“I will be forced to marry tomorrow, Lucifer dear,” she said softly.
“Oh, darling, there will be a wedding, but you will not marry anything as weak as a man.”
She closed her eyes and breathed in his sulferous, luminous scent. His glowing eyes bore a hole straight to her soul. She was happy to bare it to him. It was almost his, anyway.
“What demon, then, will an honest woman out of me?”
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