I held the coffee in my hands as if my life depended on it, technically it did but that’s not the problem here, the problem is that I, Natasha, had taken my night off by taking my night off so if this coffee is not in the hands of my darling boss of a dear before its cold, Natasha, will be dealing with the devil…I don’t mean figuratively.

Yea, I work for the devil ‘oh how could I?’ Well, let me put it this way.

I woke in an abandoned church, hopeless, alone with the bad case of the amnesia, surrounded by angry townsfolks with pitchforks and angry slur (you know the whole thing) calling me ‘witch' ‘succubus' and everything else foolish. And low and behold, Satan, the devil, Lucifer and so forth, saved me and helped me survive, he still references as the day he ‘felt' generous, I doubt that, but for whatever reason he saved me, I am grateful, not grateful enough to not get paid for my job but grateful enough to stay.

And hey, it’s not so bad, I mean between the killing, capturing souls and blood, he owns a world-renowned fashion brand, company etc, he is amazing at it but he is the devil what do you expect, anyway, where do I come into the picture…well… I am his assistant, his right-hand man and his left, his bowl of sunshine and so forth. Oh, yeah back to running.

I ran up the steps into the black goth mansion, I swiftly jumped over the hound from hell called Rufus, Danger and Butterfly, I knock on the door under the stairs before running up them, I yelled over my shoulder:

“is he up yet!” I pulled my tan sweat down before trying to fix my skirt.

“Yes!” a roaring sound throughout the house.

“Better get breakfast ready!” I shouted with a smile which made the whole mansion shake “thank you!” I scream as I made my way door a dark black hallway with deep red carpets, I stopped in front of a big dark wood door and tapped it lightly.

“Enter” I heard a deep velvety voice answer.

“good morning” I rang with a smile.

“it’s morning, isn't it?” he asked standing by a great big circle window behind his black desk, as I placed the black coffee on it “it is indeed morning and yet you only appear now” he turned towards me, shadows coated his eyes and I didn’t know his mood and my stomach tightened “I waited in this chair for you, pleading with Jasper that you would come and guess what!” he shouted the last part in an air of overdramatic vocals as I rolled my eyes “you know what I hate”

He suddenly appears next into me, breathing in my sense as he whispered into my ear “your heartbeat, so calm, so courageous, oh how I wish I could rip it out” he caressed my hair “but I can’t, you know why?” he grinned suggestively

“Because I am the best assistant, you ever have?” I looked him dead in the eyes and my heart tightened, he was hungry, I could smell it off him.

“No” his eyes caresses my face slowly “because I am feeling generous today” he walked away from me toward his desk picking up the coffee and taking a soft sip, his eyes fell the turned to red “I want your fucking coffee” he threw the cup against the window

“you said my coffee was horrid” I explained moving towards his computer, checking his emails and bring up the preview for a meeting.

“That’s why I like it” he mumbled falling into the smaller chair across from his desk.

There was a knock at the door, I turned to look at it but ‘Erik” waved me off as he put his fingers to his eyes, the knock came once more but as before he ignored it and when he ignores something, so should you. The knock came a third time and what followed was a roar from yours truly:

“for love of death,” he turned to me “who is that awful creature?”

“someone way less dramatic then you” I walked to the door and opened it, only to find Jasper. “Jasper,” I said with a hint of death in my tone.

“Natasha, how pleasant” he grinned showing his sharp teeth, his eyes glowed pink in lust, as my eyes scan his platinum hair and pale skin but I heard a deep growl from behind me.

“Jasper, your lust sinks, remove it” he comments pulling me away from the door “I spoke of this Jasper, you shall not be seen in the day time” he dismissed the shapeshifting demon without a thought.

“But…sweet Satan, I have but news” he slurred through his teeth.

“What news?” I asked but he turned to me

“silence, witch” he shouted but Erik pushed him into the wall with a dark force.

“you have an audience with me, you ungrateful scum” he sneered as I made my way to the couch “of what news do you bring?” he eyes watched my every move.

“It’s of pure, I found a pure soul” he grinned looking at the dark devil.

“Then we shall intervene, tonight,” he said moving his eyes to my nose nerves tick in the habit “happy? Jasper” he made the words flow from his teeth.

“Pleasantly” he disappeared through the door.

