…?
I followed him out toward the outskirts of the city, flying some distance past a stretch of forest, with my heart never quite settling down. We finally stopped at the entrance of a cavern, and he turned back to me. “Kongo and his wife are inside. You can take a look.”
“Kongo? Kongo’s wife?”
“My white dragon and black dragon,” he said, spreading his hands with a small smile. “It’s a bit steep inside—give me your hand.”
That line again.
And just like before, it brought a strange sense of reassurance. I placed my hand in his.
The inside was pitch black. I could faintly hear the sound of water dripping, the echo of boots brushing against rock. We walked for a while, until Lucifer said, “Careful, there’s a stone here.”
But the warning came too late. I kicked the rock hard and pitched forward, falling straight to the ground. Lucifer reached out immediately and caught me. I landed squarely in his arms. Instinctively, I clutched his waist and then instantly regretted it.
He didn’t push me away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me.
“Careful,” he said softly. “Take it slow.”
He was turning to lead the way again, but I leaned in, cupped his face—and kissed his lips.
Sensing some stiffness in his body, I immediately pulled back in embarrassment and mumbled, “That was your birthday gif—”
I didn’t get to finish.
His lips came down on mine.
If I was merely nervous the first time, now I was completely overwhelmed. My scalp tingled, my mind blanked out. But he didn’t stop. His lips moved gently, brushing, coaxing, until they parted mine, and his tongue slid in.
The instant our tongues met, I almost slid down into a kneel.
His kiss was tender, but his breathing was rough and hot, as if trying to suppress some surging emotion. One hand laced tightly with mine, the other cradled the back of my head, not letting me escape, as our tongues tangled softly…
Normally I hated deep kisses. Sharing saliva always made me queasy. But Lucifer’s blinding kiss made me want, for the first time in my life, to respond just as deeply.
Heart pounding, flushed with a strange longing, I hesitantly began to answer him back, clumsy, timid…
“ROOOAAAAAR—”
A furious roar shook the entire cavern.
The short kiss abruptly broken.
Reality snapped back as I stumbled away from him, flustered.
Lucifer immediately grabbed my hand again and turned toward the source. “Kongo?”
That damn dragon. Kongo, was it? Kongo, right? I swear I’m going to braise you…. wait, what am I saying?
Author: Tav Tav
Translating
The Right Wing of God, the one seated at the right hand of the Most High.
