Lucifer's POV

I stared at the sleeping face of my beloved, holding him gently like a fragile doll. He was more enchanting than the Goddess Aphrodite; that bitch was more narcissistic than Samael.

"Who was it?" I asked the playful reaper sitting across the sofa where Keetan and I were sitting.

The boy slept peacefully on my lap. I was glad that I was able to calm him down from his trembling state. I was having ambivalent feelings about the incident. This had its advantages and disadvantages. Keetan had grown attached to me, depending on my touch and presence whenever a crisis happened. He latched onto me like the oblivious kitten he was, but what irked me about this circumstance was that fly dared lay his hands on what was mine. My horns surfaced; Samael had to drop his feet to the ground from the sofa and pat his hands down on the air as if he was trying to interfere with my transformation.

"Woah Satan, whoa, calm your horns!" He stood in front of me, pushing my horns back. It was a futile attempt. He wasn't really trying; he was mocking the situation and my anger. My horns elongated to nearly a meter. It was a pain having these heavy bones poking out of my head but what could I do? Ah I know, I'll use them to stab Samael when I find someone less sarcastic and less annoying to fill his job. Then again, he was irreplaceable. Samael was a dick in a virgin's ass yet he was the most suitable motherfucker out there to be the reaper.

I'd never say this to his face though...

He'd end up boasting "Ha! You know you love me, you hoe! But sorry, I can't bottom."

I slapped Samael's hands from my horns, glaring at him. I need to calm down before any of the teachers come in and see a bull sitting in Mister Hellion's cubicle. "Tell me who it was and bring him to me," I commanded, trying my best to not wake my sweetheart up.

"It's that Edward guy. He was possessed by a spirit."

I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Edward? You mean that kid who has the hots for my Keetan?"

He nodded. "Yep, the one who jacked off at the corner of the church during the mass as Keetan innocently sat in front while listening to their equally fucked-up priest."

My eyes burned; they have shifted into a scarlet color. Samael appeared amused with my reaction. I would be laughing like the devil I was if I found out that a human did that but if that human jacked off with MY Keetan in his mind then we have a different scenario. It would be an entirely different scenario.

"Bring him to me," I ordered him.

"What are you going to do with him?"

I gave him a 'do-you-not-know-anything-about-being-evil?' look.

"I'll invite him to tea in the burning depths of hell while I roast your body above the seas of fire," I casually and plainly stated as if I was telling someone about my plans of inviting people to a party with me grilling patties.

Samael gave me a dumbfounded look before he snapped his fingers. A bottle of sunscreen dropped on top of his palm. He squeezed a considerable amount before rubbing the cream on his arm.

"Ohh! I'll apply cream to that burn!"

I slapped my forehead, watching the moron teleport to hunt for that spirit-possessed Edward. I released an exasperated sigh, letting my head roll on the head of the sofa. Dealing with Samael was more tiring than burning 1000 souls in hell, but I'd like to give myself a pat on the back for withstanding him for all these years.

I kissed Keetan's forehead, chuckling as his face twisted into an adorable frown. It was really entertaining how he called me Mister Wall. I wonder if he'd still call me that as I fuck him raw? Hm...Just thinking of spreading Keetan's butt and entering his virgin hole got me hard.

I ran my fingers through his red and smooth locks, peppering his face with kisses. He really was a beautiful being. Everything about him was angelic. He was once an angel and as much as I'd like his wings to grow back I don't know if he was reincarnated with wings.

Keetan shifted in his sleep, whining. What was my beloved dreaming about?

I hope it was good.

I hope it was something fun.

I hope that it was...me.

"Luci..fer..." Keetan whispered in his sleep, causing my once stubborn heart to pound in delight. "Wh...wha..." He started weakly. I gave his nose a kiss.

"What is it baby? Tell me what you want."

Keetan's head was rolling against my arm in a slight disturbed state.

"Don...hmmm"

I smiled lovingly at him, leaning my forehead against his. I was curious about what he was dreaming of so I decided to take a peek. I closed my eyes, connecting my mind with him. It was the night when I took him home after the bee event. He escorted me out and I bid my farewell seeing that I didn't want to tire him further. I had my back turned to him; my driver opened the door of the car for me. I was seeing this through Keetan's point of view. He raised his hand towards me but I did not turn to face him.

'Don't leave me...'

Oh Keetan...

I disconnected from Keetan's dream. I was guilty for leaving him when he was trying to reach out for me. If only I knew then I would have stayed and slept on the couch.

Don't worry Keetan...soon we will live together for eternity. I will make sure of that.

Once Samael showed up with Edward I teleported to Keetan's room, glad that his little devilish roommate was out. I placed Keetan on the bed, waking him up in the process.

"I'm home?"

Not yet...

This isn't your home...

Your home is with me...

But of course that would creep him out if I said that so I went along.

"Yes, you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't want to wake you up."

Keetan's face flushed. He averted his gaze away from me in embarrassment.

"I'm...I'm sorry for being a bother, Mister Wall! I...was..." Being lost for words I sat beside him, raising his head to look at me.

"You'll never be a bother. If anything, every time you come to me I feel so ecstatic. You bring me joy." Keetan's face burned up. He was as red as a tomato. He cupped his warm face with his cold and clammy hands.

"Stop saying that..." he murmured.

"Saying what?" I asked.

"Things that make me embarrassed," he muttered with his still red face.

"Would you like me to just 'do' things that will make you blush instead?" I teased.

Keetan looked up to me innocently. "Like what?" When he realized what he just asked he clamped his mouth and shook his head furiously. "Forget it..."

I chuckled at him, taking his face in my hands. "Keetan... I really adore you."

His bright green eyes bore into me. His blushing face made his emerald eyes stand out further. He bit his bottom lip and was contemplating something.

