Lucifer moved to kneel in front of me, taking my hands in his. "Azza lost much when he fell, Olivia. He was the Leader of the Watchers, a position of considerable rank in Heaven. Given the chance of gaining forgiveness and taking up his station once more? I do not know; it might be more tempting than anything I could ever offer."

I touched his face, feeling the rough stubble against my hand. "You offer him love, Lucifer. A feeling of home. And, he's becoming your right hand. That is a position of power, too."

He moved his face against my palm before reaching up to take it again. "These things are true, but I wonder if they are enough, Olivia."

I sighed, thoughts of plots within plots circling in my head. I pinched the bridge of my nose. "So, if we do nothing, there's the chance that He could reinstate her and give her Azza, too. Do I understand that right?"

"Yes."

"But, we might be able to bargain with her by sharing Azza with her? This might keep her from pursuing reinstatement."

"Yes."

"If we did that, what's to keep her from simply claiming him far all time once she has him?"

He shifted his weight. "He will not want to stay with her."

I swallowed, afraid to ask, but I asked anyway. "Why not?"

"She once compelled him to do something he found, and finds, detestable."

"What did she do?"

"She ordered him to kill with his power. The compulsion she set on him was deep, and he waded through an orgy of men and women, ending their lives by drowning them in pleasure, just to make her happy."

My hands flew to my mouth as I gasped. "That's horrid!" I whispered through my fingers. "Is this the betrayal he keeps referring to?"

"Yes. Amongst those he took was one woman I had come to care about a great deal. Azza killed her, and then He took her from me. I did not forgive Azza for a long time."

I felt the sting of tears, and Lucifer's face became blurry. "Why doesn't he hate her? Why does he insist they ended amicably?"

"He feels that he is as much to blame for giving in to the compulsion as she was for ordering the act in the first place. So, it's not that he doesn't hate her, but he hates himself just as much. Plus, she wants him back, so she is kind to him again. He doesn't know how to act, so he pretends."

I felt a tear streak my cheek. Lucifer wiped it away. "Why would we risk her compelling him again by giving him to her, Lucifer?"

"I think that he could resist her now."

"What does he think?"

"I have not asked him. I have not broached this subject with him at all. I wanted to discuss it with you first."

"We can't, Lucifer. I can't. I can't ask him to do such a thing."

"Remember, love, I, too, have the power of compulsion, as do you. I believe that, between his resolve, and our combined powers, we could keep him safe."

"I- I still don't think I can."

"I know." He stood and reached his hand out for me. "But, it is something to consider. You don't have to make a decision any time soon. You have all but stranded her in the physical realm, and time is passing much more slowly there."

I looked up at him and took his hand. "That's the real reason you brought me here, isn't it? To give me time to consider?"

"Yes. But, Azza does not know that. I would prefer he not know unless this becomes a possibility for him."

I nodded. "Agreed."

He pulled me to my feet as our phones dinged. It was Azza telling us the food was getting cold.

"Come, love. We need to be cheerful for him."

"Kiss me, so I have something to smile about," I requested.

He did so, and then he told me a stupid joke so that we could leave arm in arm, laughing.

I was delighted to learn Lilith and Eve would be joining me for my spa day and was in the whirlpool bath sipping my hell-rum piña colada when they arrived. They very casually stripped, much to my prudish embarrassment, and joined me in the whirlpool, ordering drinks.

Lilith held her drink in the air. Eve and I followed suit. "To friendship," she proclaimed, and we toasted.

"So, you're now Death. That's not something I ever imagined," Lilith said, sipping.

I barked a sarcastic laugh. "It wasn't anything that I planned either, I can guarantee that."

Eve nodded. "We heard it was some fucked up shit that landed you in the office."

"Oh, it was!" I exclaimed, then proceeded to tell them all the details. I found myself not able to resist sharing about Laz, either.

Lilith winked at me. "I guess you're not unhappy that you took my advice, then?"

"Not one bit!" I laughed.

Three gorgeous men came to escort us from the whirlpool, helping us into fluffy warm robes. I reddened at being naked in front of them, even if just long enough to put on the robe. I attempted to take it in stride with Lilith and Eve. As masseurs, they were very professional and draped each of us with a sheet as they worked, tucking it and retucking it when needed. After two hours, I had become a puddle of relaxed Death.

The rest of the day passed with laughter, more pampering, and shopping in a series of boutiques where nothing cost any money and everything fit. There was even a shoe store full of the perfect matches the outfits we had chosen.

It was a glorious day in Hell. However, by the time my Fallen Angels came to fetch me for dinner, my energy was waning. I requested a night in for dinner followed by an early bedtime. When we went to bed, I could feel their desire and appreciated that they didn't push.

We settled, and I turned to Lucifer. "I'm tired, love. I'm sorry."

He smiled at me, and, as was his way, he adjusted a curl. "We know, Olivia. It is okay."

I smirked at him. "I might be too tired, but I know the two of you are not. I want to watch."

Azza stilled behind me. Lucifer glanced at him with a mischievous glint in his eye. "If Azza is agreeable, I believe we can accommodate you."

Azza chuckled. "As if you have to ask."

"Consent is paramount, Azza," Lucifer reminded him.

"I want to watch you masturbate, Azza," I requested.

Lucifer grinned. "Yes, Azza. Show her what she wants and come on my chest."

"What?" Azza froze.

"Come on my chest. Then, you are going to lick it off of me."

Azza scrambled over me and straddled Lucifer's hips. Lucifer propped himself up on some pillows so that he, too, could watch.

