Heavenly Bodies (Lucifer FanFic) (Unfinished abandoned as of now)

CHAPTER 1 SUNSET

The sun was in the exact position where it becomes impossible to make out the features of anyone around you, you can only see the shapes. The light set in a way that filled the sky with such vibrancy of pigment that it could only be described as an irresistible sunset. It's rather silly, but I was always charmed by the way the sky could change color and how the sun brought out such breathtaking brilliancy. The pinks were soft caresses and the orange a volcanic eruption of the heavens. Fascinating how such things could be terrifying if not understood, yet I was drawn to them all the more. A bloody sunset. Like pink cotton candy and fresh orange juice. Like hell.

When I caught a glimpse of that sunset, I was moved to action. I grabbed my helmet and my periwinkle blue bike and raced towards it as fast as I could, as if I could catch it and when I did, it would wait for me and cease to descend into the night and bring the dark sky. Foolish, I know. As I raced towards the beach to see it's reflective glow off the waves, I was blinded by illusion. As I said, the sunset shrouded everyone in an air of mystery and in mystery everyone hid. I could see two lovers on an old bench in the park entwined. A masculine shadow had his right arm thrown on the back of the bench with a smaller feminine figure curled up beside him. She looked up for a moment, and if words were spoken I didn't hear them — she lifted her neck, he lowered his and they kissed. Captivated by the intimate moment, I wasn't paying attention. The instant their lips touched, I crossed the driveway leading to the pier and was struck by a car. Love catapulted me into my destruction.

This is always the moment I go back to. Why did he get out of the car? If he was evil in a flesh suit, there was no need to investigate the happenings of a worm and yet...And yet, I can find no answer for his action other than curiosity, but why would an angel be curious of an ant? The more I ask, the less it makes sense. The car was undoubtedly nice. A sleek silver with dark tinted windows and a smooth exhaust, but the car had nothing on him. The first I saw of him was a shoe — Italian leather. They looked black because of the shadows, but in better lighting I would find they were actually a dark burgundy—deep hues of red tinted with black. Those are the shoes that clicked five paces to where I was. The pants were crisp at perfect length to be neither too long to look sloppy or too short to look impoverished. My eyes were adjusting, the light of the sunset protected him, rendering him featureless. Twilight could not, however, cover his scent. His scent, it was like alcohol would be to a man only a few days sober. The fragrance coming off of him was intoxicating, and like liquor going down your throat, it almost burned but in a way that only made you desire more because the savory scent gave way to feeling. Bourbon on an empty stomach, you could feel it slide down and begin to fill you while remedying any hurts present in your mind. That was his cologne.

"Are you alright?" he asked, and my first thought was of course, British. As if he needed any more reason to be attractive besides his wealth and aroma. Inhaling the air around him alone was enough to flock people to his hive as bees swarm to honey, but the wealth and voice — the accent, it just seemed like ghoulish overkill. Even with my head spinning, I could comprehend and even appreciate the car that hit me was not occupied by your average Joe. Almost all of my senses were filled, but one. I had yet to see this man's face. I was but a invalid at his feet, unfit to even kiss the leather. After my first thought came the second, ow. I had hit my head, it was lucky I prepared for such situations by wearing a helmet. He had not been backing out at a cautious pace, though I suppose to him it wasn't injudicious. He was leaning over me now, a shadow of a man cloaked by the setting light.

The time that passed couldn't have been more than ten seconds, but those ten seconds stretched into eternity, a river flowing back into the ocean. I realize now, the path was set before I had a chance to question, to deny or escape.

"Yes." I croaked. Did the fall affect my voice as well?

"Here" he said, grabbing my arm. "Let me help you up." The touch was like spark and lightning crashing simultaneously, it was as if I was too close to a flame and felt the burn. "Thanks" I responded, eyeing my bike.