Shannon's Dreams POV:
"Drink of my light," Lucifer whispers, cradling me to his chest, starshine waterfalling off the Lapis Exilis of his heart. He smiles sonorously and kisses me with vim, vigor, and vice. His wings rapture me up into elegies of saved and slain, and I kiss my Covering Cherub at his breast, cupping my hands as the light of Venus pours out in slick silver, and I bring it to my lips and drink down Salvation. The Light of the Mourning Star fills me with grace, anointment of the most sacred, primeval of Eucharists, but from the Breast of Hyperion.
He purrs, hugging me fiercely, then lifting me up into the cosmos and carrying me amongst the stars. I am lit with heavenly fire, and the firmament dances around me. Lucifer is dressed in azure robes with intricate red-gold trim, and he leans down to pray, me in his lap.