I watch her body lift from the confines of the black couch, she moved to my desk to collect the iPad and with it my computer bag, she gave my outfit a once over before grabbed my round sunglasses and handing to me. As she fixed my collar and my blazer, I couldn’t help but watch her, her full pouty lips and small nose gave her birth bruised cheek an air of contouring only a palette would provide, I watch her curly hair brown hair and delicate fingers which moved around my face in quiet harmony, little does she know of the powers that lay within them.

“I would beg for forgiveness but it’s not within my character” I whispered as she cringed her nose like before.

“pray tell what should I forgive you for?” she whispered in sweet comfort.

“For the hunger on my lips and the loneliness in my heart”, I said knowing I would get a reaction.

“your dramatic air is unwelcomed so early in the morning”, she moved away from me in silent forgiveness.

Yea, I forgave him, I always do, not because of his dramatic pose or his charming wit or heartfelt poetic words, no but because I loved him (oh omg so cliché) yea I have nightingale syndrome, so sue me but he did save my life, that and the way he eyes were big and animatic or how his fangs would just touch his full yet faded lips or his long sharp nose and the way shadows dipped into the space between his cheeks and his jawline, then he would smile and move his tongue lightly across his teeth, that was…I love that but physicality aside he was warm and kind and sweet and meaningful and honest to a fault but with that beautiful feeling came anger, evil, death and blood that I could not ignore. So what did I do…I moved out…packed my bags and got on the next bus, and I was out of there but with dense feeling in my gut.

We headed for the door and in one swift moment we were in the car and one our way to appointments on appointments which meant putting a front, an act and play the part of mortals, I sat looking and briefing Erik on his duties for the day but all he did was stare at me, his eyes bordered onto my eyebrows when I hear his deep voices in a whisper:

“I do not appreciate the outfit” he grimed

“I do not appreciate you staring at my eyebrows but here we are” I didn’t even lift my head to look at him.

“I don’t care what you wear as long as it’s in black” its spilt from his mouth as he adjusted his cliff.

“I don’t care what you stare at as long as it’s cover and look upon in fear” I looked up at him.

“You are testy today, darling” he smirked when the driver announced our arrival.

We stepped out the busy New York street into Prada offices, walked as if it were the gates of hell as if we stepped on the backs of souls and demon, the room stop women and men stared at him with pure lust and jealousy while Erik turned a blind eye at them, we enter the elevator and that was my cue to fix him up. I pulled off his big round sunglasses, fixed his unruly hair while slowly whispering:

“You are going to be civil, gracious and humble” he eyebrow lifted in an animatic way “you will not lust, rage or insult anyone and…” I rubbed my eyes “you will not kill out of hunger, got it?” I asked as he smiled playfully.

“Have I ever let you down? Darling” he moved his hands in surrender.

“don't call me darling, love” I pulled his blazer firmly before walking out of the elevator in silence.

….

We sat around the conference table while an over-eager young man tried to sale us on clothing which was a mixture between OVO by Drake and Chanel, but never the less we sat the bored but with polite smiles on our faces. Suddenly ‘Erik' stood to his feet and the room went silent, the poor young man look scared to death as the boss moved towards him, ‘Erik’ gave him a cheeky smile before taking over the presentation.

“Ladies, gentlemen” he stood proud with a hand behind his back “what do you lust for?” his voice growled in the end, sending shivers down my spine. “I don’t want cheap experiences, Mr Smith” he turned to the young man “I want exclusive enjoyments”

He then moved to a woman with blonde hair and deep red lipstick who sat before him, he pushed the papers and files from in front of her before sitting on the table and staring into her eyes which made her back arch towards him, he whispered:

“what do you lust for, Miss. Grismer?” he faces moved so close to hers as if he were to kiss her silently

“pleasure” the words fell from her lips as if pull from itself.

“what would you do to get it?” he smirked at her.

“anything” she huffed out like it was her last breathe.

“anything” he smiled before hopping off the table-turning to face the rest of the room

“Lust is a powerful emotion and its one thing everyone here and out there has in common” he touched her cheek from her under-eye pleading eyes to her awaiting mouth. “if we find what everyone lusts for, we find our product. And how do we find it, we look at the trends, who is watching what, who is listening to what, what's the next big drama, what makes their eyes bleed with lust and we trap it. That’s what I want, bring me that and maybe you can keep your jobs” he signalled for me to come, I moved behind him slipping on his jacket “good day lovelies” he said before we left the conference room.