When Azza began, I told him, "Unfurl your wings, Azza. Remind me that you are not my man, but you are something much more fierce."

He did as I bid and watched him work himself. He swelled as he did, and my body reacted at the sight. I thought about ordering an orgasm from him, but I didn't want to detract from the growing energy between the two of them.

From the expression on his face and the noises he was making, we knew he was close.

"Come for us, Azza," Lucifer said firmly but softly.

Azza did, spilling onto Lucifer's stomach and up onto his chest in a great gush. It was magnificent. As soon as his spasming ended, he dipped down and started to lick, making eye contact with Lucifer as he did. When he got to the pool on Lucifer's chest, Lucifer gestured. "Kiss me, Azza."

With a mouthful, he kissed his love and Lord, passing on what he had licked from Lucifer's skin.

"Oh, that's so hot," I murmured. "Do it again?"

They happily complied, cleaning every bit, and by the time Azza finished, both of them were rock hard.

"Ride me," Lucifer ordered, snapping a bottle of lube onto the bed.

Azza coated him with lube, and Lucifer was moaning long before Azza put himself in position. He hesitated for a fraction of a second before lowering himself with a great moan.

"Let me hear you, Azza," I ordered. "And let me see you come again."

"You heard our love," Lucifer said, voice low and gruff with desire. "Come for her."

Azza ground himself onto Lucifer and began to masturbate again. It wasn't long before he came, once again coating the beautiful body beneath him.

"Oh, Azza, you are beautiful, my Fallen Angel," I said. "Fuck yourself, and come for us until you cry from knowing we love you."

A sob escaped him, but it wasn't until he'd come twice more that tears ran freely. He began to falter his rhythm. How Lucifer had managed to hold off as long as he did was a mystery to me.

"Lucifer, love, you deserve pleasure, too. Grab his hair and claim him as ours," I whispered, but I knew Azza was listening by the way he whimpered at my words.

They wasted no time getting in position with Azza on his knees. Lucifer grabbed a great handful of his curls, pushed his face into the bed, and buried himself so far into Azza that our love came again in a surge of fluid and grunts. Lucifer fucked him then, showing him love by being just the right level of roughness. Three more times Azza came until, at last, Lucifer gave him what he craved and filled him.

"So beautiful," I told them as I closed my eyes, no longer able to keep them open. I smiled and snuggled deeper into the pillow. "You can fuck me in the morning."

Lucifer spooned me, "I would be honored to have you in my bed, Olivia."

"Mmm," I managed before sleep took me.

I woke to the sensation of the comforter being pulled from my naked body gently. "Olivia," Lucifer murmured. "Let me taste you."

I hummed and thought nothing of rolling over and spreading my legs for him.

"Glorious," he proclaimed as he licked me slowly. I gasped when he ran over my most sensitive parts. He worked me fast and firm, just the way I liked, until I was moaning and ready, even without Azza's help.

"Let me have her while you taste, Lucifer. Please? She's so beautiful."

"Yes. Get under her."

Azza pulled me to him, and I mounted him facing his feet. Then, he laid me down on his chest. He lengthened and filled me in the way only he could. It was only then that I felt his power.

"Olivia," he asked, "do you want me to rock you slowly and bring you up easy, or do you want me to shove you off the edge?"

"What does Lucifer want?"

"Oh, love, I just want you spread open for me." He placed my feet on the outside of Azza's thighs, then Azza spread his legs, sweeping them open, exposing me.

"Slow and easy, Azza," I requested. "Pleasure that seems to last for hours."

"Anything you want, Olivia."

They worked me, the two of them, until I, too, cried softly from the love I felt. Azza had filled me three times before Lucifer took me himself, riding me through what Azza had left behind. He didn't seem to mind.

He wasn't as rough as Laz, but he fucked me hard until I sobbed and begged him to come. He pulled out and called my name as he sent a jet of fluid across my flushed body. Azza rolled me again.

"Don't bring her down just yet, Azza. Clean her up, first, and then roll her one last time for me."

"Yes, I'd love to taste her mingled with us."

He swirled my energy as he sucked and licked everything they'd given me. I felt my power rise, pushing on his. He pushed back, and we rose together until Lucifer gave the final order.

"Now, Azza!"

I crashed and screamed Lucifer's name, opening myself up and shoving everything I had into him. I heard him shout my name in return.

I woke to a frantic Azza. He was holding me much like Laz had held me the last time I gave someone all of me. Only, Azza was panicking.

"Olivia! Oh dear god, Olivia, come back."

"Azza," Lucifer said, "Calm down. She's back. She can't die, remember?"

"It's not about her being able to come back, Lucifer, it's about her dying in the first place!"

"Azza," I said, "hon, you need to loosen your grip so I can move."

He shoved me into Lucifer's arms and scrambled off the bed. He paced the floor until I was able to sit up on my own. "Azza, I'm sorry. This is my fault. I should have controlled it better, the way you taught me. I just..."

Azza froze. "You what?"

"Well, I like it. I like giving someone I love everything I am, everything I have."

"You like being killed with pleasure?"

"I don't see it as anyone killing me, Azza. I can't die, not really."

"But, Olivia, you did die." Azza gaped at me, horror draining the color from his face and fixing his eye wide. "And you've done this before." The realization narrowed his eyes. "With Lazarus. It could only have been with him."

He turned on his heel and stomped from the room.

I looked at Lucifer before I sagged against his chest, exhausted.

"Fuck," was all I could think to say.