Sterixa

A short novella about Lucifer, life and death."Maybe if you weren't so desiring of a crown. A title. We wouldn't be here. You were such a pretty angel. One of us, like me. Yet you didn't appreciate that did you? You went for the mortals, tricked them, tricked yourself. Now you have a title. 'Monster'."Michael's words run through the air and Lucifer cowers, he has no power. Fighting meant war, war meant death. He couldn't die and leave her here, let her fight her own demon that he gave her. That was weak, cowardly. However, the archangels words strike at him, cutting open old wounds, making new ones.Michael knows it too. He's winning. Again.…

Sterixa

Breathing heavily, I took a chance and followed him in."Well, I bet he sent you to chase after me. It's better than your devilish friend. Yes, I could see you, and I know my brother. Whenever he needed something from my mother he'd send me to go as for it, to go talk on his behalf. So of course he'd have you come talk me."I gaped liKe a fish feeling defeated, this was shameful.He turned around slowly putting his hands into his pockets discreetly. "So then, let's talk."Family is complicated, and that makes it fun and dangerous. And beginning from that moment I agreed to this idea, I was clueless to what was coming.…

Sterixa

Maybe my words will stain the white page and bring emotion out of tears. Maybe the pain will match yours.Part one of my three set: words, pages and sentences…

Sterixa

Sometimes one last chance to breathe is enough. And sometimes that wish isn't granted.She woke up, on a bed not her own, but of earth joined to a burden of heart ache. Where he was she didn't know... all she knew, she was dead.Like her bodyLike her heart. //completed//…