Lucifer's Gift

Chapter 6 – The Adjustment

I laid there in the guest bedroom as I did the night before, trying to sleep but my head was still reeling from what happened earlier: I had stood my ground against Lucifer. I wanted the chance to make up my own mind and not be pressured into an eternal decision.

He agreed to two weeks. I was free to come and go for two weeks and then I had to make my decision.

I looked at my hand at the ring he had given me. Black gold with an inset red diamond in the middle.

‘This is to commemorate this event. This ring cannot be removed from your finger. At the end of two weeks, it will release, and you will be free to make your decision,’ he had said as he slid the ring on my middle finger. I felt a slight pinch into my skin as I watched the once white diamond slowly turn red. It was a blood promise ring. ‘If you ever need me while you are out, just call me and I will be there. No hesitations, no tricks.’ He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the ring. Other than the stinging pain of my finger, I felt special for a blip of a moment before I shook off the idea of anything positive coming of this. I had two weeks to try and find a way out of this.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, my room was covered in red. I sat straight up and focused my eyes.  I’m in hell! He really did tri-

Roses. There were roses all over the room. The aroma started to hit me as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Petals on the bed. Long-stemmed ones all around the curtains. This must be at least whole field of bushes worth!

‘Almost.’ I heard Lucifer say as he walked into the room with two cups of coffee.

‘How did you-‘

He pointed to his head and winked. ‘I can hear your thoughts, remember?’

‘Right.’ He handed me a cup of coffee and sat down on the bed beside me.

‘Did you sleep well?’ He took a huge gulp of his coffee and set it on the bedside table.

‘As well as I could knowing the devil was in the room just down the hall.’ I joked tracing the edge of my coffee cup with my fingertip.

‘You’re not a very good liar.’ He smiled a genuine smile for the first time at me. He has a beautiful smile.

‘Alright luv, time to get up and come with me.’ He took a few steps towards the door and then turned back around. ‘That’s not a request, that’s an order, dearest.’

After finishing my coffee in bed, I shuffled out into the living room where there was a group of people sitting on the couch talking to one another. ‘Ah there she is!’ Lucifer announced. Everyone turned in my direction and started to ooh and ahh over me as they walked in my direction.

They started to measure me: my arms, my legs, my head… anything that a tape measure would fit around.

‘What is this?’ I muttered out as someone started to smush my face in their hand.

‘Well, I can’t have you stay in my pajamas for two weeks and I’m sure you don’t want to go outside in them so I brought in my team to get you some clothes.’

‘But why are they measuring me?’ I strained to say as a tape measure was cinched around my neck.

‘To find your size.’ The hands on me were getting a little too frisky and I had to start pushing them away.

‘Hey. Hey! Enough!’ I freed myself from the group and approached my host. ‘Large for the tops, size 10 for pants and my bust…’ I looked him in the eye and in a low voice told him ‘38C’. He smirked at that last bit of information. Without even breaking eye contact he dismissed his assistants.

‘The lady has given us her measurements. Go and find her appropriate clothes’. I heard the pitter patter of their feet as they gathered up their things and headed into the elevator.

I let out a sigh and relaxed. He tilted my head up and a smile stretched across his face.

‘You are just so cute when you get angry.’ I pulled away from him, rolling my eyes.

‘I don’t deed your assistants measuring me. I don’t need your assistants at all.’ I walked into the kitchen and started to rummage in the fridge.