I had such an exciting dream about fucking the devil last night. I dreamed I was the receptionist of HELL! And Lucifer just wouldn’t do the stupid paperwork. That might not sound exciting, but let me tell you what happened when I tried to track him down…

“Lucifer!” I called, my heels clicking against the tile as I march down the hall.

This was getting ridiculous. I was having to track him down to get him to do any work in Hell. At this point, I was more than just some peon demon! I kept hold of the contracts for Crowley when he was king, and now I hold Lucifer’s apocalypse plans. I know every detail and decision, kept and recorded each way of action.

That’s why Lucifer had kept me around, saying that he needed someone trustworthy enough to run the end of the world with him. Then, this had delighted me. To think the archangel himself wanted me, a demon who was barely on radar to be beside him was astonishing. 

But that was then and this is now. 

Lucifer, in my opinion, could be as irritating as a toddler. Not to mention he had the attention span of one as well. He was always disappearing on me in mid-conversation or was magically uncountable when I needed him to go over something. 

Stopping in the middle of the hall, I stomped my foot in annoyance. “Damnit, Lucifer!”

From behind me I heard a chuckle, but when I turned around, there was no one there. Just a dimly lit hallway staring back at me.

“Lucifer! Don’t you dare play these mind games with me!” He may be the fucking devil, but he was pissing me off.

“Aw, Athena. What’s the matter? You don’t like playing games with me?” Lucifer asked appearing seemingly out of midair. 

“Not particularly,” I scoffed. “I have no need for these games. I need you to do your work for once.”

“Say please,” Lucifer scolded, his hand reaching to travel down and lift my jaw.

“Demons. Don’t. Say. Please.” I gritted out.

“I can make you say please, Athena,” he said simply, his eyes meeting mine in a dare.

“Not likely. You may be the devil, but I am not some weak willed witch eager to be a sacrifice.”

The demon laughed wholeheartedly then. His mouth kicked up at the corners in a devilish smirk, and for a moment I could truly picture how he could have possibly been depicted so sinister in the bible. 

“Is that what you think of me? That I sexually ravish witches who wish to please me?”

I shrugged, hoping to maybe ease any offense I may have caused.

Suddenly his lips were on mine causing rush of excitement. They were hot and firm against my own. Demanding. I almost moaned out loud when he pushed me into the wall. As he nipped my lips with an excited groan, my body instinctively met his and the bulge there did nothing but send heat to my core. He grabbed my hands and forced them above my head, pulling back from me to stare intently.

“I only ravish sexy little demon receptionists who know all too well how to push my buttons,” he breathed out in a harsh, breathless voice.

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