Love is the Devil *on hold*

Chapter 6

The smell of smoke and fire fill my nose. I spin around looking for the ever-present figure. Panic rises in my chest when I realize he's not here. "Lucifer?" I call out hoping he runs out of the fire filled forest to come save me. Or at the very least the demon-thing that makes me not as alone as right now. The fire rises around me as the voice calls out letting me know I broke the 'ancient laws'. The fire and smoke choke me as I fight through teary eyes to get to the cliff. The fear and sadness that accompanies the dream are back as I walk to the cliff face. Words hiss in my ears encouraging me in my actions. I clear them not needing to be told to do it. I reach the edge and... jump.

I sit up in bed, quickly and fall out of bed. I yell out and flail in an attempt to steady myself.

"Ouch," I say when I hit the floor. I stand up and glance out the window. Still dark out. I sigh and begin to get ready anyway, feeling like this is going to be the routine from now on.

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I come into the art class a few days later from my first early morning. The lack of sleep slowly catching up to me, I felt the bad mood creeping into me. The constant pain in my chest did nothing help. I go  to the back of the classroom to see the painting that I had been so proud of. Then abandoned it in the back of the classroom. A great hatred wells up inside me. Stupid Lucifer! I grab the painting and slam it down on an easel, earning odd looks from the rest of the class. I sneer at them before grabbing a bucket of black paint and prying it open. I lift the can to meet the top of the canvas and pour. Letting the paint smear the picture with Lucifer in it. A wicked grin begins to grow on my face and is quickly replaced with a frown when the canvas is whisked away.

"Hey!" I yell out, flipping the can back up so paint won't spill on the floor.

"We do not destroy art in this classroom, we only create!" Mr.Webb announces as he walks away with my painting. The one I want- no, need to destroy.

"I wasn't destroying! Simply adding."

"Go for a walk, Angela! I don't need your negative energy mucking up the creative juices in this room!" He calls back at me. I huff out, before turning on my heels to leave. I walk through the hall, heading to my locker wanting an early start to get my stuff for writing. I get to my locker and see Britney pressed against it, and Lucifer against her. Bile rises in my throat, and the pain in my chest practical triples in the dull ache I have had, I turn away and walk back down the hallway, deciding I don't need my notebook or pencils. I slowly make my way to the library, the only place that I can hide. I walk through the aisles, ducking out of the views of others. I finally make my way to the back and am greeted by Alexander standing there.

"I was hoping you would come up here. I need to talk to you."

"I, uh, um"

"No need to say anything. Just let me talk." He says in response to my stammering as he walks me into the wall. "I was so mad when Lucifer came back and stole my girl away. I felt like I couldn't do anything, but then... he showed interest in, you. And I thought, why feel useless and mad and awful when I could feel empowered? And make Lucifer feel like all that instead? So you, my darling will be the weapon I need to make Lucifer seeth with anger, and not be able to do anything about it. I will use you however and whenever I goddamn, please. And you can tell anyone you want because it will get back to Lucifer. And I want to see him suffer." He finishes with that. I shiver with his breath hot against my skin.

I shove against him hurridly once his words sink in. Tears begin to stream down my face once I realize what had been told to me. The promise of suffering.

"I see you are overwhelmed... I will give you a day. But then... you. are. mine." He walks away, and I slump to the floor crying.