The Angel and the Demon

Year: 10,000 BC

“My Lord, your army is ready,” the first General said as he opened the tent flaps. As the Lord walked out to his army, he had to smile. He was about to become the most powerful Ruler that the world had ever seen. 

“Hold it there big guy,” a voice said behind the Lord in the tent. 

“who are you?” the Lord asked, drawing his broad sword as he spun around to glare at the intruder.

“Well, if you must know, I am Lucifer. Lord of Hell.” the intruder said spreading his hands wide, showing himself off. 

“The Lord of Hell?” the Lord repeated. He was confused. He always thought that the Lord of Hell was a demon with horns. Why was the Lord of Hell appearing before him in the form of a human man?

“I can hear what your saying, human,” the demon said with a smirk. 

“How?” Lord asked.

“Hello, Lord of Hell here?” the demon said. “Anyways, the reason I am here is to ask you a important question.”

“Yes?”

“What would you do if you were able to live forever? If you didn’t need to have food or water?” 

“I would probably rule the entire world instead of this little corner,”

“What would you say if I could give you the power to live forever?” 

“I would take you up on that offer.” the Lord said intrigued. All of the things he would do were racing through his head. The only that wasn’t was doubt towards this odd man in his tent. 

“Good. Now just stand still and let me do the rest,” the demon said with an evil smile on his face as he walked up to the Lord. 

Then the Lord’s world grew black. 

Fast-forward to year 2011

“Angel, hurry up!” Amy said as she powered walked to school. 

“Why? No matter how early I am, the teachers always give me crap,” I said as I continued to drag my feet. 

Let me introduce my self. I am Angel, a 18 year old senior at St.Mary’s High School. My best friend, Amy is my opposite. I am Goth while she is little Miss Sunshine. I wear dark colors like black and purple, while she wears yellow, pink, and other bright happy colors. I like the dark, she hates it. Don’t ask how we became friends. It just happened. Anyways, as you can probably guess, I am a trouble maker. A real rebel that my parents have tried to raise right but nothing as worked. After about the umpteenth time my parents tried to change me, they realized that I was never going to change, so they decided to support the way I live my life. 

           “So? I want to graduate with you. Just do this for me, please!” Amy whined,

           spinning around, dropping to her knees in front of me. I guess this is why she is president of the Drama Club. 

Instead of stopping, I just moved around her. She has done this since we were little and I never fell for it. 

“By the way, your kneeling in gum,” I said noticing that she was making her performance a little too long.  Then, I heard a loud shirk. She saw the gum. Laughing, I ran ahead of her, knowing that she would try and get back at me. 

“THAT IS NOT FUNNY ANGEL!” she yelled, chasing after me. 

As we neared the school, I could already see that students were there. Great, Amy had to get me hear early. She was popular, and I wasn’t. but still we are friends. But our friendship didn’t stop them from making fun of me.