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He knows he deserves it. He’s a kleptomaniac fool who always gets what’s coming to him, but he still wishes, hopes that he deserves better.

He cries. Not for Lucifer, not for his pain. For the built-up anger in his bones. His fist curl under the blanket, brows furrowed.

He dreams, for a moment when he’d lie against Lilith, the light of celestial stars shining upon them.

And yet, still, he finds himself missing your warmth.

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