Lucifers Lost Angel

Chapter Nine | Moans From A Dream

“Lucifer…. argh what are you doing?” I moaned; his eyes peaked up from underneath the blanket. His entire body stretched in front of me as I take a glance. His fingers wipe his lips with a soft smile promising his face. He stretched out my legs farther and I moan when I feel his fingers plunging in deeper. My hands flush through his hair, tangling itself in the mess.

“Say my name princess.”

“Lucifer…” I moaned out; he chuckles against my lips as they press itself onto my own.

“Say it again…moan it loud. I want everyone in hell to hear it.”

“Lucifer! Oh God, oh my god!”

“Oh, do not say my fathers name princess, we were doing so well.” My head shot up from the comfiness of the pillow, I brought the covers to my half naked body as I see Lucifer standing by the door. Did he just play with my mind? Wait father?

“Lucifer, what the hell?”

“Ah, I see you what you did there. That is a good pun. Should make some more.” He pointed at me; he takes a small sip of his tea before walking towards me. He sets the tea cup right besides me onto the bed side table before looking down at me.

“God is your father?” I whispered.

“Unfortunately, yes, he missed out on having an amazing son. I was too good for him, so he threw me out.” I slowly stood up; Lucifer looked confused as he smirks tying to tumble back. The moment I stood in front of him. My hands reached out to touch his face, but instead it was caught with the hands of Lucifer. “What do you think you are doing?”

“You, you are upset. You cover up the fact that God kicked you out because you are hurt by it.” He chuckles, his head shaking before he pushes my hands away. “Lucifer, how do you feel being kicked out whilst your brother Gabriel- “

“Do not ever bring up his name down here. Understand.” I stepped back at the projection of his voice. “He is no brother of mine. Mind your own business. I made this deal because I want you to die. I want you to fall. And when you do, there would be no one to catch you.” I felt something prick my eyes slightly as I looked away. I do not want to show this man that I am weak. Because I am not. I am just sensitive. His words hurt about him wanting me to die.

“Anyways, you are going to be locked up in here.”

“Locked up? Whatever do you mean?” I asked. He buttons up his suit and looks down at my covered body.

“You do not leave this bedroom. It is too dangerous for you out in hell, anyways farewell.”

 He turns around to face the door before stopping. “you should change your underwear.”

“Why would I need to change my underwear?” I asked confused.

“You really are innocent.” With that he slams the door shut and I hear a lock at the end of it. I rush towards the door, the moment I grabbed onto the handle I immediately turned back and gasped as feel my hands being burnt. I shake it around and blow on it, “Lucifer! Let me out! Hello!” I banged on the door over and over again to get nobodies attention. I looked around the room, seeing a new black dress hung on the cupboard.

I pace towards it; I have never worn a single thing of black. This, this was new. This could help me fit in. Nobody would know I am an angel. I pulled it from the hanger and slipped it onto my body. Zipping it up easily from the side. I looked in the mirror and was terrified of the darkness. It held my breast perfectly, it snatched my waist and left not a lot to imagination.

I observed around the room, noticing a small blanket. I wrap it around my hands and rush to the door. I wrap it around the handle and then I pull the handle. Within a few tugs, it flung open. I flew to the ground and rubbed the back of my head.

“s**t, didn’t know anyone was in here.” I glanced up; my eyes interlocked with a pair of blue ones. Her eyes scanned me; her nose began sniffing me as if I was some animal. She walks over to me and grab my chest pulling me up to my feet. “Who the f**k are you?”

“I-i-I’m- “

“Who the f**k are you b***h? Answer before I kill you.” I feel something against my neck and gasp, my head shakes as I try pulling her hands away.

“I’m a friend of lucifers.”

“You’re the angel. Aren’t you?” I nodded my head and she sighs releasing me back onto my feet, “why didn’t you say so? I’m Maria, Lucifers sister.” She takes her hands out to shake, I look down at it before forcing myself to shake it. She smiles, her black hair tangling with her lip gloss.

“Let me show you around! Have you ever been drunk before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever gone to a club before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever kissed someone before?”

“No.”

“Have you ever worn shorts or revealing clothes?”

“No.”

“Have you ever worn makeup?”

“No.”

“Have you ever had s*x before?”

“No, I do not even know what that is."

"You know when a guys di-okay I am leaving this to Lucifer. Your life is so-b-bland. Thank Lucifer I’m in hell. Come on.” She nudged me to walk besides her as we exit the room. I look around feeling somewhat uncomfortable.

“Where are we going?”

“To hide you scent, if anyone here knows you are an angel then darling, you are dead.” She turns to point at me, I chuckle weirdly as I rush to her side staying besides her. She takes a left and I follow after her as she walks down the stairs to reach a wooden black door. She knocks onto it a few times. I rub my arms feeling nervous.

I cannot believe this is happening, I am really going to step in to help Lucifer and bring him back to heaven where he belongs. I can help him be liked. I can help him, the way he needed it. I promised my grandmother to help him, and when my grandmother wants something done. She will do everything.

The door creaked open; the woman glanced at Maria before letting her in. Maria nods her head at me, I follow after her. We enter some sort of cosy room. “How can I help you?” The woman asked, dreadlocks tangled up in a bun. Soft brown skin and beautiful green eyes.

“I need you to hide her scent. Now Lucifer's orders.” Maria said. The woman nods her head as she walks in front of me, she grabs a pace of my hair and when I see a pair of scissors in her hands I gasp and pull back.

“What are you doing? This is my hair.” I whispered.

“Yes, I know I can see. I need it to hide your f*****g scent.” I gasped at the words she threw at me. I gave her a piece of my hair from the back, she takes it rolling her eyes as she walks away. I really do not belong here. They are rude, obnoxious and- oh my goodness, I am judging them. I should never be grudgeful. I tried closing my thoughts and looked up seeing her much something with a stone.

The woman finished after a few minutes; she hands it over to me. “Drink this with hot water, stir it. You scent should be gone in a few hours.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.” She stopped walking for a second, her eyes darting back to me. I sense her being uncomfortable by a simple word. “Get out.” Maria chuckles as she walks out of the room.

“You are really pretty by the way.”

“Oh, stop it.” The woman shot out, I stumbled back from her tone. “I do not need your compliments; I know you don’t mean them.”

“Oh, I never lie, I really think- “

“Oh, of course you don’t. Because you’re so perfect.”

“I’m not perfect but thank you- “

“I was being sarcastic,”

“Oh, right.”

“Get her out Maria.”

“Come on Angel,” Maria whispered pulling me out of the room. Why was she so rude for? I have not harmed her in any way, was me being an angel such a disruption to her?