Delilah was taken aback, when the man that stared back at her looked like a normal human. So was Hell not inhabited by demons and other creatures? As if on cue, said mystery man replied.
"No no. This is a disguise darling. I do have somewhat of a heart. Although I'd be more than happy to show you my true form. It makes me look weak like this." He chuckled to himself, but Delilah was stuck in between fear and awe. Compared to most humans, this guy was ripped. He had muscles like no other, and a stance that could make you fall over just by looking at it. That was hardly a depiction of weak.
"I uh-" She paused to cough for a moment, glancing around like that was going to help her formulate a response. "I appreciate that?" It came out as a question, rather than a statement, and the buff guy who made The Rock look like a sissy just smirked.
"Really, that's all you've got to say? You're not the least bit curious as to why you're here?" Amusement colored his voice as he took a step forward to close the distance to just a couple of feet. Delilah made a move to step back, but immediately she felt water engulf her foot. That bastard knew she couldn't go anywhere else.
"Well, I guess I could ask why I'm here. Considering compared to most I'm quite the saint. So why am I here, and who in the actual hell are you?" She tried her best to be bitter, sarcastic and cold, but timidity still lurked behind the big bad words.
"I go by plenty of names darling. You can choose one, or make up your own. Some call me Abaddon, Belial, The Devil... Lucifer..."He drew out the last name as long as possible, cackling at the shock and terror that devoured Delilah's face. "I am the ruler of the underworld, Hades works to, just pick one and stick with it. Anyway, welcome to my humble abode, Delilah. I expect you'll find your living arrangements to your liking." The sarcasm simply dripped from his words as he crossed his arms over his chest. He made a movement with his head to signal for Delilah to follow him. Reluctantly she did, still wondering why she was here in the first place.
"You, my fair lady, are actually not the one I was looking for. Jack fucked up royally with this mission. For the "grim reaper" his rep is way over estimated." He hissed, his strides becoming longer and more demanding. Did that mean Delilah got to leave? Hope suddenly swelled within her chest. At the same time, Lucifer stopped and turned to face her.
"Put that disgusting hope away. Even if it was an accident, I can't let you leave. You've seen too much." He reached out, grabbing her face with his hands and pulling her face close to his. "No... instead you're going to serve a special purpose here. Although I have yet to decide how you are going to be used. You'll be staying in the servants quarters for now- just be lucky you didn't end up in the pile of shit the real Delilah was supposed to be in." He pushed her face back and released her from his grip. She rubbed her jaw gently, trying to soothe the dull ache that had now take up residence there.
The entire walk back to the quarters was silent after that. Delilah had the mind to realize that sometimes shutting up is the best option. Plus, her boldness tended to get her in trouble no matter the situation. In Hell... well the consequences may be a little more dire.
Lucifer led her down a damp, cobbled hallway. Doors were symmetrically lined up on each side, with nothing but a small barred window to peer into. Voices could be heard moaning and wailing, this sounded like a torture chamber not a servants quarters!
Fear gripped like a vice around her heart as the last door on the left was jerked open. Lucifer pushed her inside, following her and slamming the door shut with a click. Looking around, the room had two windows total. One that looked into the hallway, and the other than looked out onto whatever was outside. The window was too far up for Delilah to see out of. A simple hay bed was crudely put together in the corner, along with a pail that she assumed would be used as her bathroom. Delilah's stomach churned, and she leaned back against the wall for support.
"Well, I can see you enjoyed my homely welcome. I suggest you get some sleep. Someone will fetch you tomorrow and me, you and Jack will have a lovely conversation regarding your fate." He snickered before opening the door and retreating back to his castle. Delilah collapsed against the room and focused on breathing. This was all too surreal, and the vividness of this had her questioning if this was just a dream, or some sort of sick reality.
With that lovely though, her stomach turned and she rushed to the bucket to relieve the little contents that had been inside. Oh how she would have begged for a glass of water now. At least in human jail she would get some amenities, here she only had herself to get alone with.
Trying to harness the little energy she had left, Delilah crawled over to the bed. For as scratchy and uncomfortable as she thought it was going to be, she was pleasantly surprised she was able to find a spot to curl up on comfortably. Her body morphed into the fetus position, and within a few moments the darkness that had consumed her earlier stole her consciousness away again. At least in this sleep, she was hidden from both the real and the unreal realities.
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Delilah
Paranormal"And the sea gave up the dead which were in it; and death and hell delivered up the dead which were in them: and they were judged every man according to their works. And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death. And w...