We walked side by side to the elevator, we stood in silence as it came to the floor, I looked down at his hands to find them shaking and I knew his hunger was building when the elevator door swung open, he grabbed my arm, pulling me with him into and before I knew it I was pressed against the wall of it. He hand reached behind him to close the door but his deep red eyes kept mine prisoner and to be completely honest I was willingly captured by them, he pushed down my cardigan from my chest only to be confronted my blouse which hind my neck, he stepped back and in a heartbeat his teeth sunk into my flesh through the fabric under my collar bone, he growled at the taste.

And my body shiver down to my core, it quivered and tingling in the excitement of his bite, you see Lucifer doesn’t suck blood, come on, he is not a vampire but draws the soul from each blood cell but mine was a taste too sweet for him to bear, so as soon as his teeth attached itself to my collar the sooner he pushed himself away from me. I watch his heaving chest and the way his eyes turned a familiar white for a moment before he grabbed my waist and licked the hound softly to heal it, he growled once more at the feeling of my soft skin.

“I have told you countless times not to do that” I whispered as I tried to straighten my clothes when he still held me in her arms.

“I didn’t hear you complain” he whispered into my ears “all I felt was quivering” he smirks into my neck

“I can't control normal reaction,” I said pushing him off me.

“no you can't,” he said moving away from me and straightening his suit “but you can enjoy it,” he said pulling my cardigan on my shoulders to cover the holes “remind me to buy you another,” he said giving my lips a peak then turning to doors of the elevator “oh and next time wear something more accessible,” he said over his shoulder.

….

I had send ‘Erik’ home, his hungry presences were the least of worries there, so when I finally knock off work and entered the gloomy gothic mansion then found my way to his office, he sat looking over the city from his big circle window. The room was a bath in darkness with only the lights from outside lamenting it, his fingers rest softly on his lips were his fangs grew painful forwards ready to eat, I softly entered the room moving toward his very calm frame, he kept his eyes on the city not acknowledging my presence even though I knew he felt me there.

I slowly pulled the drawer out to find my paintbrush and homemade war paint, it was made of magic spells for protection, I watch my hand move in circles as I whispered a sweet enchantment while Erik stops my hand in its motion and pull onto his lap then he released my hand to continue. I straddled his strong lap as I slowly painted the intricate design upon his eyes working down until his lips, I stop at the soft fade pair then were parted just a little, I could see his now sharp teeth. My eyes flickered up to be captured by his deadly blood-red eyes and in an instant, I flew from his lap, I placed my back flat against the wall in fear and lust, fear of the hold he had on me and lust for the will to let him have it.

“Are you done?” he said moving his bored eyes to the window once more as a pain stabbed my aching heart at his uninterested glaze.

“It is finished” I whispered before stepping out of the room with an air of sadness.

We stood in a dirty, old apartment, water stains were splatter all over the walls, magazines, newspapers, beer cans and empty pizza boxes cluttered the floor; we followed the trail of filth to an overweight man sitting in a lazy boy chair, stuffing his face with pizza while holding onto a phone. His long hair which was in a tiny ponytail looked oily and skin with sprinkled with pimples, he looked like he hadn't seen a shower in days or maybe months; he eyes glued to a tv which played sickening porn on it, his sin clothed his body in black thick inky slim which made my stomach turn.

“great” Lucifer huffed at the man then turned to me “I get to have a child predator for dinner”

“I told you, tonight is a slow one” I pulled out my watch, looking down at it, as he pinched the space between his eyebrows.

“how much longer?” he growled at me.

“fifteen minutes more,” I said shifting as the man scratched his beard, oblivious to our presence.

We in hunting mood, we could see our victims but they couldn’t see us, so we stood there in our dark clothes waiting for his death time. A death time was the time of death for mortals if done correctly and on the dot, no angles would attack our hunt but leave it to nature of life, we could only hunt the deemed then the redeemed, for the redeemed have the rights to heaven and we would be killed in an instant as the warriors of heaven would be on our asses without a wink, seeing as Lucifer did not have his staff; he was powerless against the mighty angels of heaven.

“How is he to go?” leaning against a table, carefully not to touch anything.

“Choke to death on a piece of pizza,” I said looking at his lump of a mortal “I wonder were Azrael is, she normally lives for this sort of collection,” I said missing Lucifer reaction to the name.

“maybe something better came up,” he said crossing his arms getting even more frustrated by the horrible scene playing on the tv. “Could you do something about that tv?” he shouted as I flicked my wrist and the tv went dead to us.

I pulled out my watch to find it was five seconds before his death time “now” I said as Lucifer grabbed the man the throat and he began to frantically scream at the sight of Lucifer’s true form before he sucked the soul into his month and let go of the man like he will infect his skin; we stood watching the body to ash before teleporting out of there.

