Lucifers Lost Angel

Chapter Ten | Locked In A Cage

Boredom is that invitation for the brain to play, to let the self-soak into a moment and see the richness in the minute subtlety life offers. So, I let it in, allow my thoughts to float without direction, and soon enough they find paths to run down, new paths rather than the same old worries that can play over and over each day.

I need to see real people, talk and laugh. I have to hear their stories and jokes. They give me an energy I cannot get any other way. I do not care for television much, but a good drama and tub of ice cream happens sometimes.

 So long as it's pre-recorded and I can skip through the adverts, I am happy. Life is precious, who has got time for all those commercials? I think they have had enough of my time since I was three. My time is a strict split between responsibilities and play. They both feed my soul, I need the loud and the quiet joys of life, a bit of peace with plenty of wild times mixed in.

I just sat on the bench, staring at the beautiful painting hung so perfectly onto the huge wall. I smiled as I watched it, I do not know why it was so capturing. It was of an angel falling and a devil diving after her. “There she is…grab her.” I turned my head to the small whispers when I see a group of girls. I smile and wave my hand at one of them, they give me disgusted looks and I look down at my clothes.

When I hear multiple footsteps walking towards me, I felt like a bullied child in a playground. They all surrounded me. But one caught my eyes, she was beautiful. Brown eyes, blonde hair and a perfect body. “Hello, can I help you?” I ask nicely.

“You are so pretty.” The blonde girl said.

“Oh, thank you.” I whispered pushing my hair behind my ears.

“No problem, how about you come with us? I can show you around.”

“I already got shown around, thank you though for the offer.” I replied, she scoffed rolling her eyes as she sat besides me. “Oh, come on, I’m just trying to be friends.”

“I mean, I did forget where the kitchen was so, let us go.”

“Great, my name Clara, this is Mary, this is Katy and this is Malissa.” I wave at them and they roll their eyes at me. We begin walking away, confusion urges my mind. I knew exactly where the kitchen was. This was not the way. “I’m going to show you my bedroom.”

“Oh, okay.”

It was a long walk, down the stairs. Up the stairs then back down until we reached a basement door. “What is your name again?”

“Artemis.”

“Artemis, can you please get us some cookies? We are famished.”

“Of course, through here?” She nods her head, I open the door, stepping inside. The darkness, the room was very small. Two things that do not sit well with me. I walk to the shelves and look through out the jars. Not seeing any signs of cookies. “Clara-I don’t seem to see- “The door banged closed; my head snapped towards it as I rush to it. I pull the handle hearing it lock.

“Clara? Malissa? Is this a prank, I do not think i can open the door?” I banged on the door, fidgeting with the handle. I close my eyes taking in deep breaths. “Clara! Come on, the jokes over now. Can you please open the door?” I tried unlocking the door with my bobby pin but neither of it worked. I press my hands onto the door as I take deep breaths over and over again.

“Clara! Hello! I think you locked the door by mistake, it is dark down here.” I twisted my body, hearing squeaks of mouses. “Please open the door, hello! Anyone…I am scared of the dark and it is quite cold down here.”  Was this a prank? Did lucifer put them up to this? He probably did to keep me out of his way. I slide down the door and bring my knees to my chest as I rub my arms.   

"Please, open the door! I cannot breathe." I banged onto the door loudly, over and over again. I felt claustrophobic. My hands grab onto the handle of the door as I slowly untie my shirt allowing air to breathe in. 

"Okay, that is enough, let her out now Michelle."

"No, she annoys me, it is only a mini prank."

"Open the door, I cannot breathe. Please." I took in deep inhales of breath before the door opens wide, I shot out of the room and into the open library crashing at the foot of. Michelle. The most talented Angel in our academic year. She was every beautiful, her blond hair and green eyes.

"Oops, sorry darling, I did forget you were in there." I slowly stood up. 

"It is okay, mistakes happen, I probably should have been more careful. Sometimes I can get so clumsy and fall by myself so there is honestly no reason to apologise and well it is nice to have someone speak to me other than a teacher or my mother-" I said, wiping my clothes back down. Noticing that I have rambled on a bit too much, she rolls her eyes.

"Augh, you're too nice!"

"And she talks too much."

"And formally." 

"And she has no wings, she is wingless. You are not and will never be a real Angel."

I do not know how long I have been kept down here but I know it has been long. I was hungry, cold and alone. The dark has consumed me in to sleep and now I just have woken up form a memory. I bang my head against the door as I try to stand up. I bang on the door over and over again hoping to get someone’s attention. I felt like I was about to faint. The handle was being shuffled with, I stood up and the moment it opened I flew out of the room, running up the stairs. When the light hit me, I took a deep breathes.

“There she is, see I told you we would find her.” I gazed up, meeting her eyes. Next to Clara was Lucifer. I hurried towards him and he looked at me confused. “Damn you are pale, you look like the vampire from Hotel Transyl-- “

Without even focusing, I rushed to his embrace as my arms circle around his waist. He stumbles back slightly as I take deep breaths knowing I am safe from these demons. My face buries into his chest. The smell of wood and cinnamon takes over all my senses.

“How could you? I have done nothing to harm you, that was no joke.” I let out, Clara chuckles shaking her head as she gives me a small smile.

“What is going on?” Lucifer asked.

“Yeah, what is going on? I don’t know what she is talking about?” Clara mumbles. “I have never met her before.”

“What? We have met, Clara.” I said pulling myself from Lucifers chest only a little.

“My name isn’t Clara, my name is Renna.”  This was a lie, why was she lying? Lucifer stepped in front of the both of us as he stares into my white coloured eyes. I gasped.

“You do not need to lie; I forgive you I was just scared.”

“There is nothing to forgive me for, I have done- “

“Renna leave please.” Lucifer interjected, Renna stepped back and gave me a deathly stare before turning to make her way out of the hallways. I take another breath, trying to keep my pace steady. Lucifer, the way he had a tiny glimpse of worry in his eyes shocked me.

“I was not lying; I do not lie.” I whispered. Lucifer chuckles awkwardly as I look up at him and him down at me.

“What-what are -you doing around me? Trying to lock me in some sort of cage.”  I slowly stepped back, removing my arms as I look at him then the place I hugged.

“Lucifer, have you never been hugged before?” I asked in a whisper as people pass by.

“Of course, I have been hugged, hugged what ever that means..” He tried walking away but I rushed in front of him, I was surprised. Shocked almost. He was never shown this sort of affection a child has. I was almost sad.

“It is okay if you have not, I can hug you from now. It can help with gaining feelings again.” I responded excitedly; Lucifer looked at me with a disgusted look before fixing up his tie.

“I would rather not.”

“Oh…ok..” I whispered, I guess I was the one who needed the hug ore than Lucifer. Normally, when things like that happened to me, my mother was the first person I would run to. I do not have that now, because I am currently burning in hell.

“Fine.” I stopped walking, my head lifts up with a bright smile as I turn around to face Lucifer, his hands wipe down his face. “Only when I want to, which is never.”

“Okay!”

“Alright, you should rest now.”

“Okay, goodnight lucifer.” I alleged; I began walking away.

“Wrong way, little demon.”

“Yes, I knew that.”

“Mhm, totally.”

“I did.”

“It is okay if you did not,” he repeated cheekily

“I did!”