Elysium

Lucius 15

I couldn't sleep. I found myself waking up countless times during the night. It was about 2 am now, and I found myself staring at the ceiling, listening to Xiomara lightly breathing in her slumber. She looked so happy, as if it was where she belonged. I stared at her and watched as the moonlight sparkled in her snowy hair. So pure and angelic... I find myself remembering Heaven, my large white wings and all the beautiful angels.... Huh? Why do I remember this now? I shudder, It's not as if I missed such a life anyway.

I sigh and get out of bed, I was curious about that basement mirror. It was almost like I had forgotten that there were other mirrors. I chuckle, I guess I was so focused on figuring out who I was that I blanked out on the others. I stare back at Xiomara, I had only seen four mirrors in that secret room. I wonder if she even had one? Xio turns over in her sleep and snores softly. I smile and head out the door, I had to make sure she wouldn't follow me. I lock the bedroom door, and head towards the end of the corridor where Leo slept. Blue candlelight illuminated with each step I took, it was very eerie and strangely quiet... I finally made it to his room and I swiftly locked his door as well. It's none of their business anyway. Rubbing my eyes, I make my way down the stairs, my nightgown shining elegantly. To the kitchen now. I glare at the door that I was about to enter. The basement door. Shivering I place my hand on the doorknob, expecting Lucifer to ambush me from behind or something. Nothing, just a dark staircase leading down. I sigh in relief and begin to make my way down cautiously. I'm Satan for fuck's sake, why am I so afraid of the dark? I think these ridiculous thoughts to myself.

I realize that this wasn't the best time to be barefoot. The steps were ice cold and a bit wet actually. Ew, why Are they wet anyway? That's absolutely putrid! It was so dark, I could not make out what was making the steps so disgusting. Wrinkling my nose I decide that I have had enough of the darkness. An orb of fire surrounds me, lighting up the basement. I grin, being The Devil has its perks. The basement is strangely empty and bland, made completely of stone, it did not look like it belonged in this mansion. It was like my own personal hell that Lucifer built to torture me. Why can't I just let that go? I hated thinking about it.

The entire floor was flooded with water, it was almost a pool and the ceiling was leaking with the moisture. I wonder why this was happening. It was so unfitting and vile. In the middle of the empty basement a tall black stoned mirror waits, the name Lucius carved into the top. I step into the puddle of water and hear sizzling, the moisture was killing my hellfire. I roll my eyes as if this would stop me, I clap my hands twice and the water disperses away from me and the mirror, leaving a opening, it surrounded us. The atmosphere suddenly feels hollow and sad, giving me feeling that I won't like the tale. Lucius stares at me from the reflection of the mirror, this version was very alive, and his gray eyes were empty. He looked like he didn't have a soul, his dark hair messily sat on top of his head, watching me with curiosity. For a time, this was my partner. In the human world, he had been with me, Annalina Pruitt. I stare back at him and Lucius suddenly nods in understanding.

"I guess it's time then."

I step into the mirror and brace myself for what's to come.

You never came back after that night. You created a barrier so that Lucifer and Xiomara could not find you. You hid for centuries. Searching for a family, searching for something to live for. "God" whispered gently in my ear.

"You sure have a lot of free time huh?"

I scoff.

He ignores me and suddenly, It starts pouring rain heavily. I am wandering on a empty road, not a single car in sight. With forest landscape around me, I must have been in the north. Tonight, you wander aimlessly once again, expecting nothing to happen until you come across... Someone was laying in the middle of the road, it was a young boy. He was badly wounded, it appeared that he was stabbed or shot. He was bleeding profusely from his side. He was gasping in pain, and holding himself as the rain poured coldly on him. His blood stained the road red. Reficul approached him, after ruining her perfect kindness and slaughtering dozens of people earlier, she pitied the boy. She didn't want to be evil anymore, she wanted to help. A loud burst of thunder roars from the heavens as she kneels beside him.