Lucifer Reborn by Dante King (ebook reader play store .txt) 📕

looked down at myself and nodded appreciatively. I really did look good. The clothes fit like they were tailored, and were of a cut way more expensive and dashing than I’d have gone with back on Earth. With a start, I realized he’d done something to my hair, too—the shaggy locks I’d been meaning to do something about had been cut down to a manageable size. Guess I can cancel my next visit to the barber shop, I thought with a smirk.

“It’s great,” I said, running a hand down the side of my jacket. Despite wearing two layers, I felt nice and cool—as if magic had been weaved into the fabric. “I kind of expected armor, though. I don’t need to worry about getting into fights at your Academy, do I?”

“Perish the thought!” Lucifer laughed. “But if you do, those clothes will suit. That fabric may look simple, but it will stop a bullet. A mortal bullet, in any case.” He sprang forward, something glittering in his hand. “Now let me put this on you as well, please…”

I puffed out my chest, expecting some kind of pin or nametag. Instead, Lucifer reached for my ear. I jerked away at the last moment, dancing out of the older man’s grip.

“Hey, what gives?” I asked. “What the fuck?”

Lucifer opened his hand. A small earring lay in his outstretched palm, with a blood-red jewel in the center.

“It’s just an earring,” Lucifer said flatly. “You’re going to need it—it’s a focus for your powers. It will aid you immensely—”

“I don’t wear jewelry, as a general rule,” I protested, rubbing at my earlobe. “Besides, I’m not even pierced!”

Lucifer looked confused. “It’s very common,” he explained, “among my followers. Particularly the female ones. You will meet women at the Academy who are pierced in a great number of places, young man…”

As he spoke, he gave Christina a significant look. The blonde blushed, her eyes widening.

“Christina, you’re pierced?” I asked, looking her up and down. She’d seemed like too vanilla of a girl for that, but then again I had just learned she worshipped Satan.

“No!” she yelped, too quickly.

I leaned forward, squinting. “Wait—are your nipples pierced?”

She threw an arm over her breasts, her eyes narrowing. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I glanced back at Lucifer. “According to this guy, I was about to find out before your crazy computer program brought us both here. So maybe you should drop the innocent little girl act already?”

Christina held the annoyed gaze for another moment, then let her arm drop. “Fine. And I am pierced, okay? You know why? Because it’s decadent. And decadence is what serving the Lord of Darkness is all about!”

“She does have that part correct,” Lucifer said. Then, with a more pleading air: “put the damn earring on, Luke. No one’s going to give you grief about your style choices, if that’s what worries you.”

With a shrug, I took the earring from his palm and brought it to my ear. There was a brief flash of pain, then it hung from the lobe like it had been there my entire life.

“Thank you,” Lucifer said. “You’ll learn very quickly how important that little jewel is, my boy. It may be the thing that saves your life one day.” He reached into his robes, pulling something else out. “And this little keepsake is just for luck…”

I stiffened, but it was just a simple bracelet. Three bands of leather, tied tightly around each other, with a string of tiny blue jewels inlaid at the spots where the three bands connected. I frowned down at it, wondering where it had come from. In comparison to the earring, this seemed...simple.

“It will clash with your robes terribly,” Lucifer said, raising his eyebrows, “but if you keep that arm tucked in your jacket a bit, no one will notice.”

I took it and put it on. Just like the earring, it fit me like it had been made specifically for me—like it had been waiting my whole life for me to wear it. “What is this?” I asked, tapping the jewels. “Another magical tool?”

“Just a little keepsake,” Lucifer confided, looking with nostalgia at the band. “A sign of favor I once received from the hand of the Almighty himself. As you might imagine, it’s intimately connected with the Celestial Realm. A most powerful item, indeed.” He met my eye. “If you truly are the kind of man who could wield the powers of the Angel of Light, it may prove useful to you.”

I wanted to ask him for more details, but the tone of finality with which he closed the previous sentence gave me the impression that would have been a mistake. Instead, I nodded gratefully, indicating the fine clothing and the gifts. “Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it.” This task done, Lucifer turned his attention to Christina. The blonde had taken my remark about her nipples personally, and was occupied making a detailed study of the other side of the room, all while pretending not to notice us.

Lucifer put an arm around my shoulders. The gesture felt almost fatherly, which disturbed me more than anything else that had happened so far. “You desire this woman,” he said, nodding at Christina’s taut back. “Yes?”

Freed from the confines of polite society, I allowed my gaze to linger for long moments on Christina’s body. Her long, shapely legs, her round ass you could bounce a quarter off of—the luscious gap at the apex of her thighs. A surge of desire washed over me, my cock stiffening in my new silk boxers.

“Yeah, I do,” I said. “I’ve wanted her for a long time, you understand. But that wasn’t a possibility until recently…”

Lucifer assumed a pained expression. “I understand completely. Yet, such emotions are...fickle. I’d like to show you something, if you don’t mind. I think you’ll like it.”

Why the hell