Where the devil hides and Angel's die

His laugh, however dark, was enchanting, and even the hidden Fae had to peek out from their concealed spaces to peer at the demon king as the sound rushed forth from him. Her skull-capped head tilted and she found the corners tugging up on her maw as if trying to form a smile through her fear. "I know how formidable a wolverine can be..." She was bluffing,  but he didn't have to know that.

He continued speaking, laying out his terms and even staking his claim on her. She grew thoughtful, rolling his words over in her head as Lucifer stared her down. What should she do?  There was nothing in his contract about her treatment other than protection from threats, and Aza needed to amend that. "If I become your queen of demons, I am to be treated as gently as you can manage. I want the side of you no one sees, because you seem like a violent brute. My Fae tell me that you can be gentle though. You wouldn't have a pet if you couldn't know kindness. If I am to be under your wing, you are going to make it pleasurable for me to be there as well. In exchange for my life, heart and soul, I want the devil's sweet side. Unless I piss you off which I probably will, just don't kill me." She watched him, wondering if he would take her terms. The last of which were delivered with a small grin, because she knew his word was binding. As hers was.