"I'm not sure I'm ready for this meeting, if I'm being completely honest. I'm afraid that God will turn his back on me, when I need him the most." I quietly whisper this to Caleb, as we're walking down the hall to the judgment room. God called the meeting immediately to discuss this newest development. So, here we are in Heaven, for the second time in a week. This visit being on my eighteenth birthday no less.
"I'm sorry, Car. I got you. I'll do whatever I can to protect you. By the way, happy birthday. Sorry, it's been shitty so far." he gives me a sad smile. Poor Caleb, he doesn't deserve any of this. Maybe I should see if God would wipe his mind, and give him a less dangerous job. A normal girl, who isn't the devil's daughter. I sigh.
"Thanks." I say wistfully.
"Wished today could have went much differently. Not at all how I planned on showing you how we celebrate birthdays here on Earth." he nods towards the judgement room door. We walk in together, as a team.
"Thank you both for getting here this fast. Caleb has informed that there have been some things that have happened, that we need to discuss?" God is looking pointedly at me. I nod in confirmation.
"Yes, game changing things. Lucifer has made contact with me." I am trying to keep my voice strong. On the other side of God, the one and only, Michael, sits. I will not let him intimidate me, or get the best of me this time.
"How can that be possible? He is still bound to Hell, and hasn't breached any of the borders to get loose." God asks with a look of mild confusion. Guess this means he doesn't know I'm pregnant already. Alright, time to get this over with.
"God, I don't want to beat around the bush about that. So, I'm going to lay it all out. While I was asleep, Lucifer made contact with me. It was through a shared consciousness. It felt real, and he assured me it was as real as it could be." God is looking curiously at me with those emerald green eyes, that beckon images of wild flower fields and meadows. Michael is looking at me suspiciously, like I'm holding Lucifer up my arm sleeve. Technically, the intruder is part him, and is currently under my shirt, so he's not far off. Christ, this isn't going to end well.
"So, yeah, Lucifer was just being weird until he got into this long speech, about how I look like Essy, and that he's always wanted me. I found out that he would take control over, possess, my lovers that I've taken to bed, just to be with me sexually." I feel my cheeks heating up with humiliation, and embarrassment. I am telling God, and my grandfather, that my dad, the devil, has had sex with me multiple times without my permission. It's rape, but it isn't rape, because I was willingly fucking my lover. God, this is such a fucked up shit storm.
"Yeah, so, apparently Lucifer was having sex with me instead of my lovers. I didn't know. I didn't ever want this to happen." I'm crying now. I feel so violated, like my pussy needs to be stamped with the word incest. I hate my father so much. I see God looking very concerned right now, I'm not able to decipher why he's concerned. Michael looks thoroughly disgusted. Trust me, same here, pops.
"He figured out that I was taking the contraceptive brew, to keep myself from getting pregnant, and tampered with it. He switched it to a placebo one, that wouldn't work, three months ago. If he's to be believed, I'm about ten weeks pregnant. With Lucifer's child." I whisper this all out softly with tears still falling. My father has broken me, I'm not sure I can ever be out back together again.
"ABOMINATION!" Michael yells from where he's sitting across the table from Caleb and I. He's in a fit of rage.
"God, if you believe this lie of a story she's spinning, you are being absolutely foolish." Michael throws accusingly at God. I can't believe he is talking down to God. I'm in shock.
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Consequences of Sin
ParanormalThis is the story about Carmen Isabelle Divinity, daughter of the devil. That's right folks, Lucifer's own flesh and blood. Carmen has never been the one bow down, and give the devil what he wants, even if he was her father. A couple days before her...