Lucifer stroked Marina's soft black hair; her eyes narrowed into crescents. He knew those strange women lived in her head. Zavida would not revive and instead chose another girl to become her successor and would guide them through their lives. This weird goddess, fabled as chaotic and ruthless, was quite cute.
"I probably won't be able to pamper you and those girls so easily for a while. Do you have any requests before I leave?"
Zavida shook her arms. She wanted a specific thing but couldn't insist. Her body shook before she leaned against his chest, rubbing the tight muscles with her sharp black fingertip. "Would you grant anything?" She stared at him with watery eyes.
--|Marina: 'Go for it! You might not get another chance... I permit you to use my body.'