THE DEVILS TRADE

OBLIVION

ROSEANGEL POV

An ominous boom startled me out of my abysmal nightmare. my cheeks were wet and my body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around my limbs, probably because i was thrashing in  sleep. my heart pounded against my chest.A trembled sigh escaped my lips. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. my buried my face in the pillow and swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room. i reached out and turned on the lamp. i tried to calm myself and checked the time...it read 6:66...i rolled my eyes and was reminded again...im still in hell...and yes time doesnt exist in here.

i got up and headed towards the bathroom...i quickly freshened up and wore a simple black tee with grey sweatpants..GOD! im famished. i made my way towards the kitchen and found it unusually empty..where is everyone? by everyone i mean the weird ass people roaming..the hell castle seemed quiet and empty...thank god! atleast no creepy people to deal with! i fixed myself with some sandwich and decided to discover the house. 

after walking and desending down what seemed like hundreds of stairs i now stood in front of massive wooden door ornated and carved with mystical looking symbols..i nervously bit my lips...i know im not suppose to be here but i was hella curious...checking around to see nobody was watching me i pushed open the heavy swing door and went into a room with a tiled chessboard floor and abour fifty shelves fanning out from a central reception area. 

woah!  i stare with utter admiration at the sight before me..i was in some kind of vintage library..not the ones you see in earth..this one was abnormally huge and completely black marbleized..and thousands of rows of huge shelves filled with books...i walked towards the shelves and gently slided my hand on the spine of the books...without choosing i took out a book...Bound in red leather, cracked and dry with age, the thin volume smells faintly of pipe tobacco and dust. The pages within are brittle and what remains of the book’s original stitching is barely holding it together. the title read  dæmonia a biblia (devils bible). i picked another book from the shelf this one looked more fragile but its title got my attention THE CODEX GIGA..the front page of this book bore a drawn image of hideous two horned creature..without giving another glance i placed it back on the shelf. 

 as i walked through the rows and rows of huge shelves i found myself at the backside of the library and surprisingly this side was nothing like the basis of the room. Dust collected everywhere as far as the could see, spider webs wove loosely around books, dirtied shelves, and stands, Busted lamps hung fro weathers, braided wires that were embedded into to cracked ceiling. The ground was littered with dirt, glass, books, and torn paper. The crevices in the wall allowed small amounts light to filter inside along with thin ropes of ivy. Dust floated lazily in the air causing them a difficult time breathing, and every step put more of it in to the air. and at the right corner there was another wooden door that must have lead to some sort of chamber or something shrugging my shoulders i opened the door and climbed down the rocky narrow stairs

what is this place? as i reached the bottom of the stair...there in the middle of a small room..packed in a display box were wings...angel wings..as white as snow...not like any snow....heavens snow...they were luminous and vast. they were so humongous that the touched the ceiling...my body seemed to be paralyse by its beauty...i unintentionally went near them and pressed my face against the display box to get a closer look to them...do..do these wings belong to lucifer? i thought...just then i heard a loud thump and inhumane growling behind me..my body shock as i turned and screamed in terror..at the sight of the DEVIL...in its factual form....In my empty scream is the pain of the indifferent, of a monster who sold its soul for ease and instead found hell. It can wrap itself in beautiful skin or the rancid hide of the decaying creatures of the abyss, yet I see it regardless of disguise. and thats when i lose my consciousness again.

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Trapped. No way out. I search for something, anything, a crevice, a seal, but the walls are a shiny surface with no clues as to how I ever got in here in the first place. There is no door, there are no odours and the blackness is absolute, not a trace of light anywhere. My prison is a perfect cube, the corners just reachable if I extend my arms like a starfish. My breathing is steady, my mind still focused.

"LUCIFER!" I screamed. "GET ME OUT OF HERE!"

"you humans enjoy be curious dont you?  Humanity, it's been so thoroughly entertaining to watch you all suffer, make other's suffer, kill your fellow creatures in slow and painful ways, destroy your atmosphere, polluting everything while you ponder if your creator will show up and give you a new one... So, if you can get out of this, I guess your creator wins, if not... rot in hell. I'm bored already."

"please dont leave me here! im..im sorry!" but he was already gone.

Slow desolate tears ran from my unblinking eyes and dripped steadily into my shirt.  

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LUCIFER POV 

with all her strength she pulled away from me"THE ONLY ONE WHO I SHOULD BE DISGUSTED FROM RIGHT NOW IS YOU!" she sneered and exited the room.i stood there flabbergasted once again my emotions turn jagged and my insides tight.i waited my eyes wide.for more than a billions of decade something clicked in my heart.i could feel...thats unusual...how can someone words seem to mean so much! hesitantly i clicked my fingers and descended to earth.

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These difficult emotions, I see them as a river flowing by me. I sit here upon the grass and onward they go. In a few days the water is calm again and so am I. There is nothing to be done about them, just stay calm. what is going on?..i feel hurt..roseangel words seemed to pierce through my heart. i took a deep breath..get hold of yourself...im a f*****g devil for god sake! feeling is not an option for me..i nodded absently and stared inattentively at the view before me.

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"roseangel?" i searched the room..where is she? all of sudden i heard the library door shut..shit! i cursed and dashed my way towards the room.i saw her pressed her face to the display glass her face struck with admiration Burning rage hissed through my body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off me like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed like, engulfing my moralities and destroying the boundaries of loyalty.  

oblivion (n): the state of being unaware of what is happening around you