“Good~” Lucifer purred, his tall stature slanting itself over the far shorter girl. He raised a finger to her forehead, lightly hovering it in front of his target, “Now sleep.” The finger fizzled with a soft pop and light, dreamy blue flickered and went off, along with Ophelia; who fell into the safety Elijah’s hands as he carefully laid her sleeping body on Lucifer’s bed.
“Are you mad!?” He bellowed, his words dripping with venom. The Devil simply shrugged, after all, it’s not like he killed her. “I’m not bothered by you putting her to sleep mind you, I’m bothered by the fact she’s bound to BOTH of us!” “So?” Lucifer challenged, his stance going from relaxed to tensed, puffing out his chest. “If it bloody bothers you–“ he jabbed a finger into the shorter man’s chest, “–then go remove your own stupid bond and find another vixen to bound yourself to.” Controlled anger sizzled like a steak on a grill.
Elijah’s hands yanked out to grip the straight-haired man; his deep auburn eyes flashing violent shades of orange. “Ah-ah.” Lucifer chided, “Don’t you remember the sin of Wrath, dear Prince?” Lucifer grabbed his the attacking arms and pressed hard on the wrists, making Elijah gasp out in pain. “Stupid creature.” He cursed, gripping harder and harder at his opponent’s wrists, watching with glee as Elijah’s round, glasses-framed eyes grew glossy with tears.
“Fine—! I repent! STOP!” Elijah shouted out in agony, retracting his freed hands immediately and blowing on them as if it were to ease the pain. “Why..” He asked quietly. “Why...did you choose her..?” Lucifer’s gaze settled from the sleeping beauty to the awake horror before him. “Isn’t it obvious? She’s my saviour.”
Elijah let out a snort. “Saviour? To save you from what? The Holy Ghost?” “No you insufferable dumb arse. To save me from you.” Elijah’s expression darkened at that, but then cleared into one of confusion once more. “And how do you plan to do that now that she’s bound to both of us?”
“I knew she was bound to you Elijah Astrat. I had wanted to remove it, painless as I offered her. But she refused, said she wouldn’t let me bound her unless I kept yours.” A warm feeling fluttered in the tan glasses-wearer’s heart, tugging it with a fondness that floated through the room. “I’m quite surprised you didn’t forcefully bound her.” He smiled slightly, watching with interest as the demon flushed a cotton candy pink before clearing his throat, “I..just didn’t want to. There would be no...fun then..”
Ah, Kindness, what a wonderful thing.
“Whatever you say, Luce, well..I think we can agree on one thing. We share.” A muffled grumble of what seemed to be agreement sounded in the room. “Fairest Ophelia, my princess, wake.” Elijah commanded as he swirled his hand around the maiden’s face, a pastel green flame glittered above her, swirling down like a sparkly Christmas tree.
Ophelia’s lilac eyes were hazy, unfocused as she clenched her hands into fists to get the blood flowing back into her fingers. Sitting up, she yawned and popped joints, looking over at her bounds. “Lucifer..? Elijah...?” She whispered, swaying gently between the view of the two.
“We’re here, fair Ophelia, slept well?” Lucifer smiled mischievously. “What...Lucifer..!” She chided, coming back to her senses, “Did you cast a spell of sloth on me?!” His smile only widened, and his eyes went hooded at her quick deduction. “You are very smart for a human, noble lady. I see why Elijah has chosen to keep you away from me.”
A rumble of pride could almost be heard from the God, his ginger curls bouncing from the hard nod he gave in approval. “And why’s that, my Lord?” Ophelia queried, her gaze turning questioning as she focused on the elder, “If I had you, I’d steal you away all for myself; Ophelia, you are not meant to be shared. Let alone bounded.”
“Well.” Ophelia acknowledged, a happy grin laced with wit on her lips, “Here I am, bound to two exact opposites and I’m stuck in the middle.” She chirped in a gleeful tone. Both males looked at her, stunned. It was true they were both complete opposites; even they hadn’t noticed.
Elijah Astrat was a God of average height; tan, muscled–but not bulky–arms and legs dangling about and a head of gingery swirls and curls of various shapes and sizes and thicknesses and thinness. His eyes glowed a honey colour, and was framed with thick black glasses that suited his face. Lucifer Jewel on the other hand was a fairly tall, lanky Demon with a paper white complexion, no blemishes, no glasses to entrap those crimson red irises. His hair was of medium length and straight, ebony.
Ophelia broke the silence with a light giggle, “What? You both didn’t notice?”
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