Lucifer's Little Angel: The Story of Satans Daughter

Chapter 3- Purgatory.

"Alexiaaaaaaaa"

"ALEXIA!"

"WAKE UP!"

Snapping to attention, Alexia instantly grabbed her head. What happened? She wondered. The ground felt grainy, not like the plush grass that immaculately surrounded everyone's homes in Carmel. She outstretched her hand that wasn't holding onto her throbbing brain, and tried to pick a few blades like she did when she was a small child.

Sand.

"What fresh hell?" she mumbled aloud. She sat up slowly and tried to concentrate on gravity pulling her up, and not the pain shooting it's way down her back. Where was she again? Oh, right. The water tower.

Maybe Toby is already there! She panicked. Popping open her brown eyes, she examined her surroundings.

Sand.

Instantly, she panicked. Where was she? She was just at the water tower! All the playground equipment, sandboxes, trees, gone.

Nothing but ashen colored sand and a red sky.

Ever so slowly, the memories came back to her. She already was at the water tower. Matter of fact, she...was up on the water tower. How...was she here? Placing her face in her palm, she groaned. Another weird dream. How would she get home to her house for presents, she couldn't snap out of her dream. Her mom put so much work into the house--for nothing. She was stuck in her dream for a long time.

But what was weird was, usually, she couldn't feel anything in her dreams. It was like an out of body experience usually. But now she could feel everything, even smell everything...as if she were actually there! Removing her hand from her face, she smelt the familiar coppery smell of blood. Looking up on her palm, she noticed blood smeared all over it. Oh, great. Another nosebleed!? Even in her dreams?!

Standing up, with much noted pain, she tried to find an object that would wake her up out of her dream. Humming to herself, she felt like she was being followed. Every few seconds, she would turn around in hopes no one was there. Luckily, there wasn't.

After an hour of fruitless searching, she fell to her knees in peril, "how do I wake up?!"

"Alexia?" a near voice questioned.

Whipping around, she came face to face with a boy. No older than 23, he had short blonde hair and blue eyes.

"er, yeah? That's me."

He looked her up and down in a questionable manner, "come with me. This way." He was dressed in all black. He kept his hands clasped behind his back, and walked swiftly. What was he doing? Where was he going.

"Excuse me, where are we going?"

She could hear him grinning to himself, "for a trip. I hope you like warm climates."

She rolled her eyes, "well, yeah, who doesn't?" she threw up her hands.

Looking back at the man, he had stopped and was now standing in a huge sand circle.

"woah." she muttered.

"Alexia Virgo. Age, 18..."

"uh, yes?" she was utterly confused.

"Date of birth, March 25th, 1995..."

she watched in awe as he continued on, as if instructed to say these things.

"Date of death: March 25th, 2013. C.O.D.: Fatality on impact." his eyes popped open and he smiled a little.

"wow, this dream is insane. I've never really died in one before." she chortled.

His face twisted into confusion, then Alexia saw realization fly across his face. She hated this dream. It felt so...real.

"Alexia, let me put this in the simplest of ways. Do you know how people believe that if you dream you are falling and wake up before you hit the ground, you will die?"

She just meekly nodded, her stomach rumbled.

"Well, this is like that, except you really did fall. And you really are...dead."

"You're insane! WHY CAN'T I WAKE UP?!" Alexia bursted, feeling tired of everything. The gift, Nikki, her school, how weird she was. Why wouldn't she just. Wake. Up?!

She paced back and forth, begging and willing herself to open her eyes and be staring into Toby's gorgeous face. But no.

"Alexia! YOU'RE DEAD!" He shouted, no longer feeling as if he should be polite, "YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD SINCE YOU WERE A BABY! You- you aren't HUMAN!" he stuttered.

"what?" she whispered, tilting her head as if she heard him wrong.

"N-nothing. I shouldn't have said anything. That's not my doing to tell you. It's his."

"who's?"

"well, your father, of course."

"My father?! My father is back in reality with my mother, waiting for me to make it home, you psycho!"

"Alexia, just," he sighed, "look. Please." with a poof of black smoke, appeared a plain mirror, surrounded in black. Alexia stared into it. How could she look away?

Her hair was a mess. Her eyeliner smudged. But how could that be her? That wasn't the worst of it. Her mouth was dripping blood, one eye was missing, despite being able to see perfectly out of the two. Her head was split...open. Her body was covered in bruises, clothing ripped, bones broken.

And it was all real.

Alexia screamed the hardest she had ever screamed. Her reflection screamed back. She collapsed to the ground and passed out.

Please. PLEASE. Take me home...