Intoxicated by the strawberry fart drink, I fall into a stupored sleep as Samael's main palace woodstone in the Victorian living room by the courtyard entrances my drunken basic white girl self. Legend is playing the scene with Tim Curry as Darkness. Samael is fixated on it, and we are camped out on the buff brawny loinclothed red skinned Devil.
"I can look like that! Should I?"
"Not right now."
"I'll do it for Halloween. And I'll make you tacos."
"Mmm… demon tacos. Sam, tell me a story, ima bout to pass out."
He sighs, nuzzling the crest of my brow. He runs his hands through the red curls, his lips flush with locks, then illuminates the freckles on my face with kisses a dozen times. It feels like a blush of constellations from his heated body.
"Sure thing, sweetheart, my Lux Mundi… once, long ago, in a Garden, Lucifer and Beelzebub met Eve…"
I closed my eyes, listening:
