The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes

The Devil And The Inferno

»Is she a demon too?«

»No, she's...one of the fanatics. Or the Givers, as we call them. Thanks to increased interest in our, supposedly non-existing culture, we acquired a lot of fans. A few of them volunteer for stuff like this. Of course, afterwards they lose all their memory, but they don't need to know that.« Salome winked at me.

Lucifer passed me one of the black menus, engraved with silver writing. Some of the beverages sounded familiar, others I've never heard of.

Bloody Mary was one of a few I recognized. Only, fresh human blood was listed as one of the ingredients.

I also knew what absinth was, the green liquid with sugar cubes, although the name was completely random; Gargoyle Green.

Weeping Angel, Final Moment, Silver Bullet, Moonstruck and many more, had listed ingredients I've never heard of before.

»I don't recognize anything.« I murmured to myself.

»They're immortal version of cocktails, most ingredients are poisonous to humans.« Said Salome.

I laughed. »Why poisonous?«

»Technically, we're already quite dead. It doesn't kill us, it makes us feel, mostly pain.« She took red lipstick from her purse and placed another layer on those already full lips.

»Why would you want to feel pain?« I furrowed a brow.

Her lips made the popping sound when she smeared them together. »Sometimes, you just want to feel something again. Even if it's pain.«

»So, there's nothing for me here.« My voice sounded frustrated over a silly thing.

»No despair needed,« He leaned over me, striking me with that smell of light smoke. »here is something even you can enjoy.«

Virgin Bloodsucker.

Ingredients: Strawberry juice, chopped cherries and raspberries

»Hilarious,« I commented and read on. »Here's one named after you, Flames of Lucifer.«

»No, you don't want that!« They both burst out at almost exact time.

»It's just an alcohol ignited fire, you literally only drink the flame.« She replied. »I don't think your throat could handle it.«

Virgin Bloodsucker it is. »What will you have?« I asked my newest friend.

»Bloody Mary.«

»I thought you said you don't drink blood, unless directly from a human...«

»Yes well, it won't satisfy me, but because it's fresh it welcomes you with a tingly sensation. See, blood is the life force of all that lives, therefore it carries emotions, and as we drink it, we can sense them. We feel the last feeling that person had before he or she got bitten. Usually, that's fear. And drinking it out of a glass cannot compare to the real thing, but still, it's a tingly sensation.«

A very handsome waiter took our order, while flirting with Salome. I admit, I was a bit jealous because he didn't pay any attention to me, but she did drew your eyes in her direction.

I let the sweet and sour taste linger on my tongue for a few seconds before swallowing it. Music danced across my skin, mixing with what I tasted. Scent of tobacco teased my nose, sneaking inside me. It was as if all my senses at once watched a performance, a masterpiece of the Underworld.

I felt a gentle, but firm squeeze of another hand on mine, dragging me towards the dance floor. Salome was simply someone you couldn't refuse. With a smile on her lips, and a secret intention hidden in her blue eyes, she grabbed me by the waist and started moving my body together with hers.

Her skin felt cold against mine, and her stares made me blush, for her seductiveness had no end. I was mesmerized by jasmine perfume, and terrified to death of all the hungry eyes that penetrated my frail existence. I knew most of them, whatever they were, whoever they were, would sink their teeth into my flesh if only they got the chance. Salome was that kind of woman that you'd let to bruise your lips, only to taste one of her kisses.

I danced with her among the demons, breathing in everything. I danced in the flames of their curiosity, I danced the prologue to the unknown.

She was only a kiss away. I was drawn to her the way I was not able to explain. The heat between our bodies entwined, inviting me to fall and drink from her cupid's bow.

Somebody strong pulled me away from behind, breaking the spell. I needen't to turn around to know it was him. Lucifer's annoyed expression said everything, but Salome just laughed and continued dancing with the closest person.

Chapped fingertips gripped my chin and made me face his angry expression. »Having a bit too much fun with our gift, are we?«

»S...She,« I mumbled. »it's just something about her.«

»Oh?« His voice sounded a tone rougher than usually. »Are you aroused by the idea of something biting into your delicate skin,« By a stroke of a hand he moved a few locks of hair that tickled my neck. Lucifer pressed himself against me, placing one hand on my lower back, and with the other one he played with my hair. Hot breath caressed my ear as he spoke. »like a hungry animal? Or perhaps you are just hungry for something else?«

I shook my head.

We slowly danced, moving in the rhythm of cello strings. Lucifer breathed onto my lips. »Your raspberry cheeks tell me you are lying.«

Author's note: If anyone knows the author of this quote, please let me know. :) On the side is, as requested, a picture of Salome (who was a real historical person) - well, it's an actress that looks a lot like Salome did. Read, comment, vote if you like, love! :)