October 24, 2021 | Lucifer x Blackwood, part 2

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(Present Day)

Faustus thought of that night often. Since then, he and Lucifer had become good friends. Faustus still found him immensely attractive, especially in his devil form, but had not made a move, because Freya had not wanted him to. After all, Faustus was beholden to her, and he really had no desire for them to join in the tangle of bodies that was their group.

Lucifer had married Trent's obsessive friend Sebastian, for reasons Faustus couldn't begin to fathom. Faustus found Sebastian to be obnoxiously promiscuous with a grating personality. Beautiful as Serena, yes, but only in a strictly aesthetic sense. Sebastian or Serena-- didn't matter which-- clearly did not appreciate what a rare and precious thing it was to be cared for by Lucifer.

In fact, Lucifer downright pampered Sebastian, letting him have his pet Trent and his fuck buddies Nathaniel, Catherine, Helena, Rebecca, and occasionally George! Yet Sebastian had still flounced off earlier when Xander had refused to drink from him for a second time, causing such a scene and only cheering up when Xander had given in and claimed him! The nerve of that child--!

So yes, Faustus had sneered at him when he had come to curl up in Lucifer's lap. Faustus was significantly less talkative than the rest of the group, save perhaps Maze, whom he also mutually disliked. Sebastian had the world on a string, as far as Faustus was concerned, yet he had still taken up prostitution and had even been willing to hire himself out to other vampires if Xander hadn't claimed him.

What a waste of a pretty face, Faustus thought. Freya was just as lovely to look at, and she was pure. Pure of body, heart, and spirit. Despite Faustus's own past, he too had strived to be purer, for her. He hadn't taken part in any of the group sex their friends constantly seemed to be having; his only partner was Freya, and neither of them were interested in adding a third or swinging with the other couples.

He sensed that she was sometimes uncomfortable with his friendship with Lucifer, perhaps because she wasn't quite as awed by his presence as Faustus was. But Faustus merely respected power, he told himself, and Lucifer radiated it in spades. He was clearly affluent, with excellent taste in music, food and drink; he had a sense of wonderment about the world that was downright shocking for his age; and his upbeat, carefree demeanor tempered Faustus's brooding, calculating one. Lucifer had the kind of optimism that only came with the confidence afforded by true power, the kind of power Faustus longed to obtain.

Still, he didn't bother explaining any of this. It was futile. He would befriend who he would, and he would ignore those not worth befriending, to the best of his ability. Sometimes he tossed out a snarky comment, but mostly he kept to himself, chatted with Lucifer, or made love to Freya. Soon he'd be a married man, too, not that it seemed to make a difference with that crowd. He would marry Freya, as was written in their destiny, produce heirs, as was expected, and continue his duties to the Church of Night and Academy of Unseen Arts. All would be as it should.

Everything would remain as it ever was.

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