Loving Lucifer's Daughter

I burst through the ornate doors of the throne room, my fury propelling me forward like a meteor hurtling towards Earth. The familiar scent of brimstone and expensive cologne hit my nostrils, but I was too pissed to savour it. My father, Lucifer fucking Morningstar himself, lounged on his obsidian throne like some kind of infernal playboy. His perfect eyebrows arched as I stormed towards him, my hands clenched into fists at my sides."Well, well. To what do I owe this dramatic entrance, my dear?" His smooth voice dripped with amusement. God, I wanted to slap that smirk right off his chiselled face."Cut the crap, Dad," I snarled, coming to a halt at the base of the dais. "I'm done with your bullshit."He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fixing me with those piercing eyes that had charmed countless souls. "My, such language. What's got you in such a tizzy, Luella?"I took a deep breath, trying to calm the inferno raging inside me. It didn't work. "I can't do this anymore," I said,

As the wings arrived, their spicy aroma hit me like a punch to the gut. Delicious. I grabbed one, biting in without hesitation. The heat exploded on my tongue, a familiar warmth that reminded me of home. Elias, on the other hand, was putting on quite the show. His face contorted in a series of increasingly amusing expressions as he fought against the sauce's intensity. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his eyes watered.I couldn't help but laugh. "Too much for you, big guy?"He coughed, reaching for his drink. "Jesus Christ, what is this, lava?" "Aw, come on," I teased, licking sauce off my fingers. "It's not that bad. Maybe you're just out of practice."Elias glared at me, but there was no real heat behind it. Well, except for the kind turning his face an alarming shade of red. "How are you not dying right now?"I shrugged, grabbing another wing. "What can I say? I like it hot."As Elias struggled through the plate, I found myself oddly charmed by his determination. There was somet

The espresso machine hissed and gurgled, punctuating the low hum of chatter in the dimly lit café. I sipped my third double shot, eyes fixed on the demon across the street. Azazel Thorne, the sly bastard, strolled along the neon-drenched strip of Eclipse City like he didn't have a care in the world.I snorted. If he only knew.My fingers twitched, itching to wrap around his throat. But no, I had to play this smart. Daddy dearest wanted this one taken care of quietly, and I'd be damned if I let my temper fuck up a job.A whiff of something delicious hit my nose – crisp pine and dark chocolate, with an underlying hint of danger. Vampire. My eyes narrowed as I scanned the room, landing on a tall, devastatingly handsome creature leaning against the far wall. His gaze was fixed on Azazel too."Well, shit," I muttered. "Looks like I've got competition."The vampire's eyes suddenly locked with mine, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. I raised an eyebrow, refusing to look away. Two

I froze. How the hell did he know my name?I growled, my eyes flashing with hellfire. "How the hell do you know who I am?"Sebastian's lips curled into a smirk, revealing the tips of his fangs. "Oh, sweetheart. Everyone knows the name of Lucifer's heir and who she is."My hand shot out, gripping his throat. The silver blade in my other hand pressed against his jugular. "Bullshit," I hissed. "I've kept a low profile."He didn't even flinch, just raised an eyebrow. "Have you now? The assassin princess, leaving a trail of dead demons in her wake? You're not exactly subtle, darling.""Who sent you?" I demanded, tightening my grip.Sebastian's eyes danced with amusement. "No one sent me. I came of my own accord. You're... intriguing."I snorted. "Right. And I'm the Virgin Mary.""Your reputation precedes you," he purred, somehow managing to sound seductive even with a blade at his throat. "I wanted to see if the rumours were true."I narrowed my eyes, searching his face for any sign of dec

I smirked, already planning my next move. The abandoned district was a maze of crumbling buildings and forgotten alleys. Perfect for a rat like Azazel to hide."Time to go hunting," I muttered, striding towards the exit. The crowd parted once more, and I felt a surge of anticipation. This game of cat and mouse was about to get interesting. I stalked through the winding streets of Eclipse City, my senses on high alert. The scent of decay and forgotten magic hung heavy in the air, but there was no trace of Azazel's distinct sulfuric stench. Damn it.My frustration built with each empty alley and abandoned building. I was about to pyroport to a different section of the district when a familiar, intoxicating aroma hit me. Vampire."Fuck me," I growled, whirling around to find Sebastian leaning casually against a crumbling brick wall."Is that an invitation, little Morningstar?" he purred, his dark eyes glimmering with amusement.I rolled my eyes, fighting the unwelcome surge of attractio