Mell R. Bright

I allowed myself to cry for the first time. My first love and second betrayal.

“The colors of your world are breathtaking,” Azeroth continues.
My demon used to say the same.

I fell asleep wondering if it meant I was not only part demon, but an angel too.

I want to ask him to stay, but I’m too afraid he’ll laugh at me now that he’s fed. The lonesome human who always gets too attached to demons.
Sleep finds me before shame.

My father, who’d called my mother ‘the satanic whore’, had made the same mistake as her in the end.

Who knew that the remedy to haunted rest was a mind-blowing orgasm given by a demon of lust?

We spent the night at the beach, talking about the differences between our two worlds, and it’s one of the happiest memories I have of Lucifer.

I was twenty-two on the day that I died.

I still don’t know what this is—what we’re doing. He’s a creature from Hell, one of humanity’s sworn enemies, and I’m an exorcist. But being an exorcist never stopped me from getting attached to Lucifer. Maybe I was doomed to love the company of demons from the very start.

He eats me out until I melt on the bed like a forgotten candle that burned for too long.