For The Eternals

I had a weakness to an adorable little girl

Lucifer pov

The night was chill. I loved feeling the night chill on the roof. There’s nothing covering or turning the flow of the wind on the part of the roof above my room.

I spent almost all of the night here, just with my guitar. I got this babe from one of my friends, human friends.

I was involved in a war between werewolves and rogues back then. Liked usual, we won the battle. We were welcomed by the pack after that to celebrate our victory. One of the fighter who join the war was a human. His name was Harry. He had a werewolf mate, Sonia. They were a lovely couple in spite of the difference they had.

Harry was a wood carver, and he had done some marvelous jobs. I saw some of his works in the village, the carved wood in the gates, the statues in some places, even his house was full with wood carving jobs. And all of them were amazing. The technique, the materials he chose, the intricate designs, everything.

One night before we back from the battle, I sat with him. The battle was just taking a rest but we knew there’s no rest in a battle. There’s always something brewing in the chilling of the night. The plan of the war always carved in our minds.

I sat under one of the tree in the woods near our camp. I used a knife to carve a piece of wood. A hard wood I got around the camp. A guitar was the shape that came to my mind.

I slowly glided the knife to shape the body of a guitar. I love guitar. Sadly the last guitar I had was burned when there’s an attack of rogues in my neighborhood. It’s been a long time. I didn’t have a chance to have it again because I was so busy with the raging wars.

That’s when Harry came to me. I didn’t know him. I even hadn’t seen him before. He just looked at me carving the wood and didn’t say a word. The wood was really hard to be carved. Sometimes the knife was slipped and hurt my hand.

That’s the time I was grateful I’m a vampire. We healed from almost every hurt and wound and it took just a little bit of time, depending on how deep and big of the wounds.

That human next to me had a cringe face. Looked like he didn’t like the wounds I got from my activity.

He looked at me, “I’m a wood carver. Can I?“

He asked for the piece of wood in my hand. I gave it to him while waiting for the wound in my left palm healed.

“This is oak wood from oak tree. This wood is included in one of the type of hardwoods.”

He slowly started to carve the wood.

“The hardwood type is basically trees that have broad leaves, such as maple, oak, mahogany, walnut, hickory, alder, beech, and many more base on where we find in the different climate zone.“

And slowly as his hands moved and he continued his speech, the wood started to have concrete shape.

“Usually people use hardwoods for building or furniture. They are long-lasting and have good fire resistance, but of course more expensive since the trees grow more slowly.“

Then he ended his explanation by holding a small wood carving in his hands in the shape of classic guitar. Then he gave it to me.

“I love wood carving. You should come to my house to see some of my work. I even will make you a real guitar if you want to come.“

I held the small guitar in my hands. It’s a really beautiful carving. It’s details was marvelous. The carving was smooth and no wood chip could hurt the hand. In very little time he could do the job like this, I definitely would come to his work place, and his offer to make me a guitar would surely I appreciate.