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• Missed Call: Heaven •

Golden swirls of light twisted & turned above me, Lucifer dragging his fingers around to pull the hues into intricate shapes. The air shimmered with enchantment, the golden streams creating pictures of ducks, angels, and fire. Anything he wanted to see was there at his fingertips.

I couldn't help but be drawn further into the magical aura surrounding Lucifer. The air of the garden hummed with magic. It was truly a beautiful spectacle, but I couldn't help but steal glances at the king. The golden light illuminated his features, his eyes glistened with a sense of innocence. The light made his blonde hair seem even brighter.

"It's beautiful," I spoke in barely a whisper. The king chuckled softly. After what seemed like hours of him asking me to come to the garden, I finally relented. Drunkenly stumbling & needing the king to support me on the way out of the hotel, I was glad I finally listened to him. I looked at him again, his deep crimson eyes intently staring back at me.

"I apologize for being rude earlier," I said shamefully, the weight of my earlier irritation making itself comfortable on my shoulders. He was only trying to help. I tucked my hands under my thighs, the cool concrete of the fountain's edge under my palms.

"No need for apologies. Sometimes, we stumble before finding the path meant for us," he laughed that soft, angelic laugh. It was contagious, earning a small laugh from me as well, thinking about how I'd embarrassed myself trying to walk alone.

Lucifer grew quiet, his magic slowly fizzing into nothingness, leaving the garden illuminated by only the pentagram shaped moon. In the soft glow, our glances met again, a surge of heat shooting to my core. Not again...

"I'm starting to get tired," I lied. The air seemed to thicken with unspoken desires, but I couldn't tell if that was the alcohol talking or not. A knowing smile played on his lips, a silent acknowledgment that further fueled the unspoken connection between us. "Would you like some help getting upstairs?"

"Ah, no.. that won't be necessary," I shot to my feet, immediately having to steady myself. There was no way I was making it up those stairs by myself. The ground spun ever so slightly as I stood, a testament to the inebriated state I found myself in yet again. The uneven cobblestone path made it much more difficult to navigate, but with each step, I felt more confident. Too confident.

I'd barely made it ten steps before my balance was thrown off, but Lucifer was trailing me the entire time. His hands wrapped around my waist to steady my balance. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through my senses.

"Our rooms are close to each other," the king persisted. "Let me help you."

Lucifer gave me no time to argue, one of his arms around my waist & the other lightly holding my hand. He effortlessly guided us back inside & up the stairs. Lucifer's presence, both comforting and magnetic, became my anchor in the dimly lit corridor. I closed my eyes for a moment, realizing I felt safe with him. That feeling was unfamiliar.

We approached the door to my room & I found myself wishing it was further away so I could stay close to him like this. Lucifer's touch lingered for a second before he released me, a smile on his lips yet a slight sadness in his eyes. "Goodnight," he whispered softly.

"Goodnight, Your Highness."

He rolled his eyes slightly. I gave a small smile at his mild annoyance before entering my room. The door clicked closed behind me & I slowly made my way to the bed. Curling under the blankets, my mind swirled with thoughts of the fallen angel. A small flash of light caught my attention.

A golden mist shrouded the ceiling, the magic swirling into the figure of a beautiful dove. Its wings unfurled before turning into golden dust-like shimmers that rained down across the bed, dissipating into nothingness, leaving me in darkness once more.