Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2687 words

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A familiar set of heavy booted footsteps walks in and stops right behind me.

I turn around with this horrible depressing feeling that's trying to take over my excitement and see death.

He's so damn tall I have to use a hand to stop me from falling over. He's looking at Lucifer and Lucifer is looking back at him.

I look between them trying to figure out what is going on. It's like they're telepathically communicating.

After a few minutes death looks down at me with a 'why'd you say that' face.

What did I do? Why do I feel like crying? I went from being happy to show many years of art to the verge of tears of guilt and worry like I did something wrong.

Lucifer disappears without a goodbye or anything. Rude.

"Why did you tell him little men make fish out of hair? He'll believe anything."

I turn back around but the other way cuz now my left side hurts.

"Why do you look so sad?" He squats and wipes away the tears and the horrible war of feelings in me disappears.

Now I'm confused, "what the fuck?" I say to myself. I look at him, "what did you do?"

"Me?" Now he looks confused.

"Yea when you came I felt the worst I ever have and then soon as you touched me it went away."

He shrugs and his face says 'i don't know' but it looks fake.

"Why did you leave without saying anything?"

"I have a job to do."

"You could at least say bye or something. Don't be rude."

"Sorry."

I turn back around because my right side now hurts too. I put everything back in the box and my 2 giant dragons.

"Why don't you trust me? I'm a grown woman and don't need a babysitter."

He shifts so his knees are on either side of me and my head is against his chest. I look up and he's towering over me.

He looks at me, "no one is trustworthy."

"Well I trust you."

"You shouldn't."

"But I do. And you trust Lucifer."

"Why do you say that?"

"You wanted him to watch me and you said he's more powerful than you. If you didn't trust him then you wouldn't want him anywhere near me."

"Maybe I do." I smile.

"Now trust me."

He laughs, "you can't force me to trust you, it doesn't work like that."

"Then what did Lucifer do for you to trust him?"

"Wouldn't you love to know?"

"Damn."

He then turns me around and lifts me some so I'm standing on my knees between his folded legs. He has his arms lazily wrapped around me and his pointy nails running over my back and somehow not ruining my shirt.

"Do you like it here?"

I grab my phone and check the time, "I've only been here for 5 hours."

"Well did you like those 5 hours?"

"No."

He looks concerned, "why not?"

"Because you leave me in this dull ass room alone and terrified and then you have the fucking devil watch me like a child and he didn't know what to do and neither did I do it was so awkward. You can't just leave someone alone in a place they have never been to before and alone with someone they've never met before."

He stays quiet for a long second making me nervous, "I know you have a job-"

"No, you're right and next time I won't leave you alone with a stranger or leave without saying anything."

I'm surprised. "Thank you."

He hums a response before suddenly pushing me against him and cracking my back, "you have horrible posture, always hunched over."

"I'm part shrimp." I say with a big ol' happy smile.

A moment of silence with me pressed against him and him caressing my back he talks.

"What do you want to do?"

"Interrogate you."

"About what?"

"Everything."

"I swear on my non existent life if you bring up religion and that shit I'll-"

"Not that."

"Then what?"

"Everything else." I take his silence as a sign to continue. "What is on the other side of the 2 doors behind me?"

"The closet and bathroom."

Bougie. "How many rooms are here?"

His nails start drumming against me as if counting, "about 30."

I have a lot of exploring to do. "Why do you hate vampires so much?"

"How does that correlate with the house questions?"

"It doesn't."

"Vampires are soulless parasites that kill everything they see and have no respect for life."

"Are there any in hell?"

"No."

"Where are they then?"

"Nowhere."

"Do they even exist?"

"Not anymore."

"What happened to them?"

"They went extinct."

"How the hell did vampires go extinct?"

"I killed them all."

My eyes widen to the point it hurts. "They kept killing everything so I killed them, simple as that."

"Fair enough." I honestly don't know if that's fair but it's not my place to say.

"When was the last time you've eaten?"

I think, I really do. "Yesterday? I don't know. I can't remember shit."

He stands up but lifts me with him like I'm some damn toddler. He walks out the room while holding me. I wrap my legs around his waist.