"Mi–Mister Wall?"

"Hm?"

He looked to his left and right as if someone would jump out at us (which would never happen since I'd burn them to ashes before they could even breathe the same air) at any moment.

"Can I tell you a secret?" He nervously asked.

I nodded at him excitedly. "Of course!"

Keetan scooted closer. I took the initiative to place him on my lap. He yelped when I did and I rubbed his back to calm him. After taking a few breaths he nervously played with his fingers, attempting to make eye contact with me but failed since he was too shy to.

"I...I have a crush on someone."

"Really now?"

Who do I have to kill?

"Um he– I mean she is older and...taller and is muscular."

I was trying so hard not to laugh. He could deny his sexuality all he wanted but I could smell the gay in him.

It was sinful and sweet.

Unless he had a crush on a woman bodybuilder which was not really how I viewed Keetan.

"She is also a bit hairy and she is really kind and hand–uh beautiful. She has a really pretty smile."

I chuckled. "Hairy? Keetan, sweetheart, just say that your she is really a he," I laughed.

Keetan's face burned in embarrassment. I wasn't being arrogant but I knew who he was referring to.

"Umm...I..No! Um...You won't tell anyone, right?" He pleaded.

"If you admit that she is really a he then I won't tell Samantha that you have a crush on an older and muscular woman."

Keetan rubbed his forehead. "I feel so sinful..." He murmured sadly.

That I want you to be...

"So who is the lucky man?" I asked him, bringing his body closer to mine. Keetan bit his bottom lip, placing his glowing pale skin against my hard chest. His hands went down as he felt every defined muscle. He was lost in thought until I cleared my throat to get his attention. The younger male snapped out from his thoughts; he buried his face in my chest in shame.

"I'm sorry..." He weakly and hopelessly said as if he was so fed up from embarrassing himself.

"It's okay baby. It's okay," I laughed at him. "So, who is it?"

Keetan looked up to me with his eyes a bit teary.

I stroked his soft locks. "I promise I won't laugh at you or tease you about it."

Keetan licked his soft pink lips, closing his eyes shut. "Um...I...have a crush on..."

"On?" I urged on.

Keetan struggled with his confession. A minute had passed without Keetan saying anything. When his color changed that was the only time I noticed that he had stopped breathing on his own accord.

"Keetan, sweetheart, breathe!"

And with that he confessed. "I–I like Mister Wall! I really really like Mister Wall! I can't...I can't...my heart is beating so fast. I really like you sir. You make me feel special. You make me feel happy..." He stopped there, holding his chest.

His loud and fast beating heart reached my ears. His eyes widened when he fell back on the bed with me hovering on top of him. I ravished his neck. If I was overjoyed with just his confession for his puppy love, what more if he confessed that he was in love with me?

Keetan giggled when my stubble rubbed against his smooth neck. I began to tickle his sides while I drowned in his melodic laughter.

"Silly boy, I knew you were referring to me," I laughed at him.

Keetan pouted with a blush. "Don't get too cocky!"

This was a huge step for him. It was a huge step not going upwards but going downwards towards me. He was finally retreating from the door of heaven and starting to descend towards hell where he truly belonged.

This was one step closer to my success...

He didn't belong to heaven. He was already thrown out once. They did not have the right to take him back as if nothing happened.

After tiring Keetan out and letting him fall asleep, I teleported back to the hotel I was staying in, finding that the place was in a dimension of hell. The walls were completely changed into blazing fire; screams of the tortured resonated. Edward sat on the floor. Samael was reading a book on the sofa made of skulls. I changed into my Satanic form, making my presence known by slamming the end of my weapon on the ground. The possessed Edward jumped in fear and knelt. I walked towards his kneeling form, bending down to grab the spirit possessing him. His eyes widened; he screamed in excruciating agony. The resistance of the soul wasn't too hard to beat. I guess this spirit was new. The real Edward fell unconsciously on the ground as I held the twisted spirit in my hand. It was a middle-aged man who, from the looks of it, lived a pleasurable life of sins.

"I'm sorry my Lord! I didn't know that that boy was your possession!" he reasoned out.

Samael scoffed. "Well you should have backed off when you saw me. Were you just killed yesterday?"

"Um yes..." The spirit replied. "I just left my human body yesterday..."

That made sense. Samael mustn't have gotten to his place yet where his spirit lingered. The spirits that he forgets to collect would rot and torture the living. But still...what's mine is mine. I'll show no mercy.

"Well then... Time to experience hell."

The spirit squirmed in my hold.

"No please! It was a mistake!"

I closed my eyes to see the sins that this man committed that made him an evil spirit. Most evil spirits couldn't talk with sense if they had aged too much.

Ahh...

He did unspeakable things to his daughter.

I opened my eyes, smirking at him. "You have been a very bad daddy haven't you?" The spirit stared at me confusingly. "You touched your own daughter?"

The spirit's face twisted into anger.

"I didn't rape her! She wanted it too!"

Samael yawned. "Can you just burn this piece of shit already?"

I laughed. He didn't need to tell me; I didn't want to hear this guy's excuses. I already heard too much rape stories from daddies claiming that they only did it because their child was begging them to.

Pathetic...

Were they screaming from pleasure? I doubt it.

My hand sparked with fire; the spirit wailed. When I think about it, Samael and I were the good guys. Samael collected evil and corrupt souls so that they wouldn't wreak havoc and I punished them.

Heaven could just go fuck themselves with all their righteousness. If they were just and mighty, they wouldn't let a five year old girl get assaulted.

Yes. Go to hell, heaven. I'd burn every pureness in that kingdom.

By pure I mean pure BULLSHIT.

I couldn't wait to end this torture. My beloved Keetan was sleeping and I'd like to cuddle him up during the night.

"She loved me!" The spirit shouted as I burned him.

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