Stellar Lucifer

Chapter 3: It Feels Good to be Bad

~Lucas~  

Everything else felt like a lucid nightmare. Like someone else was controlling my body, as I bathed myself in utter satisfaction.

I had to agree. Seeing them cower in fear in front of me like that... Was priceless.

I never felt so good before, as I sat back and relaxed, leaning and relying on the one who always, always protected me from the bad guys. I knew it was so wrong, yet I can't help myself but feel happiness for their deaths. Is this so wrong? To feel all giddy and excited whilst disgust and guilt settled in like a horrible indigestion inside the pits of your stomach?

"Is everyone dead?" I asked, my smile still visible inside this dark space that 'he' called home.

"Yeah, I killed them all." My counterpart smirked, victory and pride plastered all over his face. "Did that make you happy?"

He handed me a glass filled with wine. Blood red wine.

My stomach began to turn, and I questioned my own sanity. Why did I even feel amused? Why was I happy? Because Lucifer managed to kill them, just as I had wished unconsciously?

I shuddered. The man I'm talking to isn't human. And I'm not sounding like a proper human being either.