"Put me down."

He then leans against a banister railing and holds me over. I look down. Damn I'm high up.

He takes a hand off me, "alright, I'll drop you."

"Wait- no," I wrap an arm around his neck. I don't want to die yet.

He snickers before turning and walking some more. Damn this house looks fucking boring. Light gray walls with wooden floors. That's all, no decorations or anything. There are some windows and the stairs curve with fancy railings.

"Your house is so dull. It looks like you just bought it, did you just buy it?"

"No."

"Then why is there nothing?"

"Because I'm rarely ever here."

I motivationaly pat him on the back, "if it wasn't so damn boring here I'm sure you would love to be here more."

He lets go of me and I grab his cloak so I don't fall backwards. I give him a dirty face before unwrapping myself and standing up.

He walks around the fancy kitchen. Dark cherry wood everything with dark gray marble countertops.

"Why is a house in hell so pretty and fancy?"

He shrugs before slamming probably the 10th cabinet. He goes through the whole kitchen.

"So do you like dust or air? I have plenty of both."

"Air sounds better than dust."

He puts his hands on his head and looks annoyed at the kitchen like food should just spawn.

"So why do you have this house if you don't even live here?"

"Gotta take showers somewhere. Where do you want to go to get food?"

"Burger king."

He walks around the fancy kitchen island and puts a hand on my shoulder. We then appear in front of a burger king I've never seen before in a place I've never seen before.

I look around and see brick roads and people that speak a different language. I follow him like a child.

We get in line and he turns to face me, "what do you want?"

I grab my phone and notice my computer is in my other pocket still. I open my phone case to see how much money I have.

He grabs my hand, I look up and he looks me right in the eyes. "What do you want?"

Damn he looks hot and angelic with an evil undertone.

"Chicken sandwich."

He looks at me another second before talking to the lady behind the counter. My social anxiety could never, especially in a different place.

I follow him off to the side. "Where are we?"

"Italy."

The way I tried to contain my squeal. Oh this is amazing.

"Can we go places and like, do things? Oh my God this is a dream come true."

"No."

I look up at him unbelievably disappointed and he's just looking forward like a soldier trying not to smile.

I look at the ground disappointed. I could have finally lived up to the Italian in me.

"I'm joking, la mia piccola farfalla storpia." He throws an arm over my shoulders.

I have no idea what he just said but it was hot. Oh and I'm so happy again.

He gets the food and we leave. It's so nice here. Like oh my God I'ma melt away into a puddle of amazement and love. It's so pretty here.

"Oh my gawd! Look at the water! It's so pretttyyyyy and the plants and everything!" I lean against a railing and point at the sea of crystal blue water in front of me. Also below me by like a lot of feet.

I see him stand next to me, I look at him and the way and then back at him while still pointing at it. "See! It's so pretty, it's so pretty, it's so pretty! Oh I wanna jump in!"

"You'll die if you do, that's why there's a railing."

I look down all the feet below me and see the ground. I would flatten like a pancake.

I keep walking while eating my sandwich. I love chicken so much I cry tears of joy. Food is the best creation ever.

He's slightly in front of me, "oh thank you for not locking me in your basement or something and bringing me here instead with food. This is one of the best days of my life with a weird twist that I can't hate."

I'm so happy I can't even describe it. Like everything is tight like a panic attack but good. It's a fangirl level of happiness that can only be shown in tears and giant smiles that hurt my chubby cheeks.

I would squeal and make inhumane noises too but I don't want to scare people.

"Really?"

"Yes. This is so damn amazing."

He pats me on the head. I wanna do that to him but I can't reach.

I see something farther down the brick road.

"What is that?"

"What?"

I point to the edge of a building, "the massive black transparent thing."

"A demon."

"Oh hell no." I want to turn around but I don't want to take my eyes off of it so I don't move.

"Are you going to stand there forever?"

"Yes." I watch the giant thing slowly walk closer.

He puts an arm across my back and pushes me forward. "She's not going to do anything."

"It's gonna kill me. I'm gonna die in Italy holding a chicken sandwich because of a demon."

"She won't do anything to you."

"Demons are evil, they kill people and possess them and everything else."