Then we sat silently in the middle of a busy restaurant as I scarfed down food in my hungry restate and Erik was impatient, his fingers rattled against the wood table, his eyes scammed the busy dinner hour as I sat silently sipping my glass of wine, he sat uprightly turn towards me in silent seduction before capturing my chin in his delicate long fingers and whispered:

“Natasha…do you smell that?” his eyes turned orange in hunger “there is a soul near”

“We are sitting a restaurant full of people, Erik,” I said crossing my arms in boredom, closing my eyes at his closeness.

“no, not this smell..mmm…smells of rain and lavender, some….” He cut off by a very cheery voice.

“Heya, boss” poppy head popped up in front of our table but Erik rolled his eyes and released my chin.

“hey, Poppy” I smiled at her.

“heya Boss lady, looking cutesy as always” she winked with her cheerful smile, I always felt a strange connection to her and bright smile, big eyes and long pink hair, she always keeps in two buns.

I heard a growl next to me “you do realize we are on different levels, she isn't your boss, Pop” he grunted which made Poppy roll her eyes.

She waves him off “Boss lady, not Boss lady, just titles” she giggled as he rolled his eyes.

“Poppy we discussed keeping too many souls on your person..” he was cut off but her once more.

“don’t sweat, I have carried much more than this. Plus I was almost late for work today” she said with a smile.

He moved his fingers to his face “how many do you have on you now?” he asked boldly as I watch the two amused.

“About a thousand, was busy last night” she churned out as he shook his head. I watched her glaze behind her “you gotta order something, the boss is up to my ass” she turns and gave him a wave.

Poppy was a soul carrier, she could hold a million souls in her chest at a time but if she were to be caught with that amount on her person, the soul could be set free to roam the earth.

“We are leaving” he growled as he stood to his feet.

“Just the check poppy and a slice of chocolate mousse cake” I smile as I stood to my feet.

“ooh, I will get ya a good big juice slice, Boss Lady,” she said and ran off.

“Ugh,” he growled.

“She is your best servant” I mentioned as we got to the door. “And you love her” I made kissing faces at him.

“I tolerate her” he grunted which made me laugh.

….

We step out into the night with a deep red wine bottle and a slice of heavenly Chocolate mousse cake, I approached the car when ‘Erik' stopped me and looked to the full moon.

He moved behind me lifting he head into the corners of my neck “let's take a walk” he moved to my side and presented his arm before me, I held onto him. “you must have figured out that we don’t eat” he hummed, glazing at the box heavenliness in my hand.

“you must have figured out that I don’t care,” I said laying my head on arm just under his shoulder “and you drink coffee every morning without need” I mumbled into his smell

“It tastes like immoral souls” he made his voice tremble in deeper into my hair. “the best kind” I mouthed the words with him.

“What a pretty sight, Lovebirds” we turned to see Jasper, we had felt his presence a mile away.

“Jasper is this important?” ‘Erik’ moved towards him.

“Well, you up for a pretty sight, boss” he smirked then pointed across the street “there is your pure soul”

Across the street she stood with ginger hair and all at once I felt his arms fall to his side, at that moment I knew he was lost, I looked at his bare face and his eyes changing with every emotion he felt. I turned once more to the angel with ginger hair and my eyes went white, I saw her soul and somehow I was drawn to it, without my knowledge I step into traffic before I snatch back and turned around to see Jaspers face, with one slap I was brought back to reality and my eyes cleared.

I looked at her once again, I looked upon her perfect small nose, her electric blue eyes and the way her white cotton dress fell light over her body but still seem to sway between her legs. Once again I looked at him as he eyes followed her dress just as I did before, I lost him by the sight of the pure one when I heard a cry making me turn to her again but to find her running away being chased by some man, I heard a growl from beside me, ‘Erik' launched forward but I grabbed his arm.

“Not here” his eyes could mine in a rage “not here” I pulled him with me and down an alleyway.

We walked down the alleyway, transforming into our hunting gear, I felt my heels turned to wedge boots while tight strips of fishnet stocking moved up my legs to my leather short shorts, a tight leather corset wrapped around my waist as my hair flowed back in tiny curls. I summoned holster to form around my thighs as I turned to look at Erik but found Lucifer himself, he dressed in total leather while his now long white hair fell behind him and his horns stuck up against it. He turned to me, giving me a wink before we step into a portal.

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