A Musebox

Lucifer laughed, a true laugh for once, a little less mocking than usual. When he laid his hand on his brother's chest again, half the lights on the eastern seaboard flickered. They were engulfed in it, resplendent; two archangels winding their grace together, twisting wings about wings. The bed was an illusion as much as anything else, an earthly distraction, and Lucifer pulled Gabriel away from it, and stripped him uniformly. The next time their lips met, the power actually went out--but it wasn't for them, one shining window in the New York skyline pouring heavenly light like a beacon.

"Something like that?"