Stars Down Under

When the Truth Comes

"The Underworld?" A chuckle escaped my lips as I uttered the ridiculous word.

"Yes." Her stare was chilling and my humor deflated like a balloon.

I tried to move my arms again. "Why am I restrained?"

"Lucifer has yet to..." Her gaze trailed off as if searching for the correct vocabulary. "Meet you."

"Lucifer?" A chuckle managing to escape me. "Wouldn't that make this Hell?"

"We prefer the term 'Underworld.'" A new voice bellowed.

The woman's eyes immediately fled to the ground and she took up a submissive pose.

The voice was brassy, and low enough to send a shiver down any girl's spine.

Our eyes met as he waltzed into view.

If labeling them was a nonfiction, I would have to say his eyes were a fuliginous hazel. A mix of every color, light brown struck me first, but flecks of green, blue and grey littered his irises.

I knew who he was.

By his posture, and bravado to how the woman's posture echoed with obeisance. The name of his was fabled and yet so real.

"Lucifer."

"Bryn." Nothing but the word 'dark' came to mind when hearing his voice. Not sinister, just... dark.

I closed my eyes, using the feelings of euphoria and nostalgia to strengthen my tone.

"Why am I here? Who is she? What's happening?" The curiosity outweighed the anger and his light chuckle lead me to the belief that my confusion was funny.

"This is my second in command, Genevieve. As to your other questions, you will have to figure those out yourself. I can, although, let you know that you are not dead." He recited in a slow, knowing tone.

"Well of course I'm not dead." I waved a hand over my nude body, making my point.

His eyes followed my hand, not in the greedy way a man looks at a woman, but as if he was assessing me. "You are no longer in your realm, Bryn."

His tone was seriously pissing me off. He was acting as if I was a buffeted infant, not a 19 year old female.

"I'm not gonna lose it, be straight with me." I demanded and could almost feel Genevieve's surprise at my tone.

Lucifer's eyes widened slightly but he waved a pale hand over his fair skin dismissively.

"You are in purgatory. The stage between life and death. Caused by a few things. One reason, and my assumption for this, you have quite a few people back home that are not ready for you to be gone."

I nodded slowly, trying to quickly process this information before he continued.

"You will be working here until your friends and family cope with the loss. Your work will help them to move on."

Groggy images people over populating a hospital room floated across my vision.

And then rage.

"Look at me." I breathed.

Lucifer's eyes found mine, and again, I used the nostalgic feelings to actualize confidence.

"How old do you think I am?"

Boredom flitted through his voice as he spoke to me. "You are 17."

"Do you think I've done enough living? Do you really think that I'm done? I'm not done!" My voice raised slightly with each syllable but a yell was never quite achieved.

"That is not up to me." His voice was bland, showing no emotion.

"Then whose it up to?" I demanded.

He pointed above me.

A hazy image appeared of a girl. A girl with dirty blond hair and the same eyes as.... Oh.

"You."

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