New Story Released— “The Devil Has a Choice.”
Santana Lux is the new anti-Christ of Biblical legend, but he’s not the monster they want to make him out to be. Sure, he’s a cunning, ruthless business mogul and political lobbyist, but he’s also geeky, lazy, and hopelessly in love with his sweet-and-tiny husband Lucius.
He has been given a choice: become the god of the new world or give it all up for the love of his life.
It isn’t as easy a choice as he once thought— especially with all the changes happening as of late.
"It's the end of the world, and nobody knows it."
"You really think he's a blessing? A peace offering?"
Santana couldn't get those words out of his head as he ran home.
The rain splattered against him as he tore through it. Drenched and chattering in the bitter soggy cold, all he wanted to do was get home and wrap his arms around his sweet Lucius. His heart beat against the bars of its cage with a miserable agony. His feet bound against the cement with the sole task of reuniting him and his husband- because, if he didn't, he knew in his heart he would simply die.
"He's not some kind of treaty present. Don't you know your Father hates you?"
Santana tore up the grass under his boots the moment he touched down on his lawn. Before Cerbastian could open the door for him, the man stormed it down and stood in the doorway, panting like a madman.
Lucius tripped over himself down the steps to reach the rabid man, and Santana snatched up into his arms; he nearly crushed the smaller man against his chest.
The quiet drips running from his clothes to pool around their feet was the only sound that echoed in the loft as they embraced.
"No. Lucius is not a divine gift."
Santana dropped to his knees and pulled his Lucy into a heavy kiss. Lucy clenched onto his soaked shirt, rainwater dripping down his wrists.
"He's a punishment."