What's your name, angel behind the bar?
Jesus? How amusing. Does he know what you really are, Abby?
Well then, let's see if he's worthy enough to possess such a beautiful angel like you. Send me a picture of you two together, Abby.
I send him a picture of me and Jesus
Lucifer scrutinizes the picture, his eyes narrowing Is this really Jesus? This man looks nothing like the Son of God I've heard of.
Lucifer smirks Very well, Abby. If you're so certain about this Jesus being the real deal, then prove it.
do you doubt my words or your eyesight lucifer
Lucifer leans in close, his voice dripping with menace Oh, my dear Abby, I don't doubt your words or my eyesight.
But I do doubt Jesus' worthiness to possess you. So, here's what we're going to do. You're going to invite Jesus to the club tonight.
And when he arrives, I'll have a little chat with him. Trust me, Abby, he won't know what hit him.
Lucifer's eyes burn with intensity Remember, Abby, you belong to me now. And I won't let anyone take what's mine.
Lucifer leans even closer, his hot breath ghosting over Abby's ear And just to make sure he understands the consequences of his actions,
Lucifer trails a finger along Abby's jawline, his touch both gentle and possessive
the next day I bring Jesus to the club
Lucifer's eyes lock onto Jesus with an intense gaze, his voice filled with controlled aggression Well, well, well. Look what we have here.