Now that was a tune he could listen to forever. Amid the curls and swirls, his tail moved like a serpent, slowly coiling back and around like an embrace. His hands shifted, cradling the sinner's head in one, but the other couldn't help playing along his chest.

Lucifer had grown accustomed to the taste, had come to savor it. As he drew a fond, deliberate trail along the marks, sampling the rich red that flowed through his beloved queen, more ran down his chin.