Aeronwy-the-Faerie

    Jasper stood at the door of the Devil’s palace, suspicion nagging at the back of his mind. Why the bloody hell would Lucifer invite him over for some sort of friendly dinner when the two were hardly on polite terms? It confounded him, which was why he now kept his guard up, ready for a trick. The Devil had always enjoyed clever tricks.    The seven-foot-tall demon ran a hand through his black hair, pushing it back before adjusting his leather jacket (which, now open, revealed a bare, mouth-wateringly muscular torso) taking a final deep breath. He wasn’t going to stand on Satan’s front-steps forever, after all. He lifte

            Aria the angel danced before the Devil. Dressed in a way that she would never have dressed had she been free, moving with the new, sensuous movements that she'd recently been taught by a succubus for this very purpose.            Lucifer tipped his head back as he drained his wineglass for the fifth time. He seemed to have a special talent for holding his alcohol well. The succubus at his side immediately refilled his glass.            Aria's eyes remained downcast as the Fallen ones joined in a sordid embrace. The music to which she danced floated through the air without interruption or pause. A spell by the Devil had brought