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[Francis is pretty and young, eager. The exact type that Lucifer would have wanted to break down in his far more cruel days. There's an itch to break him in other ways though, to have him screaming and writhing in pleasure beneath him until he's wrecked entirely.

And then maybe he'd push him just a bit further, see just far he can take it before exhaustion wins out.

The thoughts linger in his head as he meets that smile and draws Francis in close, guiding him out and towards the nearest room he knows to be empty.]

Of course it is, darling... You deserve the best treatment as far as I'm concerned.