Lorelei

So I had to go see Luther. In other words the devil. Oh joy! How fun.

I had to do this if it meant I could be with him, I obviously had to do it. It was my only chance. So I went. I went to the one place no one dared stepped foot, unless they were desperate. Luther's 'hell hole' as everyone— and I mean everyone liked to call it.

Let's get one thing straight about Luther, he's a bad person, you don't go to him for anything. It's why I had to go see him about creating darkness, he was the only one who was able to do something like this.

Only thing is, he never does anything without a price. Which is typical for a man like him. A man with power.

I walked into his 'hell hole' and called out for him. "Luther," I said. "Luther."

He walked out of the shadows and smiled at me. "Hello, my child." He nodded his head at me. "What can I do for you?"

I swallowed and sighed, it had to be done. I looked up at him. "I want to make a deal with you."

An mischievous smirk, crossed his lips. "Of course my child, what is it you want me to do?"

"I want you to help me create darkness, so I can be with someone. Someone I love."

He touched my face and closed his eyes, he must have seen a vision of Judas because he smiled at me. "You are in love with Judas, the son of the most powerful God on this earth."

I just nodded and he smiled widely at me.

"I will grant your wish." He said. "For a price of course."

"Yes, of course Luther." I said. "what is it that you want?" I asked.

He smiled evilly at me. "your soul my dear." He said, "I want your soul. So you will be able to see him but not be seen. It will be as if you are on this earth, but not really. Once you die, you and your soul and your body will be reunited, but there will come a certain time. When that time comes, you will be free."

I nodded. "Okay," I said. "You can take my soul."

"That is what I like to hear my dear." He said, then grabbed me. I felt my soul leave my body, and I was about to fall to the floor, when Luther stopped me. I suddenly stood up, and no longer felt drowsy as I did when my soul left my body.

I looked over at Luther. "What did you do?" I asked.

"I made sure you wouldn't pass out from when your soul left your body my dear, made sure you didn't bump your head. Would be very hard to fulfil my end of the bargain if the person I made the deal with was dead." He explained, smirking at me.

I swallowed hard and just stared at him. I could feel myself slipping away, as I saw from above me everything turn to darkness.

I was one with the darkness. I was here alive on this earth but I could not be seen by anyone.

I walked away from him, I had got my part of the deal. What I didn't realise is the price that came with it. Not only was I apart of the darkness and not able to be seen, when I was walking home, I heard a scream.

A girl's scream, a servant. When I went closer to see what she was screaming at, I almost collapsed.

My mother was lying dead on the floor, and, lying next to her, was my father.

I started screaming but no one could hear me. I broke down in tears, I couldn't stop them. I didn't know the price, I didn't know that with turning the world to darkness my parents would be killed. That Luther would essentially kill my parents.

My heart broke, I had no family left and the man I loved, couldn't even see me.

How was this supposed to be a way to be with Judas if I didn't have my soul, and he wasn't able to see me.

I saw him walking, walking away from me, not that he knew that, but still. What I didn't know was where he was going.

I moved closer to him to try and look at him, really look at him, he looked lost. His ocean blue eyes were distant. Something was wrong, and it killed me not to know what was wrong.

Then I saw where he was going, he was going towards where he lived. Maybe he knew that my parents were dead, perhaps he was scared that the same fate was with his parents too. I hoped to the Gods that their fate wasn't the same.

So I followed him. I followed him closely, knowing that he couldn't see me, but I was still cautious.

I didn't go inside to where he lived. I stood outside. I couldn't see anything that was happening.

I didn't see his parents, they must've been fine. I didn't see him grieve so he must been fine.

Maybe just maybe, his parents did not have the same fate as mine did.

But Judas was different from me in the way that he hid his emotions. Didn't show them, it was as if he had a wall that was always up, that stopped him from feeling anything.

When I saw him walk out of his home, I wanted to believe that his parents weren't dead.

How was I to know that Luther was going to trick me into killing my own parents, to maybe killing the man I loved parents.

The ones that were always so kind to everyone. They didn't deserve that fate, neither did my parents.

I looked into Judas' eyes, and from the haziness of them. I knew his parents were gone, like mine.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this if you do leave a comment and a vote and I'll see you in chapter 3 and this is for the retellingsunite contest