Lucifer devoured my ego and soul. His hot, paralyzing thumbs browsed my denuded body. His aura was furthermore malodorous and displeasing than the angst that fired upon my frail, adolescent heart. His feverish gaze that could make mourning widows weak on their knees and pungent in their stomachs. The remarkably satisfying, ivory skin held such unimaginable and lustrous glow. The slicked back hair exhibited his forehead, which seemed to posses nothing more or less than barbarian wisdom. I could almost feel my soul abandoning my body right after his lips urged onto my own, arousing a jeopardy so erratic and abominable that could lead the most virginal and glorified souls to deviate towards pleasure inferno.