"She'll see that you have a part of my soul and won't touch you."

"How are you so sure of that?"

"They fear things more powerful than them. Demons are like roaches."

I look at him mortified, "roaches don't die. They are invincible."

"Hit it with a hammer and it'll die."

"So I just have to get a hammer and hit the demon?"

"No, you just have to walk by and pay her no mind. Hammers can't hurt a spirit."

I wonder if the surrounding people can hear our conversation. That would be a weird conversation to hear.

We, well me, quickly walk by like speed run but walking. I look at the thing for a quick second and see the ugliest looking thing I have ever seen. I walk faster.

Once we're like 50 feet away, "why is it so ugly?"

"Don't ugly shame the demon."

"But it's so-"

"Leave the poor thing alone. She didn't decide to look like that."

Now I feel bad. Damn fucking... I don't even know. Damn me.

I look around the pretty scenery and the sun is mostly gone in the distance. I pull out my phone to see it's 9.

"Why do you have a computer in your pocket?"

I look at him and then the computer on the opposite side of me and then back at him, "Lucifer got it to work and I just kept it there."

"How? He makes me wait a whole damn week for something."

I put a hand on his shoulder, "don't worry, he just loves me more than you."

He looks taken back, "he has known you for less than 5 hours. How does he love you more than me? How?" He strains the last 'how'.

I walk past him all fancy even though I don't know where to go, "I'm just special."

I would always mess with my dad like this. I'm stuck in nostalogic land.

He catches up to me, "how are you special? He has known me since I became a fallen angel."

"I don't know, you're the one that claimed me. He looked awfully confused and asked why. It must mean something."

He becomes creepily quiet for too long. I get nervous, did I fuck up? This is like the worst time to fuck up because I now live with him.

"You are special." He says in a low hot voice.

Do I want to hear what's next? He could say I'm stupid or something. Damn that would hurt.

"You are so innocent. Committed such a low amount of sins that you couldn't enter hell dead or alive. I had to give you a part of my soul just so you could get in."

Oh. Wow.

I look up at his hot self with a big proud grin before I get confused.

"But I swear."

"You don't hurt anyone with your words."

"I have weird dreams. Like, really weird."

"So do most of humanity."

"I've thought bad thoughts before."

"Who hasn't?"

"Are you sure you're not mixing me up with someone else?"

He faces me, "yes."

"Oh, that's nice." Then I remember something, "oh my god I didn't bring my bathroom stuff." I can't live as a filthy pig, that just wouldn't do.

"Then get new 'bathroom stuff'."

"But what about my stuff? Did my apartment suddenly disappear?"

"Yes, there is just a giant hole in the building now."

"The fuck?"

"You want to fuck?"

I ignored his childish question, "what happened to my apartment? I didn't pay rent every month for 3 years just so it disappears."

"Nothing happened to it."

"Then I wanna get the rest of my stuff."

He wears annoyance and looks around before putting a hand on my shoulder and we appear back at my apartment. Everything looks the same.

I quickly walk to the bathroom and gather my things together. I put many things in my blessed pocketed pants and filled my arms. I look at myself, damn I have a lot more things than I thought.

I walk back to the front room and throw everything on the couch. "The couch comes with."

He turns to face me, "the couch? It's cheap."

"Don't price shame my cheap couch."

"But I could get you a better one."

"I like this one."

"It's not made well."

"It's sentimental."

"Get a better one."

"It's coming."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes or I'm not going back with you."

"I'll just take you."

"No you wouldn't."

He pauses, "How would you know what I would and wouldn't do?"

"If you would, you would have done so by now."

His face says, 'bitch don't expose me like that'.

I flop onto the couch with my 50 hair and skin things happy with my victory. He walks the 2 step space and clamps his hands on the couch and towers over me. I just look at his inhumanly handsome face and astonishing eyes before the scenery changes.

We appear in my new ridiculously big room. "Does the room have to stay like this? It's so damn boring."

He seems amused with my disappointment for this room, "you can do whatever you want with it, later."

I smile before getting off my beautiful couch and looking around the room thinking of things. I then look at the still open windows.

"What the hell?"