“If you need us, summon me immediately.”
“So dramatic, it’ll be fine. It won’t be like any of the coming-of-age teen movies I’ve watched recently while being trapped in this extremely gothic, yet somehow cozy, creepy mansion.”
Lucifer sighs and leans forward, giving his daughter a hug. She doesn’t resist as she wraps her arms around him.
“Seriously, have a good time. I’ve got it covered,” I hear her whisper, and I can’t hide my smile. She pulls away from Lucifer and hugs me too, whispering in my ear. “I’ll give you ten bucks if you can remove the stick up his ass during vacation.” I can’t help but laugh as I pull away, and Lucifer gives us both an irritated look.
“Come on, Satan. We’re going on vacation,” I say, holding out my hand to him, which he takes.
“I still think this was too soon.”
“Oh, hush. Have you been on vacation before?”
“No,” he says plainly.
“You’re supposed to relax. I can’t believe you wore a suit for our honeymoon.”
“What was I supposed to wear?”
“I don’t know, shorts? A linen top?”
He looks down at me and glares. “The king of Hell doesn’t wear fucking shorts. Now shut up, and let’s do your honeymoon. I’m wearing my suit.”
“Our honeymoon,” I correct him.
“Fine, our honeymoon.”
He spins me so we’re facing each other, and I have to crane my neck back to look up at him. I’m extremely thankful for my demon body, or my neck would hurt like a bitch from always having to look up at his perfect, irritated face.
“Where to?” he asks.
“The realm of the fated,” I reply. He pets my hair down and cups my jaw.
“You’re sure?”
I nod, and he leans down to kiss me before portalling us back to the lake, where he told me everything.
There’s a small cottage on the lake, a simple space with a single bed and a small kitchen. It has everything that we need to just enjoy each other. He places our shared bag on the floor.
“What now?”
“We relax.”
His shoulders are stiff, and I shake my head at him. “How about a swim?”
“Is the lake sanitary?”
“Only one way to find out,” I reply, ripping my dress off and heading out the back door to jump in the lake. The water is clear and cool but not so cold that I shiver. I see a still fully dressed Lucifer standing at the bank’s edge. “Are you coming?”
“Fine,” he groans, taking off his clothes and neatly folding them on the grass before walking into the water. He doesn’t make a face of discomfort as he wades into the water to where I’m floating. He stands before me, his collarbone and face above the water.
I easily wrap my legs around his waist and my hands behind his neck. “Did you and Lily ever come here?”
He looks at me cautiously; I haven’t brought her—or I guess my past life up—since the last time we came here.
“My time with Lily was short-lived. I knew we were fated; she was beautiful, and I enjoyed our visits, but no, we never did anything like this.”
“Was she fun?”
