Lucifers Lost Angel

Chapter Seven | Lucifer Saves The Hurt

I had thought my jail cell as real for so long that I never even checked to see if the walls were solid. I heard screams from other cells and they paralyzed me from even pushing on the door. Dark, empty, cold, the room stood silently at the end of the corridor. The fluorescent lights flickered as the walls screamed out in pain, the lifeless shadowed figures curled up in the corners of their cells, whispering their demented secrets. 

In this jail cell I only know when it is daylight by the slim shaft of light that penetrates the air vent on top. I wish to God it was a little bigger, I'm so skinny now I could fit into a regular vent, but this one is meanly proportioned. Perhaps someone did make it out one day, I'd like to think so. The only other way out is the door, thick oak, new and strong. It's out of place against the metal walls, but that's common now.  

I was hiding in the corner of the room, not knowing how many days I spent down here. My arms wrapped around my legs, pushing it against my chest. I hear the cage door open; my eyes widen when I feel water being spilt all over me. "Drink." The man laughed as he walked away, I stuttered in the cold as I feel the water all over my body. My clothes were drenched. I was soaked. I shiver under the cold as I look around the room. 

The jail cell is the least of my concerns. Its grey walls do not hit me or steal my rations; the lumpy bed does not sing the same one line of a half-forgotten song over and over until I lose the last threads of sanity I was clinging to. The ceiling drips but it does not whisper in my ears, "let me guess, you're an Angel?" I hear someone say from opposite me. I slowly peak my head out only to see abetted man.  

"I-am." I answered. 

"Lucifer sent you down here?" his voice sounded so very strained, so direct and feared. I knew for a fact; he was hiding something. Something that he might have done to Brin him here. Should I ask him? I barely knew the man. 

"No, someone else..." 

"Then you're lucky." He replies, lucky. Why would I be luck you be here? All I wanted to do was help, all I wanted to do was help someone that I thought would need it. But instead, here I am caged. Because I was a threat, a threat to heaven and hell. Is that why my wings took longer than expected to grow because I was known to be extinct. Or my wings were known to be extinct. 

"Lucky?" 

"Lucifer would give you the option of a gruesome death or to be stuck down here until you die." He mumbled; my hands slowly push myself up from the ground as I walk towards the bars. The heavy metal bars that have caged me in like bird.  

"Lucifer, you met Lucifer." I repeated the words again. 

"I did." 

"Are you a human?"  

"I am." 

"So then how do you know I am an Angel and not a human." I asked, the man slowly shuffled int he dark not allowing me to see him. The darkness over rid him of his kind. I wanted to see him, I wanted to see how this man looked like. 

"Because of your wings." I look back noticing my wings were already out. As quickly as I could I hid them, hid them back to where they came to of. Not wanting anyone else to see. 

"What have you done to bring you to hell?" 

"I-I murdered my daughter." My eyes widen as I take steps back in surprise, how could someone be so cruel to hurt one of their own. Is that how humans are? "But I had a reason." 

"A reason to hurt your own daughter?" 

"I did nothing wrong, she got into the way..." I suggested to myself to stop speaking to this man. To stop allowing myself to become judgemental. Because I am a good person. "I know you are judging me-" 

"I am not judging you; I have no right too because I do not know you." Footsteps were heard. I hear cackling, laughs and cries. The man that I was once talking to went silent. I stumbled back slightly when I see a shadow standing in front of my cage.  

"Bring her out." The cage doors open, I see two figures walking inside before grabbing onto my arms. They pull me out of the cage, thinking of me as some sort of toy. I feel a bag being put over my head, covering the light.  

The second, that same minute I was thrown onto the floor. My hands were tied behind my back by some sort of heat strainer. That released burns on my wrist. I hear soft talking, cheers for murder. Fear was erupting in my soul as the bag wrapped around my head. Why was I scared? I will tell you why. Imagine being in a dark room, afraid that you can lose your breath any second. That anything could happen because you were all tied up. Imagine being burnt, burn every minute, within every second. One move and the temperature would increase. 

All I did, all I did was come to help. And yet here I was. The sight was pitch black. "This Angel decided it was clever to come down to hell. So, we are going to show it what hell is like for us whilst they live up in heaven." The bag was pulled over me, my eyes were adjusting to the striking lights that annoyed me. My head dropped to my knees hearing the screams of threats and so more. 

I feel my hair being pulled, allowing everyone to see my face. "She's a beauty, isn't she?" I hear screams over screams, my eyes were tight shut. Afraid to open them, afraid to see what sort of death was wishing for me. My heart was debating rapidly. My mind was in all places.  

"And her eyes! Her eyes are blue. It's a shame to lose this beauty..." I feel him tighten his grip around my hair causing my eyes to fly open, the moment they did. It dragged towards a pair of Hazel eyes. His eyes were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside. They were the forest floor and the gentle flowers, somewhere to rest and breathe. 

He had eyes of the sea and wet pebbles. The centre was all pebble, soft reflective browns, spreading out to waves of sea blues and greens under an overcast sky. The outer edge was rimmed in deep ocean blue, but the overall effect was of hazel eyes, the brown elements being more dominant since they complimented his hair and the freckles that lay over the bridge of his nose.  

His hair, his hair was the black of over-washed cloth, the kind that was worn and beaten. But the beautiful curls that were sticking out. His lips, a beautiful colour of light nude. I notice him stand up slightly, before my head was pulled back to the centre of the stage. " Say goodbye." That moment, my eyes closed. It closed as I felt something sharp against my throat.  

'Courageous' 

'Brave' 

I feel it being pushed as I felt a hot liquid oozing down my neck, not until I notice a sudden change. I feel the air, my eyes slightly opened. The opened only to be met with his eyes. The centre was a bright mocha, chocolatey and bright. After that it was all latte until the rim of dark roasted beans. I notice his wings, black, black beautiful feather indulging into the air.  The night sky. 

The night sky is how I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art, alive with in raw energy, a song for the eyes. At times I felt as if I could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears cannot hear.

 I guess it felt friendly when the world of people felt so devoid of love. I wanted to see it right, in three dimensions, see the sculpture of divine hands. "Who are you?" I whispered. 

"Lucifer."