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Misery Craves Company (BL)

Do not cross Lucifer and do not, under any circumstances, fall in love. The only two rules which are supposed to be followed by all species in the Underworld. The fact that a demon’s heart only craves two things should make abiding by these rules very easy. Of course, I’m the unlucky fellow who broke both these rules at the same time. Which is bad, seeing as I’m the prince of said Underworld. *** When Luciano starts developing a peculiar sense of curiosity towards an unknown, suicidal man who lives for the thrill of crime, he does everything in his powers to squash it under his demonic cravings. As the son of Lucifer himself and the future ruler of the Underworld, he’s the last person who’s allowed to break the rules which uphold the burning pits of hell. But only so much destruction can distract him from his ever growing yearning for this mortal. *** Disclaimer: I am a very OCD writer which means that obsessing over perfection is something I constantly do so unfortunately you will notice a lot of things changing. I apologise in advance.

Eat_Who_Mel
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LICKED THE WRONG PERSON

Luciano awoke with a start, earlier than he normally would so that he could make sure he was awake before the mortal. That way, he would have enough time to write a letter of farewell and sneak out of the motel room without waking him up. The dim morning light filtered through the grimy curtains. As he reached over to the other side of the bed, his eyes widened in surprise.

When he saw that the other side of the bed was empty, he sprung up worriedly. His eyes flickered all over the place, bemusement blinking red in his head. Panic gripped him as he threw the tattered sheets aside and leapt from the bed. Where was the mortal? Had he left in the middle of the night? Had something happened to him? A thousand worst case scenarios played out in his mind as he frantically scanned the bedroom.

When he caught the ajar bathroom door, he crept towards it. The lights were off. His footsteps were muffled by the thin, stained carpet.