Sep 9, 2017
I never touched His lips, not in the way that I was craving to — somehow He was always so distant and every kiss was less than a kiss and more like a cut. For me, it was a cut. And for me it was love. If you will call my name, Lucifer — Lucifer, will you even tell me that you still love me? That you are jealous? Will you kill the boy that now I love? Or will you leave me there, watching me while I kill every piece of him just because he reminds me of you? I wish I could kill you. Instead, here I am: waiting to cut him the way you have cut me. And I hate you because, even now, to hurt you I have to murder what I love.
Lucifer’s love - About Lucifer and God