Chapter 27 Lucifer #2
Galilee inhaled sharply. “For real?”
“It’s just a fraction of time compared to forever,” he reminded her. “Belial has everything in hand, and by the time I have
to return, you should be strong enough to come with me.”
Galilee laughed with relief. “I don’t know about all that,” she said, just as a bread roll missed her head narrowly.
“Sorry!” Bonbon didn’t look sorry at all. “Y’all just looked like you were about to make out, and I had to intervene.”
Oriak? raised an eyebrow at her girlfriend. “There isn’t a single romantic bone in your body,” she marveled.
Bonbon frowned. “I thought you knew that.”
Oriak? sighed and leaned over to kiss Bonbon’s cheek. “And yet, here I am, ablaze with foolish hope,” she said dryly.
Lucifer squeezed Galilee’s hand as she watched her friends with emotion gleaming in her eyes.
He knew how terrified she’d been that she would lose them, that her life would become something unrecognizable, and he shared her gratitude that they’d all done the work to stay with one another.
The last thing he wanted was for Galilee to be cut off from the people she loved, even if it would have driven her deeper to him.
Bonbon looked up past Lucifer and broke out into a smile. “Hey, you,” she said, just as a hint of cacao brushed across Lucifer’s
senses. A slow smile rolled over his face, and then Leviathan was standing there, wearing denim on denim and looking inexplicably
good in it. His locs were in twists, and his dark eyes were fixed on Lucifer.
“You made it,” he said, and the pleasure in his voice was controlled but there. Lucifer rose out of his chair, stepping away from the table so he could place his hand on the back of Levi’s neck and drag
him into a scorching kiss. His prince made a harsh sound in the back of his throat, and Lucifer cupped his jaw in his hands,
deepening the kiss and reveling in the way Leviathan melted under his mouth, even after all these eons, now that Galilee had
welded them together again.
“Hey,” he heard her whine. “How come they’re not banned from making out?”
“Because they don’t have a public sex kink,” Bonbon countered.
Galilee huffed. “Yeah, they do. They just don’t do it at parties.”
Lucifer broke off the kiss, and Leviathan blinked at him before pulling himself back together and bending to kiss Galilee.
“Hello, little angel.” The prince stroked his thumb at the corner of her mouth and looked at her with naked affection. “Did
you miss me?”
Galilee stroked his cheek, her face ablaze with feeling even as her voice turned sarcastic. “It’s been a few hours, so yes,
I missed you terribly.”
Levi slid into the chair at her left and leaned across the table to dap up Oriak?. “What’s good, princess?”
Lucifer stared at them in shock. Leviathan and Oriak? had constantly sniped at each other from the beginning, which was fair,
given the Devil and his princes had been posing as staff in her father’s house and she’d always been an imperious bitch, as
Levi had put it.
“What the fuck did I miss?” he asked. “When did you two kiss and make up?”
Oriak? glared at him, and Galilee snorted out a laugh.
“She came to see me in training,” Galilee explained. “Next thing I know, they’re bonding over their sadistic streaks and comparing
weapons, which I didn’t even know Oriak? collected.”
“He seduced her with his sword,” Bonbon translated helpfully, and Oriak? choked on her champagne.
“Bonbon!”
Leviathan winked at Bonbon. “Her sword’s much bigger, though.”
Bonbon grinned wickedly. “Isn’t it, though?”
“Oh my God.” Oriak? clapped a hand over her girlfriend’s mouth. “You aren’t allowed to talk anymore.”
Galilee turned to Leviathan and slid her hand in his. “Did you hear? Luci’s staying for a long time.”
Leviathan’s eyes widened as he looked to Lucifer, and the Devil shook his head.
“Years,” Lucifer clarified. “She hasn’t adjusted to eternity yet.” They were toying with the possibility that Galilee would
have an angel’s lifespan, but there was no way to know for a while yet.
“What’s a long time to you?” Galilee asked.
“Millennia,” Leviathan replied, deadpan.
Lucifer chuckled at the look on Galilee’s face. “I could arrange for longer,” he said gently. “If you don’t age, we might
have to move out of Salvation.”
Galilee blushed like she always did when any of them talked about this as a permanent thing, something long term, something
committed. Lucifer and Leviathan were careful not to scare her off. Decades were nothing, but for someone who’d been raised
to think they were a lifetime, the stakes were different.
“I’ll take the years.” Galilee laced her fingers with his, and Lucifer watched as she shoved any uncertainty behind her.
“You might get decades,” he warned.
Leviathan leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Maybe we’ll get a house,” he said, and Lucifer snorted as Galilee almost choked.
Leviathan grinned wickedly. “It doesn’t have to be right now, little angel. We don’t want to come on too strong.”
Lucifer smiled at his prince. “I’ll get us a house whenever you want, Levi. As many as you want, in whichever countries you
want.”
“Oh my God, just propose to each other already.” Bonbon poured syrup over her pancakes and rolled her eyes.
Galilee flapped her hands at Lucifer and Leviathan. “Enough of this.”
Leviathan winked at the Devil, and Galilee kept a hand on his thigh, a burning reminder that wrapped around both his flesh
and his heart. Lucifer was never going to get tired of her searing him, of watching her get stronger and stronger and even
more terrifying, of seeing her come apart under his and Leviathan’s hands. He loved them both, even if neither of them was
ready to hear it yet. As soon as he could get them alone, he planned to bring them to their knees before him, slide into their
throats, feel their slick hold on him so they could all remember that what they’d crafted together had gathered in weight.
They had built a solid certainty that left Lucifer in awe of how much possibility could still be found this far into his existence,
and he would hold that certainty up like a roof over their heads.
He could do decades. He was the Devil.
He was the son of the morning.