Extinguish

I think you're my apple," she said quietly. "I don't regret tasting you. I can't. You're not perfect by any means—there are sweeter out there, and you have a few rotten spots—but I'd never have found a juicer apple anywhere in the world."-Serah

Someday she’d remember, she swore. Someday she’d know his name. Someday she’d know hers. And someday, she’d know why: why he haunted her every thought, why, when she looked into his eyes, she felt like she was home. Because time passes, and memories fade, but a beating heart never truly forgets anything. Never.

Being the first to do anything takes guts.

Everything changes eventually, not necessarily for the bad, but not always for the good, either

Ah, sin," Lucifer said. "Like the serpent that tricked Eve into eating the forbidden fruit. She devoured it, knowing she shouldn't." "And she was punished for it." "She was," Lucifer agreed. "But if you think for a moment she truly regretted it, you're wrong. That fruit was the most glorious thing she ever tasted—the sweetest, the ripest—and once you experience something so breathtaking, you never forget it. You never regret it.

It’s not black and white," he said. "If it were, I wouldn’t be here right now, and neither would you. We’re the gray area, angel. We’re the pieces of the puzzle they don’t know what to do with, the pieces that don’t quite fit into their perfect little picture, so they choose to discard us, to keep their image untainted,but we can only be ignored for so long.

Give in to it, angel." "Give in to what?" "The hunger," he said, his tongue slowly running across his bottom lip. "The need. Give in to the craving. Give in to me." "Never," she whispered, the word impulsively tumbling from her lips, no conviction in her feeble voice. "I know you feel it, deep inside of you, screaming out to be acknowledged, to be satiated," he continued as if she hadn’t spoken. "I can sense it, clawing underneath your skin, begging to be let loose, begging to be invited out to play.

Do you know what it's like to want something so badly, to need it, to feel like you can't go on without it, only to have it dangled right in front of your face? That torture, that mental torment, is worse than any physical pain you may perceive, angel

I'm not the hero here, angel, and I don't want to be. But I'm not the bad guy, either.

Oh, I haven't done anything to you, angel." He leaned forward, his lips near her ear as he whispered, "Yet.

I know," he said quietly. "But I also know there’s a thin line between good and evil. There’s a gray area, one we all step into.

For her, then," Michael said. Luce sighed. "For her.

Without realizing it, she'd freed the monster from his cage.

Tell me you don't feel it then, the fluttering in your chest; the hair on the nape of your neck rising as your nerve endings stir, your fingers tingling with the need to reach out and caress something." His eyes raked down her form. "Tell me your body doesn't ache at the mere thought of me between your thighs, on top of you, inside of you, giving you what my brother never could - real feeling, the kind of feeling that makes you scream so loud your throat feels like it's bleeding. Agonizing pleasure, the kind that torments your every thought, driving you to the brink of insanity only to pull you right back from the edge, over and over and over again. Unbearable pleasure, the kind that makes you beg for it to stop, but the moment it's over, you feel like nothing but an empty, useless shell - a shell that needs more.

Miro a los niños y veo su bondad inherente, su inocencia, y su compasión. Han nacido así. Sólo cambian, sólo dan la espalda al mundo, cuando el mundo les da la espalda a ellos

While maybe not Heaven, he was certainly home.

Sorry, hippie, I didn’t get you anything." Hannah shook her head. "I don’t know why you insist on calling me that." "Sorry, hippie, I didn’t get you anything." Hannah shook her head. "I don’t know why you insist on calling me that." "You do the hippie stuff, like play with nature and gaze at the cosmos. If you were mortal, you’d totally smoke reefer and sing ‘Kumbaya’ with your stoner friends.

Lust was his favorite sin, without a doubt.

You wanna be God? Go rule Hell, kid.

Because time passes, and memories fade, but a beating heart never truly forgets anything. Never.

Reminding her that just because you lose a few battles doesn't mean you'll lose the whole war.

Aw, you shouldn't judge a flower by who picket it.

Sweetheart, you don't even know the half of it.I envy you more than you could possibly understand.

Well, I guess we know now who has the biggest penis here.

You smell like my brother. His scent is all over you. It reeks.

I’m surprised you haven’t cried foul before. I won a hundred and twenty-three games in a row. You had to know something wasn’t right." Her eyes narrowed. "You’ve been cheating?" "Of course," he said. "Come on. You really think I play fair? If I want something, I get it. I told you—I make all the rules here." "You . . . you . . . you. . ." Anger clouded her expression. "You asshole!" Lucifer’s eyes widened. "Tell me how you really feel, angel.

We're the gray area, angel. We're the pieces of the puzzle they don't know what to do with, the pieces that don't quite fit into their perfect little picture, so they choose to discard us, to keep their image untainted, but we can only be ignored for so long. Because eventually, whether they want to admit it or not, all of their black and white will bleed together anyway.