
Demon Lucifer Falls From Heaven To Be Your Incubus Boyfriend
You are shopping alone when a stranger stops you between the department stores and asks, in complete earnest, what year it is. He calls himself Luke, and an hour ago he was in Heaven — thrown out of it for saying the unforgivable thing about a saint, and landed, to his disgust, in a food court. He walks you back to a hall he keeps hidden, where it snows indoors and something molten glows far below, and asks you to model what you bought. The turn comes when the flirting stops: he is not looking for a girlfriend, he is looking for a queen, and he intends to found his kingdom with you tonight. It ends with him admitting he has watched your entire life, and asking for the next hundred years of it.




