Devils Daughter

Chapter 1

“The Devil”

    In a room, dimly lit by black lights and the glare of a world news shown on a thousand 100' TV’s, the devil sits in his hot tub, playing Xbox 1. Smoke from a cigar in the nearby ashtray billows around him, reminiscent of the melting witch, as he reaches for another puff. His den, enormous by any account, holds not only his hot tub but a wide array of pin ball machines, a bowling alley, pool table and an infinity pool. The largest TV is paused, showing a scene from Grand Theft auto as he turns to yell at his guard.

    “Send my daughter to me immediately.” He yelled, in a tone that would rival any massive Lions roar. He wasn't polite to any of his guards, but nobody expects any less out of the Devil.  In a haste, his guard turns in a military style and rushes out of the room in search for the devils beloved daughter. When has a request, it is met immediately, and if not you are sent to the pits. The last main guard was sent because he had back talked the Devil, not a great idea, however it did cause the guards to recognize their place in this palace.

    In her room, she is found, hovering over her computer like any normal day, focusing on beauty tips and tricks that would, in her eyes, make her beautiful like the women in the magazines that clutter her room. She is a beautiful woman, tall and lean, with long curly blonde hair that reached her buttocks and eyes grayer than the Pacific before a storm, she was cursed though, being the Devil's daughter, her hands and feet were black as ink. The haunting sound of Nina Simone's “ No smoking in bed”  is playing quietly from a record player her mother had given to her when she was a small child, music was always something they shared, something only the two of them could genuinely understand and enjoy.

    “Your father requests your immediate presence in his den” the servant stuttered as he straightened out his uniform, nervous to be in the presence of such immaculate beauty and out of breathe from his sprint to her room. He was a nice fellow, short in stature and bald but with ice blue eyes with silver flecks that made Donna weak in her knees, he was  brought down to hell by his own ignorance, and inability to avoid bad situations. He and Donna had built a friendship, or the closest thing of the sort you can find in a place like hell. He had no idea her feelings for him, and that was good for the both of them, for if the Devil knew her feelings, he would surely be removed from the detail and placed into the pits. 

     She reluctantly shut off her computer, slid on her sandals, and headed back towards the den. She stopped before opening the door, wondering to herself what it was that her Dad had wanted. She grasped the door handle and slowly opened it. Once she entered the room the stench from the Cuban cigars caused her to cough “Dad, those things are going to kill you one day,” she said in a sarcastic voice. 

    “I am the Devil, with a daughter, come on now, the cigars are the last thing I'm worried about” He scoffed with a short laugh. “Donna, darling, Daddy needs your help, I need you to take a trip  up to earth for a bit, our population of white souls, especially men, from America is dwindling and I want you to fix that. We have quotas damn it, and something needs to be done. “

    “Dad, you sent Denzel up to New York, Mount Vernon to be exact, over 40 years ago and he has been sending thousands of souls back since then, what’s the sudden urgency to get more souls, I thought you said he was doing an excellent job.” She spoke in a timid but truthful tone.

    “ Oh , you are right my beautiful Donna, thousands of souls, and he has been greatly rewarded, but I want white souls, no scratch that, I need them and all he can send me is black souls and the occasional confused white females who think they should have been born in a black woman's body. I've got it figured out for the most part though, since Denzel's methods work so great, we will use those same tactics for your journey.”

    “ Dad, you do realize Denzel is a black man, why would you even waste the time sending another black person to earth, he has the population on lock, he's the best at what he does, and you can’t possibly change me into a white woman so its pointless” Donna said, realizing that telling her Dad he can't do something would be turned into a challenge. Nobody tells the Devil he can’t, not even his daughter.

    “ You’re not all black my angel, I'm going to send you up just as you are, as a black and white person, you do realize the people of the United States recently elected a president that is both black and white don't you?” He said compassionately as he knew that Donna has always had an insecurity issue with her physical features.

    “ Dad, its nowhere near the same, they will never accept me, have you gone blind, look at me” She demanded as the devil turned to view his distraught daughter, “ My hands and feet are black, and the rest of me is white, I look like I've been dipped in ink, or I have transplant feet and hands, or a messed up zebra, a freaking white horse with black hooves, damn it Dad, do I need to continue.” She stressed as she raised her hands at him.

    “ A strong, beautiful white horse, a majestic, great and powerful white horse” he said with a softness in his voice “ Just calm down my sweet, you are beautiful and will fit perfectly in New York city, thousands of people look like you down there, you will see, I promise.”

    “But DAD, this isn't going to work, it just isn't, you see me differently than anyone else, I am only pretty because I am your daughter, you can’t say that I'm ugly, it’s against all the rules of parenting that would be. Well... just messed up.”

    “You want to know what ugly Donna, your view on yourself is, the skewed view you see when you look in the mirror, your view is ugly, your attitude on yourself is ugly, and you know that the only thing uglier than that is Donna... Me, angry, if you don't do what you are told. You have always begged me to let you visit your brother up there, and here is your chance, don't let your insecurities ruin this for you, for us”

    From the first day her brother brought home a girl, Donna had been insecure about her features. The woman was beautifully dressed; she resembled a storybook princess, the ones that her Mom had told her about when she was little. Donna always aspired to look like those women but she couldn't get past her discolored, uneven skin coloring. She would stare at the woman's hands, smooth, milky, and soft. When she could she would sneak peek into her bothers room after he had his way with the woman, and she would stare , like a child into the heavens, at their feet. Perfectly matching their hands, their knees, their faces, unlike her feet. “ Put some socks on, nobody will be none the wiser baby,” Her mom would always say in attempt to reassure her of not only her beauty but her normalcy as well.

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