“Pretty, isn’t it?”
Alyxa looked up from the running waters of the river Styx. Lucifer was kneeling at her shoulder, staring into the waters just as she had been doing.
“It is,” she agreed.
“I come here a lot, when I want to think,” the Morning Star said, giving her a brilliant smile that made her knees go weaker than Morpheus ever managed. Alyxa looked deep into the waters again, she could see colours flashing through the darkness, a myriad of strange images like those she sometimes saw in her dreams.
“What do you think about?” she asked suddenly.
“What it would be like if I hadn’t fallen,” Lucifer replied without missing a beat, “what it would be like if my Father hadn’t handed the reins to Michael and the rest of my siblings. I also think about what it would be like if I felt more female than male.”
Alyxa blinked.
“Um...”
“Yes, I know, I’m rather feminine,” the Dark Prince said, “I’m a perfect being, all balanced.”
“‘Balanced’?” Alyxa murmured, feeling the world twisting around her; it was getting harder to hang on.
“Being sane is a matter of point of view,” Lucifer said.
“You know what you are?” Alyxa blurted out, “you’re...pornography.”
That seemed to catch him off guard.
“I’m...pornography?”
“Yes,” she said, staggering through her words, “you’re too flexible to be real, which means you’re staged, pulling off all sorts of things that a normal person couldn’t possibly do, or taking all sorts of punishment that no normal person could. You’re also too pretty. Like snowflakes and butterflies.”
“Snowflakes and butterflies are like pornography?”
“No...” Alyxa said, suddenly looking very confused.
“So I’m like butterflies and snowflakes?”
“No...”
“So I’m as pretty as a butterfly and snowflakes and crazy as pornography?”
“Yes.”
“Now we’re making sense.
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