This was FABULOUS. I especially loved this line: "Lucifer's voice was almost reverent, but something about it was somehow self-satisfied; it was the tone of the slavetrader who knows his purchase has been sound. It was approval, nasty, cheap, and it made Sam's stomach turn over with something that didn't know if it was lust or revulsion and didn't care to find out." The mental image/sound was incredibly clear, really immersing, not to mention hot as...well, not as hell, since he burns cold and all, but hot as a very hot thing. If this became a 'verse I'd be all over that.