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(Foreword by Lucifer) Six of Pentacles on the bottom to start. There are many ways to show you belong to someone. A collar expresses one thing, to be owned and led. A ring is another, to be bound by love and devotion. A collar can be a ring, too. The reverse is also true. May all the bonds of your life be all the things you need, may those who control them always be worthy to lead. (Chapter 1) Nine of Cups, Judgement, Eight of Pentacles. It wasn’t the cool tile beneath you that was uncomfortable. It was almost refreshing, in the warm torrent of your body. Sweat was dripping slowly off of you. You tried to ground down into the feeling, but the pleasure crested again in waves. Trying to squirm away from his ministrations was abandoned long ago. It wasn’t the collar or leash that was keeping you tethered here, anymore. You felt pliant and obedient, forgetting to even beg for a break between waves. Ever benevolent, Lucifer allowed you one, his hands moving up your body. Even they felt cool against you in comparison to your own heat. His strong arms came around you, lifting you to his height, your legs trembling beneath you. His lips were warm against your forehead as he leaned in. “You were so good for me, Pet.” his voice was a gentle rumble above you. You leaned into the vibrations, still seeking his warmth though you felt fevered in your own. Measured steps of his thick boots against the floor took you to plush bedding. As he set you gently upon it, he wrapped his arms around you. You clung to him gently, tracing your fingers against his skin. He was humming behind you, his arms wrapped tightly against you. You fingers found an old scar, soft skin tracing the lines of something so ancient it couldn’t be named. You loved when he allowed himself to show you things that seemed so human. Even though he wasn’t, you knew he didn’t take such things lightly. Drifting to sleep, he traced the outline of his collar around your neck, his fingers dipping to stroke your throat. As sleep took you, you thought he had started quietly singing.

(Chapter 2) Four of Pentacles, Five of Swords, Eight of Swords. When he had you like this, it felt hard to remember what life was like before. Your thoughts flowed in and out, and it felt like he controlled each one that reached you. It was comforting in some way, knowing he had full control. You trusted him like needing to breath. Rarely having to think to do it. He controlled each feeling, too. Fear was replaced with pleasure, your thoughts replaced with his. People weren’t meant to see the devil’s thoughts like this. You knew it, but your body was so used to containing him, it felt as natural as anything to you. You breathed with him, he made your breath his. When you were young you thought other’s control of you would always be limited by them never fully knowing you. You did not have to consider that with Lucifer. Your body thrummed because his passing thought wanted it to, your ecstasy mounting to better feel him. To be molded by his hands was a beautiful thing. The tears of awe and perceiving divinity always followed. When you came back into your body you would wipe them with a tissue, fold it gently, and place them on your altar. His favorite offerings were always the ones he drew from you, the ones that contained your self.

(Chapter 3) Queen of Pentacles, The Sun, Death. Only last night you were pleading for mercy you knew he would always give. You had fallen into a steady pace with your submission, and the love it was built on was growing every day. Lucifer’s eyes were unwavering as your shaking hands pressed the test to the cold tile. His hands were warm against your arms, you’d promised he could look first. You felt a chill in the room from the anxiety of not knowing. You leaned into him, breathing in. His soft shirt smelled like aged tobacco, something deeper and masculine. The notes of it grounded you, your head spinning. You planned to let your thoughts drift until he told you, but you felt his love and excitement peak first. You weren’t sure who truly knew first, sometimes you caught his feelings before he even knew them. Later, he was peppering kissing over your stomach. “Little cherubs.” He said, pronouncing the “b” with a pop. The “s” was drawn out, his hopes clear. “Cherubs.” More than one.

(Chapter 4) The Tower, Ace of Pentacles, Knight of Cups. He was many things to you, there was no denying it. Sometimes he really was The Devil. You’d seen sides of him that chilled you to the core. You knew the things he was capable of. “I could control you with a thought.” He’d once said to you. You thought he was being condescending in the moment, but now you knew it had just been true. He didn’t like misunderstandings about his power. He wanted all to know how much control he had, how he had spent an eternity perfecting it. He was the Emperor of Hell, after all. That seemed so far away in this moment, though. His cheeks were flushed pink. The sun gently dripped upon him outlined his calm breathing. The sky was clear with a few idyllic clouds. His eyes were closed, his posture relaxed and open. He almost looked young in this moment, though his lazy half smile accentuated the crows feet and smile lines. You wanted to trace them, but he seemed to be drifting to sleep. You couldn’t help the thought that you could see him as an angel, right now. Trusting, content, and loved. 

You stepped further inside pushing the cobwebs to the side as you looked around. You were startled with someone sitting in the chair near the corner of the fireplace. The man looked up at you with the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen like obsidian reflecting back at you. This caused you to gasp at his beauty and luckily the lighting was horrible you were sure your cheeks were flushed as much as they were burning in this moment. "Excuse me I'm sorry I'll go was just looking for warmth." As you turned not waiting for a response he jumped up and had a sword to your throat in seconds. "WHAAA??" You were startled not able to breathe you were so scared. Tears welled up in your eyes soon as he saw that he let the sword down and put it away. He turned back towards the fireplace while you were left shaking not sure what just happened. You hear his words in a soft but stern tone. "You can stay he and warm tonight human."

You didn't quiet understand as you moved closer to the fire until you saw his wings peeking out from under his cloak. They were beautiful even prettier than his eyes. You smiled as you pointed to them. "So your a fairy? So yo do exist. I was told many times you did but never saw one until now." He was in no mood for small talk and you could tell with his grumpiness he was not in the mood to get to know another human. You figured he had probably been enslaved so many times you could even understand why trusting one human could be the death of him and his kind even. You didn't waste his time anymore you curled up in front of the fireplace trying to get warm. After a bit of quietness he tapped at your shoulder handing you a bowl of soup that was heated by the fire. You accepted it but still not rushing to give him the sense that he was forced to talk to you so all you left it was simple. "Thank you."

After eating your food you were ready for sleep you nodded towards him as you tried to get comfy. It didn't take too long to get as good as you could then you felt a blanket draped over you. As you look up you see him tucking you into bed. He may not could say alot of words, and maybe didn't trust you so fast because you were human however he wasn't a bad person he did have a heart. You were sure at this point a friendship could grow from this and who knows how much more but the light wasn't so dim anymore once he showed you deep down he wanted to connect and not be alone anymore either.

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