A Deal With the Devil

Chapter 54

"It seems as though our little half breed has tied the knot with the demon. What should you have us do father?"

Rage was the most persevering emotion among others; hate, disbelief, and disgust. I would have thought even a demon had much more of a higher standard for herself.

If only Lucifer had stayed out of it, if only that fucking mutt had just died like she should have from the beginning - none of this would be happening.

The funny thing about humanity, the fickle little beings, was that they loved believing in some higher power, needed it. Thus even going as far as to create their own ficitions. Humans are ignorant creatures, it's sickening to be trapped to such confines of humanity like a rapid dog. 

Oh how I wonder what it would be like for them to know the truth. 

Their bible never specified how long a day was. It could've been their definition of months or  billions of years.

Or, it could have been a single second.

Like dripping rain water onto a hot rock. It would simmer, then evaporate completely.

As the Earth's crust began to expand and erode, heat and pressure pushed the solid minerals up to the Earth's surface which formed colossal rock beds. 

Virtually impenetrable. But the thing about virtually; was that it wasn't a guaranteed. 

At least a foot of molten heat would have to be wading the surface of such shields to erode them. To seep deep into the marrow that seared hot and dry in such a skeleton.

Her skeleton, that mutt's skeleton.

There the power originates. So quick to feel, to be overcome by such an insignificant entity like human emotion. 

A power so ripe in its tortured state would have been so .... delicious. Her soul so enslaved, so obedient, so attentive to her masters wants and needs. A pity that her suffrage hasn't yet ended in death for it will be our utmost prized reward. 

"Father?"

An evil smile emerged from what should have angelic. 

"Well it appears as though we might have to prepare a visit to our ... displaced brethren. I believe it's been quite overdue."

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The dream was dark, images swirling in and out of focus. These people - beings- were talking about her, she could make out their words, their thoughts, their intentions. Was this ..... God? His angels? 

The dream went on but she couldn't quite make out the words, but the conversation was strained and tense. There was a strange hesitancy to their actions, like they were rehearsed and stilted.  Actions that didn't quite fit with how someone normally interact with the other. 

It was almost as if  they were waiting, waiting for what she wasn't sure. 

Partway through the conversation the shadows started swirling, spinning, spiraling - almost as if they were reaching out for her, they began to ripple. 

They started to melt like hot wax, until the images were crystal-clear revealing a vibrant green forest with only the moon as its lighting. 

Thick like molasses, the shadows acted with conscience, with intent, they draped and hung heavy on the two talking figures.  

But then - the shadows looked at her.

They were looking at her. The shadows and the people knew she was there, listening.