Fallen Angel

It was finally the time.

Death stared me in the eye.

I looked at it. It was beautiful. It has got sapphire for eyes which didn't glisten, yet so so so so adorable to watch. The sharp teeth are held tightly by the jaws contradicting the little soft nose. The peach-colored thin lips and a hiding smile beneath.

“You’re early,” it said.

“You shouldn’t be here,” it said.

“You are so young,” it said.

“I will give you a chance,” it said.

Numb was exactly how I was feeling, no words escaping through this stupid mouth, and the stupid eyes kept on staring and the stupid nose started breathing.

I wanted to shout no, I wanted to ask it to stop. 

As if reading my mind the whole time, “ Why not?” it has been questioned for the first time. Clueless.

Still, no words seemed to come, it's then that it clicked to me that I was in his domain. And the beautiful demon shared a smirk so high as if it could read mind as if it could. Read. My. Mind.

I don't wanna leave hell as the one awaits down there has it worse than this. My unwanted soul struggles a lot, just to fit in but it troubles me more. Tired of finding my place in this wrecked world, where loneliness is my sole inhabitant. But maybe hell will help me pass through, my soul has suffered enough torture. I plan to have no mercy, sold my body, and now I am here to sell my soul.

And that's how I got the name Lucifer.