The question lingered. It was dark, trembling, and raw as Lucifer cleaned him up using his magic and arranged the bed while at it changing the sheets. Allistair’s breath shuddered as he blinked up at him, Chaos still crackling beneath his skin like lightning trapped inside bone. His lips parted, but no sound came out at first. He could only stare at Lucifer as though he were the center of the universe. Because to him, he was. Finally, his fingers curled weakly in Lucifer’s hair. “…yes.” The word was barely audible, a fractured whisper but gods, it was enough. Lucifer’s smile deepened, something slow and devastating, filled with pride, victory, and a tenderness that no one but Allistair would ever see. Morgan purred with wolfish satisfaction beneath Lucifer’s skin. Lucan rumbled in dark approval. Lucifer looked down at him, drinking in his dazed, ruined, adoring expression. “Good,” he murmured, voice dropping into something low and reverent, “because you are mine.” As
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