"We'll be his by the end of the night, but at least we'll win."

"I propose a game. We haven't had a chance to become well acquainted with one another's thoughts yet, have we?" He plucked the cup from her grasp and refilled it. "We'll take turns asking yes or no questions. Drink for yes."

50 words, 50 one-shots centered around Demando x Usagi.

It came as no surprise to Saphir that eventually both of their children would exhibit such a trait: a passion that would either make them into gods, or break them into thousands of irreconcilable pieces.

"You were different." He said to her unconscious form. "Even in the end, you hated me differently than all the others did."

"Hug your daughter again, Serenity. Kiss that unworthy husband of yours one last time. When my plans are complete, all of this will be indistinguishable from a nightmare you'll hardly recall."

Fallen angels never returned to their former glory, and the one to court the devil himself was forever lost to the light.