1 Prologue:

'Lucifer YOU are the fucking WORST!' Screamed Asta, face all red and tears streaming down her cheeks. 'What? Awe is my poor baba upset with me?' Asta ignored his question. They both knew the answer anyway.

Asta stopped running, 'I can't do this anymore' Lucifer just looked at her quizzically. 'Now is not the time to stop! we gotta keep going', something in the distance made him scowl, he picked her up and flung her over his masculine shoulders and in one bound flew upwards. Asta knew not to argue, it was pointless to.

I know what you are all thinking; How on earth did a nice lass like me wind up with a evil, masochistic sadist, Lucifer anyway? Well, it all started a week or so ago. I was browsing in this quaint little antique book shop. I love the smell of these places. As I explored deeper, the books became older looking leather bound and gold leaf inlays. My fingers danced across the surfaces of the books, 'ouch' something sharp cut my finger. The culprit lay silently, expectantly waiting. I was drawn to it! I picked up the book and I carressed the spine, shivers ran down my own. I flipped open the cover, mumbling to myself 'I've never seen this kind of language?'. Suddenly, a frail elderly man was stood beside me. 'Interesting book you have there, my dear child!' The way he spoke, made me on edge, 'how much for the book?' ,

'For you, gratis', I was about to say no when he placed a finger on my lips. 'The book has taken a shine to you my dear, I can not deny what it wants and to profet will only cause me problems. So. take it, it's yours now!'

I thanked him and as I left the shop I glanced over my shoulder to see the man leering at me, I snapped my head back round. The way he was looking at me was weird like he wanted to eat me or fuck me or both.

At home I placed the book down on my desk and forgot all about it. That night I was having very intimate and explicit dreams. They felt so real! I woke with a start, I could have sworn there was someone here. I scrambled for the light. I was pinned to my bed, I couldn't scream because of the weight on top of me. I let out a small whimper as whoever was on top of me had shifted their weight. They grabbed hold of my wrists, I frantically tried to get free but it was no use. By the size of the hands, this had to be a man! I was so very much mistaken. I could feel his breath on my ear, he was panting. He whispered softly 'hello little mortal', my eyes darted towards him. Not that I could see anything as his stature blocked the light. In one movement he had flipped me over and I was staring at a genuine living breathing demon. His ebony wings filled the space around him. I tried to scream but nothing came, he bent over further to look at me in more detail. He smiled a toothy grin which seemed more maniacal than comforting, 'you're cute for a human! what's your name? and do you want to have some fun?' .... 'Well cat got ya tongue?', I shook my head. I put the light on the room illuminated with soft light, 'aarrgghh!!! YOU'RE naked!' finally finding my voice. He just looked at me like I was the crazy one. 'Who are you? how did you get in here? have you come to **** me??' I rapidly fired at him. He casually reclined against the foot board and started laughing, 'oh my cute little mortal! You are so funny. You were the one who summoned me.'. He turned towards the desk and pointed at the book. 'No I never did! I think I would have remembered something like that!'. He grabbed hold of my hand and kissed the finger that was cut, I gasped in realisation of what he was referring to. 'No noway is this happening to me. you gotta go and put some clothes on while you are at it.' 'Well, the thing is, I can't leave we are bonded.' 'What do you mean 'bonded'?' I spit at him through gritted teeth.

'It's exactly what I mean. so lets fuck!'