Raised in Hell

ONE

SOME WHILE AGO

"So you're, Lucifer." I said in a slightly sarcastic tone. "Wow, so scary, are you gonna kill me?" I continued with a small smirk stretching across my face.

"Who are you?" Lucifer grunted out of his peeling mouth. His skin seemed so grotesque like a bear had half eaten all his skin, or maybe it was more like fire from within his body burning off his own flesh.

"Quinn. Seems like you got a pretty sorry looking vessel there." I replied looking him up and down as we circled each other.

"I know, it's not permanent. And you're not 'Quinn', you dumb ass. I know you." He said tilting his head to the side in a lying grin.

"Well that's a spoiler, why'd you ask?" I said with an added tone of anger and seriousness.

"Well, what's the fun in that, 'asking'." He said with quotation fingers and grumpy tone. "Don't lie to me. I mean you've gotta know.It's your own name." He replied with hints of laughter.

"Quinn, that's my name" I said with a now raging inner fire of anger and confusion. Kicks of being a demon I guess, anger issues.

"Oh my god." His eyebrows began to furrow and a look of seriousness spread over his disgusting face. "You really don't know your real name? Really?" His sudden look of seriousness quickly changed to suppressed laughter as he said his last sentence.

I stared at the musky wooden wall behind him, and bit my cheek. How could I never know my real name. I'd known 'Quinn' was simply at least a nickname my entire life, but had no one ever actually told me the truth? I suddenly realized I was looking at the cold worn ground. My mouth was slightly open, so I straitened it into an angry frown. Weakness. I was vulnerable. I can't show it though, he'd know. I looked back up, and stared straight at him.

"Really, your whole life?" His  eyebrows furrowed in unknown concern. Dammit I forgot about his mind reading crap.

"You know you really could ask before you do that." I spat back with a fair measure of insecurity.

"Sweet-heart, I am satan himself. I do what I please. And that's no way to treat the person who may be the only person left who knows your name."

Sudden realization spread in waves though my stiff body. My bottom lip quivered as I looked at the only person who could ever tell me my true name. My true meaning.

"Then what's my name?" I sharply muttered in an attempt to keep my anger under control.

"Well, there we go, but what's the magic word?" He replied leaning his burning head over to me with an open mouthed grin.

"Please." I whispered slash stuttered.

"What's that?" He said ,and cuffed his bleeding ear with one of his sharp blood encrusted hands.

"Pl.. Pl.." I said until suddenly I scrunched my lips together and glared at him.

"Well some one's a grumpy cat. I guess you really don't want to know your name. Oh well, no loss from me. I suppose I best go." He then turned away and walked a few feet. I clenched my fists together so hard my nuckles became white. I glared at him from across the room and then gave up.

"Please." I grunted under my breath. He stopped walking and simply stood. I swore I could feel a smile forming on his putrid face as he said his next word.

"Hmm? What did you say?" 

I took in a deep breath, looked down at the floor and back, and then glared straight at the back of his neck. "I said." I stopped for a moment and huffed before sharply shouting,"Please."

"Woopsie Daisy! What da you know. The new demons have some manners. But I suppose you're not really a 'demon', are you," He paused for a supposed emphasis as I stood in udder confusion. He then looked right at me and smirked. "Asterax?" 

It suddenly felt like a bowling ball had hit me in the chest. The sudden short relief only left me wanting to know more. 'Demon'. What did he mean. Not really a demon. The confusion on my face must have been enough for him to know my question without any mind reading. His eyes were suddenly wide, and his eyebrows raised. The surprise on his face held  just as much surprise as mine.

"Are you serious?" His arms went limp and his back arched as he comically opened his mouth wide with even more surprise. I merely raised my eyebrows and clenched my teeth, as I knew he was going to tell me something I'd been waiting my whole life to hear.

" They really never told you a thing, did they?" I shook my head as an answer and he continued. "Well I guess they knew I'd come back soon enough to tell you."

That plain simple sentence made me have the slightest bit of pride. But it was quickly replaced by fear. What was so important or bad that Lucifer himself had to tell me.

"Well I guess you didn't notice that you can't change vessels, have purple eyes instead of black. Umm, ooh here's a big one! Have wings!" He said said with flairs of expression. I only looked at him with an even more confused expression.

" Oh my god." At this point I'm pretty sure his jaw basically dropped to the floor. "I suppose ignorance is bliss. Really. But how did you not notice any of this, like at all?" He again spoke with his hands swishing in front of him like wind shield wipers as he said 'at all'.

I'd always thought that I was like the cross roads demons, different colored eyes and that I was just kind of a demonic late bloomer, to say the least. But I guess that wasn't really a 'thing'. And if it was I would have been a few thousand years late. However I knew one thing for sure. I did not have wings. I mean what demon does. 

"Oh yeah," He raised his index finger in remembrance. "You need an awakening." He said as though he had clearly just stated the solution. I simply stared at him with intense confusion and then he said. "Okay. So Nephilims awake with great pain. So Nephalems must awake with great pleasure or joy. Bliss! That's it!" He stared at me expectantly as though he'd just asked a grand question and then spoke out. " So in other words. What makes you happy?" After that he grinned and waited for an answer.

I thought. It seemed to be for years that I thought and then it came to me. I didn't even have to say it. I simply smirked and he knew. I saw an evil grin spread over his face that seemed much too familiar, and then just before we shifted to another place he said in a raspy evil tone. "Looks like you got plenty of my traits."

That last phrase lingered in my mind and scratched at my thoughts until suddenly I was thrown into a dark abyss of metal. The metallic room was brown and rusted. Silver chains hung from the walls still occupied by rotting white bones. In the center of the circular cell a large wooden table of various knives and tools sat. Blood coated each like a thick paint. The dreary echo of drips invaded my ears as I intensely stared at the other end of the room. Small moans escaped the chapped pale lips of the poor red stained human. An evil grin, that seemed much too like Lucifer's, spread over my glossy red lips.  I stared back at Lucifer at my side. He wavered a bloody pink hand motioning me to the table. I blinked slowly. My glowing purple eyes peaked from beneath my eye lids, shining in the dark. The room became brighter and illuminated with a purple aura. A crackle of sparks arose from my hands as I clenched them and walked forward.

At the table I reached for a sharp red angel blade and picked the lethal light weight weapon. It was time to go to work. But then before anything. Before the first cut. Before the first scream. The first tear. The yelp of fear. A singular white light enveloped me. It capsized me. I fell to the floor with a moan of unknown origin. I felt burning. Burning every where. A good burning. A sensational burning. It brought me to peace. My first memory of bliss. My one true, real memory. Everything ceased to exist before this moment. And then I ceased to exist, burned in the eternal flame. At least this version of me.