SATAN
At the Bermuda triangle
I watched the camera showing the hall and saw them walking in, following Azazeal and the owl. He left them standing there and walked to his Laboratory. Yushk, the welcoming demon walked over to them and handed them each a glass of orange juice, which wasn't really orange juice but blood. She, Sela, raised her head up and looked at the ceiling. I zoomed the camera in and looked clearly into her beautiful eyes. She really looked like Lilith, I starred at her, unable to take my eyes off her, until she faced down and focused on her juice.
I put aside the plans I was working on, it was destruction plans that would be put into use in the next century. I always make sure to plan ahead, and no mortal is able to calculate my plans and moves. I descended down the stairs, I didn't want to just appear in front of her within an eye's blink, I can't scare her like that. So I acted human and took the stairs, passing Azazeal's flying car on the way. He is always pestering me about releasing it into the world, but the right time hasn't come yet. Mankind isn't ready for it yet. I reached them and the demons bowed down to me, but she, she just stood there looking at me. I stretched my hand to her and she just looked at it. I chuckled.
Me: You didn't bow down to me, so I thought I should address you as my equal.
Sela: Umm, sorry master. I just didn't expect you to look like this.
Me: What did you expect? Big black horns, red skin and a forked tail?
Sela: Umm, kind of.
Me: I am a spirit, so I can take any form. So, yeah. (I turned to her demon companion) Abamama!
Her: My master.
Me: You have been loyal, you have been working overtime, I have been watching you. And I am grateful, you shall be rewarded accordingly. (She smiled) So, Sela, first of all, congratulations for getting the award.
Sela: Thank you master.
Me: Every true witch has a spiritual name, how about we change your name first? The name Lilith would suit you.
Sela: Not meaning to be rude master, I love my name. It was given to me by my mother. It was derived from the myth of the Bukusu tribe of Kenya, my mother's tribe, Wele Khakhaba, the creator, created the first man, and called him Mwambu, the first woman was called Sela. That is why I am proud of my name.
Me: Hush, I know that myth child. It is not true, I will tell you the true story of creation, I was there after all.
I felt like chocking her and crashing my lips against hers. Seeing her in pain would be my deepest pleasure. I get strength from the pain and sufferings of people, but for this one, I have to control my anger. At least for now.
DR LERU
I was at some church near my home for an all night session, I don't even know why I came here today. We started praying at around midnight and we are still praying even now. I couldn't pray no more, I was so tired and sleepy, lucky I'm off tomorrow. This church was so different from mine, we don't pray for this long at our church. I got up from my knees and walked towards the door, time to go home.
Apostle: Please stop that man at the door, the holy spirit has shown me something about him.
Me: Me? (I turned around, he nod his head and I walked to the front)
Apostle: The holy spirit is showing me a white coat, are you a doctor sir?
Me: Yes.
Apostle: I don't want to talk much, but there is a woman at your work place, you will have to save her, you have to protect her, it is not clear from what but the holy spirit shows me that it will be revealed to you.
Me: O-okay.
My mind worked fast, I mean I don't fully believe in prophets but I was hoping it was true. The holy spirit could only mean one person, Sela. I really hope that it was her that I had to save. She lost her father and boyfriend last month, she lost her aunt yesterday. So, I guess I had to save her from depression and the hurt that she is bearing in her heart. I think most people at work have noticed that I am really interested in Sela, it was a long time crush, just that I respected her boyfriend. I will be her safe haven, if she ever needs a shoulder to cry on, I will worship the ground she walks on. She is a godess, beautiful and the only woman who made me feel this way, well, except for my late fiancé.
Apostle: That's not all sir. I see a gift, The Lord has given you a gift of prophecy, all you have to do is just accept it.
A gift? Prophet? Now he is bullshitting me. There is no way this prophet is genuine. I looked at him and made my way outside, the ushers tried blocking my way, but I guess my look intimidated them. I walked to my car to drive home. A good sleep would do me good.
SELA
We were seated down on a couch, in a very beautiful lounge. This place is really huge and looked fancy. I thought hell was made of fire everywhere, but then I guess this isn't Hell. The demon which welcomed us kept supplying us with drinks for refreshment. The Devil wasn't bad looking as I thought he was, I kept glancing at him. Abamama was talking more than me, but she was ignored most of the time, pity. She really was trying hard to get his attention and I was starting to feel sorry for her.
Abamama: We are really honoured to be meeting you master. (She was repeating that statement for the fifth time, yes I counted, I rolled my eyes.)
Satan: Yes, I know. Umm, I don't have much time, so I'll shoot straight to the point.
Me: Wait, about that creation story, you didn't tell me.
Abamama: Lilith, you can google that.
Me: Please, don't call me Lilith, I am Sela.
Satan: Fierce one huh! (he chuckled and gave me a side smile. God, is this Devil flirting with me?)
Satan: Okay, I will be quick. God created the Earth and heavens after we, the angels, were created. He then created Adam and Eve, not Adam and Lilith as some stories suggest?
Me: Adam and Lilith?
Him: Yes, some stories says that the first woman was called Lilith, and she was created from dust like Adam. Lilith didn't submit to Adam and God chased her to the mountains, that is when he created Eve from Adam's rib. But, that's bullshit, Lilith was an angel like me. We were always there, even before the creation of the universe. We somehow fell in love, which was forbidden. We were chased down to Earth, but heaven was still accessible to us since God was waiting for us to repent.
Me: So, why did you destory God's relationship with Adam and Eve?
Him: I was jealous, Lilith and I were happy, but we were jealous that Adam and Eve were allowed to date, even though we, were not allowed. What angered me even more, was the fact that the humans were placed above us, above the angels and all creations even though they were created last.
Me: Wait, the humans are above the angels?
Him: Yes child, the angels are at the humans command. (he cleared his throat) So, I rebelled and tempted Eve, after they were kicked out of paradise, I was kicked out too. (He raised his black shirt and I saw a fresh wound, bandaged) I was banned from entering the heaven after my last fight with my brother Michael. The wound would never heal, it is a painful reminder that I have to keep. More over, I lost Lilith on the last four decades, she fell out of love with me. She is now disguised as a human and date men. Just like the Nephilim angels, she fell for mankind after centuries of being with me. My only satisfaction, is that, the Lord had blocked her womb, she can't bear kids for the humans, the only kids she has, are mine. She is the mother of all my beloved demons, my children.
Me: I don't believe there is any Lilith, it is all made up.
Him: Read Revelation 17 verse 5. "Babylon the great, The mother of prostitutes, And of the vile things, Of the Earth." It talks about Lilith, read the whole chapter in fact.
Me: That's intense. Sorry for losing your love. I didn't know that you are capable of loving.
Him: I am, I was an angel too. So, my heart, my Sela, you really look like Lilith. I don't know why, but you do. Allow me to love you right, allow me to heal my bleeding heart with you. (I felt Abamama shifting closer to me) If you can't be my Lilith, then be my Sela. Will you do me the honours of being Mrs Satan? Will you marry me Sela?
"What the f**k?" That was the first thought that popped into my mind....
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