Good Evil

Broken calm.

I am Lilith and I am a demon. I have been living on earth, among people, for hundreds of years. I change my place of residence about every 15 years so that people don't notice that my appearance doesn't change. I'm 22 years old and I'm not getting old - pluses of being a demon... Currently I live in the small town of Roscon. Why am I not in Hell? I quit this job... Possessing people, spreading fear, killing - it's not for me, I got bored with it. I lead a peaceful existence by observing people, their daily lives, worries, problems as well as happiness and love. Sometimes I get the feeling that people make me feel something...

The sharp smell of sulfur woke me up. OH NO! I had peace for soo long, too long...

"Samael." I said irritably as I sat down on the bed.

"Still in the same place. Don't you think you're wasting your potential here?"

I rolled my eyes at him "What do you want?"

Changed his tone of voice to a more serious said "Lucifer wants to see you."

"I'm not in a good mood, and besides, I don't do any missions anymore..."

He interrupted me in mid-words "This is serious business, we need you. We'll meet in the Great Hall, hurry up." And he disappeared in black smoke. Great, I have no choice, time to get my ass out of bed.

Although I don't like Hell - yes yes I know I'm a demon and I don't like Hell, which is strange (but I have my reasons), the bedroom decor is a bit like it. Burgundy - colored walls, old dark brown furniture, a wooden floor, a large, solid bed with black linens and black pillows. A huge mirror next to the bed in which I love to look at myself. The rest of the house in similar tones - old but elegant.

After the morning toilet, I went naked to my wardrobe, which is overcrowded of dresses, latex and leather blouses and pants. Of course, all clothes in my favorite color - black. I wore a black tight dress and black high heels. "Yes, this one will be perfect." I told myself and I look one last glance in the mirror.

I'm ready!