"Fuck...I've had the longest night at work..."
I yawn, stretching as I get out of my car. I unlock my front door, struggling to keep my eyes open as I stumble clumsily through the dark to find the light switch. I finally find it and flip the lights on, the sudden brightness burning my eyes. I rub my hand across my eyes and look around.
"Mom? Dad?"
No answer.
"Nice. They're out getting stoned and drop dead drunk again."
I shake my head in irritation and turn my phones flashlight on. I turn the lights back off in the living room and run up the stairs to the one room on the top floor; my room. I walk into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My amber eyes are bloodshot and my long black and red hair is completely fucked up. My pale skin is even paler than normal, telling me how exhausted I really am. I yawn again, grabbing a makeup remover and taking my face off. Or at least that's what my best friend calls it when I take off all my makeup. When I'm done doing my bathroom rituals, I lay down. Exhaustion clouds my thoughts and I instantly fall asleep, thinking "Thank god it's Friday."
"MOM, NO!!!! PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME HERE, I COULD GET HURT!!!"
My mother pays no mind, driving away and leaving me at the edge of the highway. A man walks out of the bushes, followed by a group of people.
"It happened to you too...you're quite young, but that changes nothing. Come with us," he says.
"Why in hell should I trust you," I yell, wiping away my tears.
"Because I can lead you to safety. Here put these on," he orders.
I take the clothing he hands me, noticing I'm still only in my nightgown. The clothes are all black and made of tough material. I slip my nightgown off and slip the pants on. I swear, they're made of leather. They're completely form fitting, hugging every curve my legs have like they were made specifically for me. I slip the shirt on and the front of it looks like it's a bulletproof vest. It's made of plastic like material and it's longsleeved. They're surprisingly comfortable. The man hands me black fingerless gloves and black, knee high boots. And, finally, a sword.
"What is this," I ask quietly.
"Your new uniform. Come on kids, let's get moving."
We walk for what feels like hours. We're on what looks like a mountain. It's so gorgeous, with all rocks and brush on one side, then it gives way to a pine forest on the other side. I split apart from the group, walking silently through the beautiful pines until I come to a rocky outcrop. There's a cliff and a beautiful rock overhang over it. And there's a man. All I see is his back but he has beautiful black hair and pale skin. I walk up to him, slowly, cautiously.
"S-sir..?"
He turns around slowly. He has amazing, BEAUTIFUL blue eyes and his face is enough to give any girl an orgasm. He has sharp cheekbones and a sharp jawline. His eyes look like they can see straight into my soul. He's tall. Extremely tall. I have to crane my neck back to see his face, and I'm 5 foot 7.
"Regan! You're finally here! Goodness...your beauty is even purer than the prophecy sad it would be..," he says.
"Um...do I know you?"
"No but you know of me. Stories of me have been told all around. I'm even in the bible."
I look at him blankly, getting annoyed. He laughs, looking at me gently.
"My child, I am Satan. Lucifer Morningstar. And I have been waiting for you."
"Wait...WHAT?!"
I wake up, shooting up in bed. My breath comes fast and I'm covered in sweat, tears streaming down my face. Lucifer last name rings in my ears: Morningstar. That's my last name.... but more than anything, his last words disturb me.
"My child, I am satan. Lucifer Morningstar...."
"And I have been waiting for you."
