Silent Whispers

Chapter 18

The storm raged above us as we drove through the empty streets in the middle of the night. His name was on the tip of my tongue, but I held on and refrained from saying it until the time came. Statically speaking, I held on to it for as long as I could. But, two things happened within twenty minutes of me being in the car. One, the uncertainty of where they were taking me weighed heavily on me, and I began to panic. And two, the man sitting next to my right began touching me in places he had no right to touch. When I swatted his hand away and in a fit of rage he slapped me, I lost it. I uttered the only name I told myself I would never utter.

Lucifer.

The storm seized a new level of fury. Within seconds, the car came to a complete standstill in the middle of nowhere. The impact of the car coming to a complete halt had everyone in the front flying forward against the windshield.

"What the hell?" the driver complained, turning the key in the ignition multiple times to restart the car, but to no avail. A black shadow swept past my side of the car quicker than a single breath, and I swallowed nervously.

"The car is not starting," the passenger spoke. Then, as if I was the reason behind their car not working, they all turned their heads towards me and glared. I didn't even see it coming, but the next thing I knew, someone reached over to me and backhanded me so hard I saw stars behind my lids.

"Looks like we are walking. Gary, call Timothy to pull up. We're abandoning this car, but this girl is coming with us," the guy next to me spoke, flickering his finger against my cheek. Faster than I saw it coming, someone climbed out of the car, opened my side of the door and roughly pulled me out by the arm. We only got to a couple of steps before a large quantity of black mist started clouding around us.

"What the fuck? What is this?" The buff guy behind me yelled. I looked down at my feet, and stood eerily calm as everyone else around me began to panic. But, my calm demeanor soon began to fade as two cars approached faster than a jet behind us. They were quicker than I anticipated, almost as if we were the GPS, and they were right around the corner. And what astonished me the most was that it literally took an entire army just to get to me. I wanted to laugh at the irony, and I almost did until someone unexpectedly backhanded me so hard I fell to the ground.

"You must really enjoy hurting women," I scoffed, wiping the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. I remained on the floor because I knew that if I got up they'd hit me again. I looked behind the guy standing over me, and saw three others jogging towards us.

"What's going on here? Let's go. What are y'all waiting for?" A tall, skinny guy asked. He looked around, obviously oblivious of the nature of the situation right now. I almost laughed again.

"Clearly this bitch is doing something here with this weather. Look at the sky," my attacker said, pointing at the sky. We all looked up. The skinny guy laughed.

"How many drugs did you take, fucker? You scared of a little bitch right now?"

"Yeah. You're right. Let's go, bitch," the man said, grabbing my hair before roughly lifting me up by it. I squirmed under his touch, cursing under my breath as the pain on my scalp intensified.

"If you let go of me right now, then maybe you all can be saved. Trust me, you don't want to do this," I tried to reason, as they started pulling me towards another car again.

"Shut up. You talk too much," the skinny guy said, smacking my back. I grimaced. I had enough of these men.

"Lucifer!" I screamed. I don't know what prompted me to scream, but as soon as I screamed his name.. something drastic happened. It was as if he was waiting for me to say his name again.

"Shut up, you who—"

"Hey, look," someone from the back said. We all turned to look. My eyes widened, while the rest of the men surrounding me watched in agitation. They had no idea who was standing in front of us.

There, in the midst of black mist, stood a black shadow that had my heart racing erratically against my chest. He had an intense aura surrounding him that spelled evil, one which was felt all the way from where we were standing. It was gravitational. It was mind-boggling.

"Who the hell is that?" Someone said. I was too mesmerized to even look away from him. When no answer came from the other side, the men drew their guns out and directly aimed at him.

"Who the hell are you?" My attacker spoke, arrogantly. I held my breath, wondering what was going to happen next, but hoping for the best at the same time.

"Lord of the underworld. Father of the demons. Lucifer. Death. You can call me either one," he spoke, his voice echoing from all the way where he stood. A couple of men surrounding me understood the assignment by stepping back in horror. They knew he wasn't an ordinary human just from the way he kept his ground, spoke, and had an unexplainable aura around him. But the rest of the uneducated, unbothered men snickered at Lucifer, taunting him. I held my breath again as they cocked the gun, aiming directly at him.

"Funny you call yourself that. And here we thought we were the high ones. If you value your life then we suggest you get out of here. You're no use of us, Lucifer. Get out of our way." I looked at the tall man next to me in horror. He had muscles, the height, and an advantage out of anyone around me but he was no match for Lucifer. No one was.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, little one. I suggest you hand over Rose to me," he spoke, pushing his hands into this pockets. Calling the buff man next to me little really did it for him. Albeit, everyone around Lucifer were little. We truly were to match to him.

"You got three seconds to get out of my fucking way," my attacker threatened.

"Or what?" Lucifer taunted, taking his first step. The first step was deadly. It created havoc on the ground, creating cracks where he stepped. The men looked on, panic and horror rising in their eyes. Even the buff man next to me with a dangerous weapon aiming at Lucifer took a step back.

"Stop right there!"

"Hand Rose over me to me, Jason. I won't ask again." Lucifer continued his steps towards us, casually, and without a care in the world.

"Ho—how do you know my name? Who the hell are you?"

"Last warning." Lucifer's last warning had chills running down my spine. I didn't know what to expect. What does the devil do when he's mad? How does he look?

"Shoot him," someone from the back barked. The orders were crystal and clear to which everyone followed immediately. The guns went off, and bullets ricocheted past me towards the one man who was bulletproof himself. We all saw the bullets hit him crystal clear, but it did nothing to him. Smoke surrounded us from the bullets but it was as if there was a giant wall protecting him from getting hurt.

The devil could never die because he was never alive to begin with. He had no soul. I fell to the ground and covered my ears from the loud gunshots. There were so many bullets flying off, and at one point...I screamed.