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very aware of how much closer he was standing and how eager he seemed for her to put on the dress.
“I somehow don’t think this is standard issue for every woman who enters through the Gates of Hell. Why am I special?” Michelle sounded braver than she felt.
“Because, my dear, you are very special. You are my personal servant from this day forward. You will wear what I want, you will do as I say, and you will never question me. This dress is a symbol. All who lay eyes upon it will know that you are in my service. They will know you are mine and mine alone,” Lucifer’s eyes reflected his excitement.
“Where should I change?” Michelle’s voice shook. She knew deep down what the answer would be, but was still hopeful for a different outcome.
Lucifer took the dress from the man, who was obviously a servant. The servant was tall and attractive, despite his pale grayish skin tone. His hair was dark and complimented his jade green eyes. He was dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt. He stared blankly at Michelle, never once looking Lucifer in the face.
She was surprised to see the servant’s sins from when he was alive. He was an ancient Greek farmer, though no older than a teenager. He had killed the invaders on his land to survive their attacks. He had made a deal to save his village. Apparently, he hadn’t read the fine print if he ended up a servant of the devil.
She looked to Lucifer and was thankful that she couldn’t see his sins. He was a blank slate.
“Leave us, Aganon, and do not return unless something is on fire that shouldn’t be,” he snapped at Aganon, who turned and ran back the way he came from.
Lucifer presented the dress to Michelle with an expectant look on his face. Michelle couldn’t breathe. She had never undressed in front of a man before, let alone one that could potentially hurt her. The term “servant” didn’t put her at ease. She assumed he had many “servants” who did “all sorts of things for him.” She wondered why he wanted another and why her. He was certainly wrong about her being special.
She wracked her brain trying to think of a way to stop this, but she didn’t think she could outrun him, and pushing him into the fireplace wouldn’t accomplish anything other than pissing him off.
Lucifer’s face changed from expectant to annoyed and cut off her mental relay. She swallowed, took a breath, and went to work on the first button of the hideous pink outfit. Lucifer’s expression worsened. She guessed that he didn’t like the slow and steady approach that she was working with.
Lucifer quickly grabbed her by the elbow and glared at her. She jumped, startled by his sudden intensity. He hurt her arm as she squirmed. She winced, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Enough games,” he was growling through his teeth, and then licked his lips in anticipation.
She made it to the third button when Lucifer’s eyes fixated on something behind her. The source of his anger was made clear when footsteps from behind her echoed through the Throne Room.
“I thought I made myself clear. I am not to be interrupted!” Lucifer roared, his voice rattled the walls.
Michelle cringed and shook as the booming voice went through her. She was flustered by Lucifer’s lustful gaze. He looked like a starved man waiting for his steak dinner.
“My Lord, you know I would not interrupt if it weren’t an emergency. Caleb motioned that I shouldn’t go in and I naturally assumed you were very busy, though he neglected to tell me what was going on. I swear that boy needs a sound thrashing. Perhaps we could do that later. Now, if you don’t mind, I need your assistance. Jeremiah is missing and Stefano is practically being overrun in the Hall of Winds without him. You killed Philippe yesterday, so now I’m short staffed. I also have Mark up my ass about some soul mix up, though I think he is just being a
“I somehow don’t think this is standard issue for every woman who enters through the Gates of Hell. Why am I special?” Michelle sounded braver than she felt.
“Because, my dear, you are very special. You are my personal servant from this day forward. You will wear what I want, you will do as I say, and you will never question me. This dress is a symbol. All who lay eyes upon it will know that you are in my service. They will know you are mine and mine alone,” Lucifer’s eyes reflected his excitement.
“Where should I change?” Michelle’s voice shook. She knew deep down what the answer would be, but was still hopeful for a different outcome.
Lucifer took the dress from the man, who was obviously a servant. The servant was tall and attractive, despite his pale grayish skin tone. His hair was dark and complimented his jade green eyes. He was dressed in black jeans and a black T-shirt. He stared blankly at Michelle, never once looking Lucifer in the face.
She was surprised to see the servant’s sins from when he was alive. He was an ancient Greek farmer, though no older than a teenager. He had killed the invaders on his land to survive their attacks. He had made a deal to save his village. Apparently, he hadn’t read the fine print if he ended up a servant of the devil.
She looked to Lucifer and was thankful that she couldn’t see his sins. He was a blank slate.
“Leave us, Aganon, and do not return unless something is on fire that shouldn’t be,” he snapped at Aganon, who turned and ran back the way he came from.
Lucifer presented the dress to Michelle with an expectant look on his face. Michelle couldn’t breathe. She had never undressed in front of a man before, let alone one that could potentially hurt her. The term “servant” didn’t put her at ease. She assumed he had many “servants” who did “all sorts of things for him.” She wondered why he wanted another and why her. He was certainly wrong about her being special.
She wracked her brain trying to think of a way to stop this, but she didn’t think she could outrun him, and pushing him into the fireplace wouldn’t accomplish anything other than pissing him off.
Lucifer’s face changed from expectant to annoyed and cut off her mental relay. She swallowed, took a breath, and went to work on the first button of the hideous pink outfit. Lucifer’s expression worsened. She guessed that he didn’t like the slow and steady approach that she was working with.
Lucifer quickly grabbed her by the elbow and glared at her. She jumped, startled by his sudden intensity. He hurt her arm as she squirmed. She winced, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“Enough games,” he was growling through his teeth, and then licked his lips in anticipation.
She made it to the third button when Lucifer’s eyes fixated on something behind her. The source of his anger was made clear when footsteps from behind her echoed through the Throne Room.
“I thought I made myself clear. I am not to be interrupted!” Lucifer roared, his voice rattled the walls.
Michelle cringed and shook as the booming voice went through her. She was flustered by Lucifer’s lustful gaze. He looked like a starved man waiting for his steak dinner.
“My Lord, you know I would not interrupt if it weren’t an emergency. Caleb motioned that I shouldn’t go in and I naturally assumed you were very busy, though he neglected to tell me what was going on. I swear that boy needs a sound thrashing. Perhaps we could do that later. Now, if you don’t mind, I need your assistance. Jeremiah is missing and Stefano is practically being overrun in the Hall of Winds without him. You killed Philippe yesterday, so now I’m short staffed. I also have Mark up my ass about some soul mix up, though I think he is just being a
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