A beautiful monster

Chapter one

he was the devil, a beautiful monster with eyes like fire and lips like death, he had the voice of an angel but spoke to the demons as they called him, he would say the things they were too afraid to say. He was the son of Satan himself.  He was the Devil. The demon. The prince of hell. The devil's child. His father's worst nightmare come true, and yet here he was, walking into the church.

He could see the angels whispering about him when they thought he wasn't paying attention. Some whispered that he must have been sent by their father for punishment; others simply wondered what sort of man or monster was he.
"why is he here?" he heard one of them ask.
"I think this guy might be trouble..." she said.
He couldn't help but smirk at those words.
They didn't know how right they were.
The first thing Lucifer noticed when he entered the church was the smell of lavender that seemed to seep from the floorboards. It smelled disgusting and nauseatingly sweet, but strangely intoxicating. He felt like he was breathing in a cloud of smoke rather than oxygen. He walked through the halls with purpose, making sure everyone knew exactly who he was and where he was going.
As soon as he made it to the door he saw her.
She stood up, her dress flowing gracefully around her legs like liquid silver. Her dark hair framed her face perfectly; it was almost like she was glowing from within. The sight alone was enough to make his heart flutter uncontrollably, and for a moment he feared his heart wouldn't beat anymore. If it did, he knew he'd never survive, not even if she kissed him on the spot. She looked straight at him, and there was a slight look of shock upon her face that quickly faded into a smile. Her pale skin was illuminated beautifully, but it didn't take away from the beauty that radiated from her. She was everything he wanted but also everything he wished he'd never met.
When he realized his father was speaking to him, he snapped out of his daze and focused on his surroundings again. "Yes, Father?"
Lucifer cleared his throat, trying desperately to calm his beating heart. "You will follow the lead of your teacher, Ms. Harvelle. Do you understand?"
He nodded curtly.
"Very good, now go find your seat. We're starting class shortly."
Before he went to sit down, he looked back once more at the woman standing before him. He felt her gaze linger on him as well, and it only fueled the flames inside him further. It took all of his strength to not turn around, because if she saw him staring at her, then that would be the end of him.
But it was hard to keep his gaze averted when she was looking straight at him as though nothing else existed other than them. Even if he could control the urge to turn around, he still found it hard to tear his eyes away from her, and that only fueled the burning inferno within him.
For the rest of the class, he tried to fight off the feelings that were overwhelming him. He didn't want to succumb to these ridiculous emotions. He hated being weak. He hated showing weakness. And yet, he just couldn't seem to stop himself from glancing at the woman standing at the front of the room every few seconds.

At least he got a better view of her now.
By the time the bell rang, his entire body was trembling. Not in excitement to leave the classroom. No, Lucifer was terrified of seeing that woman again. Terrified of what he would do if he did manage to get near her again. He couldn't tell why it was bothering him so much, but he was certain she was the reason for it. He just had no idea how or why, but she had managed to ensnare him in her web. And he needed to get free before it dragged him down forever.