It was a beautiful night, or at least that's how Lucifer remembered it.
Under the full moon, the seal had weakened, allowing him to assume control of Averie's body, as stipulated in their agreement.
While the guests tried not to stay out in the cold wind, he enjoyed it. It was rejuvenating.
If there was one regret he had to recall, it would be turning away from the beckoning poker table of the casino.
The hour was critical, and he had to be on the deck.
It was while he was basking in the moonlight that he noticed two shadows staggering towards the pool.
Their builds differed drastically.
One was an able-bodied man in his late thirties, and the other was a frail woman in her early twenties.
Their drunken flirting, groping, and giggling had the devil smirking.
'Look at those eyes.'
Although she laughed and swerved, there was a clear intent in her eyes.
They were in robes.
Jonathan faced the pool.
