"Wakey wakey Lucifer!" I call, yanking open the drapes, sending bright rays into the darkened room. My queen responds by pulling the sheets over her head. I smirk and rip them away revealing a pouting demon queen. 

"Why do you always wake me so early?" Lucifer groans. 

"Because as your co-ruler-"

"Fellow queen slash wife," she corrects and pulls me into bed beside her. "Why do you always wake so early?"

"Because Lucy we have a realm of death to run. You know the saying 'there ain't no rest for the wicked' therefore we shouldn't rest," I answer sternly and wiggle from her rouge arms.

"Hell will be fine without our guidance for a few more minutes," she counters and grabs hold of my wrist. She sits up and puffs out her chest seductively. Lucifer always tries to tempt me back into bed and I almost always turn her down. 

Today though she looks very enticing. Maybe it's the black lingerie against her red skin, maybe it's the way her hair falls onto her shoulders, maybe it's her prominent breasts, or maybe just maybe it's her more demon-like features getting me going. 

Her maroon horns look especially shiny today, her pointed take flickering around is catching my eye, the way her sharp teeth gleam is teasing my mind with possibilities, her sharpened nails are grazing my wrist, and not to mention her utterly black eyes are tantalizing. 

"How did you ever run Hell without me?" I whisper, almost breathless. Lucifer chuckles and gently tugs me back into bed. Her hands immediately start roaming the expanse of my skin while she captures my mouth with hers. I pull on her hair and greedily open my mouth into the kiss, all my resolve is gone. She replies in kind, delving her forked tongue into my mouth and exploring needlessly. Her nails tease the sensitive skin on my thighs and her tail nudges under my skirt. 

"I guess it is Hell after all, there isn't supposed to be much order right?" I reason after pulling away from her for a moment. 

"Exactly my human bride," she says and starts nipping at my neck. 

"Realm of chaos-oh!" I squeak when she starts slipping a hand up my blouse.

"My silly Angelica there is no need to reason anymore," Lucifer  remarks and unclasps my bra. "There is only a need for pleasure."

"Right, I get what you're saying. But really quick I just have one question." Lucifer raises her head  to look at me. "Seriously how did you ever run Hell without me? I mean there is some order in this realm." Lucifer rolls her eyes and kisses me before I can babble anymore. 

My question doesn't get an answer and once again the demon queen gets her way, not that I ever mind. 

It hurts so bad, it's like she took a knife and carved out a piece of my soul. 

~

Roughly she grabbed my wrist and yanked me into her car. I didn't protest though I should've. 

She slammed on the gas and sped to the courthouse. As she drove I begged her to reconsider, but she wouldn't listen. 

"Are you sure you wish to sever this soul bond?" the official inquired and my soulmate gave a firm nod. The official looked to me and raised an eyebrow. She sharply elbowed me, pushing me to nod in agreement. 

"Unlock the soul knife we have a couple here who'd like to sever," the official ordered as he led us into a back room. 

I watched helplessly as the guard unlocked the safe and pulled out the blade. 

"I'll go first," my soulmate stated, snatching the soul knife. As she held it both our souls started glowing a bright blue. Looking down I saw her piece was a darker shade and in the center of my chest. 

In that moment I realized I never even got her name. 

"I reject you wholly and willingly. With this knife I take back the piece of my soul within you." 

 Before I could react she surged forward and dug the knife into my chest. 

The blade didn't pierce my flesh, it gouged my soul. 

The shock left me standing utterly still as she carved away a fragment of my soul, the piece of her that I was born with. Not a second later I started screeching as the pain hit me. She didn't flinch, just yanked the jagged piece of her soul from mine. I staggered, collapsing to the floor my glow completely dimmed. 

"To ease the pain you must take back your piece," the official instructed and reached for the soul knife. 

My soulmates plunged the soul knife into the officials chest and then slashed the guard. 

"Nothing personal dear soul," she taunted heartlessly and stalked out. 

~

Whimpering I press a hand over my chest, begging for it to stop hurting. 

"Make it stop," I plead, tears drenching my cheeks.

"Why?!" I wail and claw are my skin. "Why did I nod?!"

Sever, it's such a a perfect description for what happened. She didn't just reject me, she severed away a part of me. 

The pain is crushing on my lungs. My strength is waning. I cannot standing this much longer. 

This torture will never cease, there's no medicine for sicknesses of the soul. I must suffer this until I die, which can only be minutes more. 

"Her name," I manage to breathe out, just aboveboard a whisper. Even in the wake of her desolation I still desire to know her name. 

"What?" 

"Her name," I choke out. I know I won't be here any longer, I must know her name. 

"Daeva George." 

"Daeva." 

At least now I know the name of the person who so cruelly rejected me, who killed me.