•THREE•

When I woke up, Lucifer was gone. It seemed like he disappeared for hours. Not that I wanted to wake up beside him. What time is it anyway? There is no clock to be found.

Light filtered through the crimson colored curtains. Instead of a yellow sun like the one on earth. Hell's sun is poisonous red like poinsettia flowers. It's insanely beautiful.

Getting out of bed, I strode towards the bathroom which is the size of two master bedrooms. I am shocked of the scenery before me. I've never seen anything like it. The walls were large format tiles of maroon honed travertine and the floor was made of black obsidian tiles. Gleaming granite countertops, big framed mirrors on each wall, and fluffy red and black towels folded neatly on a shelf.

In the center of the bathroom, lies a tub so big that ten people can sit in it. To my right is a white polished toilet in the far corner. This looks like heaven but I laughed to myself because I'm in Hell.

A good bath will get my morning started or whatever time of day it is. I discarded my clothes and entered the tub which is a cream colored granite. The faucet is plated with gold. I lie against the tub letting the hot steamy water fill up. Bubbles were beginning to form, covering my body to my shoulders and to my toes.

There was shampoo on a stand beside the tub. I grabbed it and squeezed some into my hand. Rubbing it together I apply the shampoo to my black hair. It smells so good. Sandalwood. Lucifer's shampoo.

After I massaged the shampoo throughly, I ducked my head into the water. When I came to the surface someone was standing beside the tub. I was going to scream but I realized it was Lucifer who has a black towel in hand.

"Didn't your Father teach you any manners?" My face feels hot and I know I'm blushing like a hot chili pepper.

"I'm the Devil," Lucifer grins. "I'm a bad boy."

He was dressed in a long white sleeved collared shirt. The top three buttons undone. The shirt is transparent where I could see his tattoos. Oh. He's a bad boy alright. The type I should stay clear of but I feel that is not going to happen.

"Can you please get out?" I uttered. "I need to finish my bath."

"Maybe if I help you will finish more quickly," he says leaning towards the tub.

Is he flirting with me?

"Not a chance in hell." I retorted.

"Darling," Lucifer smiles. "We are in Hell so I can take the chance of washing you myself."

"Don't you dare touch me," I demanded. I wonder how his hands would feel grazing across my skin but dammit I'm still a bit afraid. I never been touched before yet my body wants Lucifer and my mind says no. He's the Devil for Christ sakes!

He chuckles setting the towel on the stand. "Breakfast will be served in a few minutes so I suggest you hurry up." Lucifer leaves the bathroom.

In ten minutes I was through but I cursed out loud because I didn't bring any clothes with me. I wrapped the black towel around me. The length stopped at mid thigh. If I bend over all my lovely parts will show.

I grabbed another towel to wrap around my hair. Taking a deep breath I opened the bathroom door and stepped into the room. Lucifer was nowhere to be found. Thank God.

Striding towards the closet, I open it to find the dresses that I've seen last night. They were magnificently gorgeous. There's a lot to choose from but I found one that matches my eyes. Gently, I took it off the hanger and lay the dress across the bed.

Unwrapping the towel from my hair, I took the towel that's wrapped around me letting it drop to the floor.

Damn no undergarments. I guess I have to go commando which sucks. I slip the dress on which fits perfectly hugging my every curve. My boobs were showing a little bit but not too much. The most skin showing was my back shaping like a V where you could see the dimples on my back.

I found matching slippers to the dress and slipped them on.

Are you decent, Celine?

Crimson. I smiled replying yes.

I open the door and there he was sitting on his behind wagging his black tail. He seems happy for some reason.

Master ordered me to escort you to the dining area for breakfast.

"Of course." I replied closing the bedroom door behind me.

You're quite beautiful. I detect a smile in his tone.

"Thank you, Crimson. You're not so bad yourself." He chuckles leading the way. I followed behind him.

Lucifer's castle is a sight to see. Paintings of explicit war showing body parts being flown in the air, angels falling from Heaven, and demons devouring souls. The next left is a big ballroom floor. I bet Lucifer throw some awesome parties. Leaving the ballroom, Crimson turns right where the dining area is located.

The table is filled with abundance of food. Toast, eggs, bacon, pancakes, grits, waffles and so on. My stomach started growling. Lucifer sat at the head of the table.

Master. Crimson addresses.

Lucifer looked up his purple orbs meeting my blue ones. As I walked closer, his eyes started to trail along my body. My heart starts to race. He has this look I can't discern. Don't get out of control. I thought to myself.

I give him my best smile and twirled around like a little girl. I'm not going to lie. I wanted him to see my naked back. So I twirled around slowly. How did I become such a tease? Lucifer expression remains the same. I wonder what's on his mind right now.

"You look even more beautiful than those dreadful pajamas." Lucifer compliments.

"I bet you look even more handsome with horns and a tail."

Crimson started booming with laughter. Lucifer glares at him.

My apologies, Master. It was quite funny.

"I hate humans," he mutters. "I look nothing like that. Don't they know I was an angel once?"

"Is it true the archangel Michael beat your ass and sent you here?" I snorted.

Crimson laughed again and couldn't stop. Lucifer is seriously mad. Wow. Can't he take a joke?

"If you must know. Yes, he is the one that brought me here and I hated my Father for it. The sword my brother used weakened me so I was of no advantage."

"Sorry, I couldn't help but make the joke."

"It was funny." Lucifer says drinking some wine.

I smiled finishing up my breakfast. I'm so stuffed like a pig on thanksgiving or turkey whichever one it is.

Lucifer extends his hand out and I grabbed it. He leads me to the ballroom. Are we going to dance or something? Crimson followed behind us. He must be Lucifer's guard dog.

"A party will be thrown here tonight," Lucifer starts saying. "Demons from the Nine Circles of Hell will be attended here and their rulers."

"Rulers?" I asked confused. "I thought you were the king of Hell."

"I am," he grins. "They answer to me." Oh. Right.

"What are the Nine Circles of Hell?"

"Limbo is the first circle. Next, is Lust. Third, is Gluttony. Fourth, is Greed. Fifth, is Anger. Sixth, is Heresy. Seventh, is Violence. Eighth, is Fraud and lastly is Treachery."

"So technically all the bad sinners are coming. This will be one hell of a party." I replied sarcastically.

"You will be by my side at all times. No one will dare touch you." Lucifer promised. Aww how sweet but this weird feeling inside me sent tingles all over my body.

Lucifer tells me everything about Hell that there is six Chiefs Gods of Hell, three hierarchy's including the first is angels who were Seraphim, Cherubim, and Thrones. A second hierarchy that includes Powers, Dominions, and Virtues. And third hierarchy including Archangels, Principalities, and Angels.

I'll search all this up later because that is a lot of questions to be asking that needs to be answered. Lucifer shows me around the castle. He even has a greenhouse with live plants which is weird because I thought nothing grows here in Hell. I thought wrong. They were such beautiful plants I've never seen before.

Lucifer plucked a blue flower it's stem covered with sharp thorns. He snap the stem off and put the flower in my hair. Surprisingly, it stayed.

How could people thought that the Devil is cruel? Well he has this bad boy intimidating type going on but there's a side of him that's kind. I sound like a lunatic telling you that the Devil isn't a bad person. Maybe he has a darker side. A side to punish people who done wrong. After all he is a punisher.

"That was a nice gesture," I look up into his eyes.

"Trust me, Celine. I'm anything but nice."