FUCK THE PLANS

Kristen and Lucifer were having dinner, talking about random things which were not even matured enough to be in a conversation between the Angel and the Devil. It was all lame like the conversations a normal couple would have. Couple? Well, she thinks that things were going that way by then.

She was trying her best to not get carried away but it all flew into thin air the moment, he started playing his piano and singing to her. His voice was nothing different than honey dripping down a comb. She has never heard any of the angels sing this well because usually angels are considered as one of the best singers. 

"How does it sound? Am I scaring you away?" He asked, pausing briefly and noticing her standing with wide eyes.

"I-it sounds good." 

"See, I am the perfect example of an Angel but guess what being Devil suits me better. I stand out better than the rest." He chuckled.

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