Devil's Touch

•Special Place In Hell•

{°Edited°}
::Lucifer's POV::

"So happy for you to come and see me after a day in your new boring life," my best friend or whatever , Llorona, says from walking around the bar to me. I fix my suit jacket and sit down, smiling at her. She followed me through the gates of hell when I decided to leave. For some reason, even in hell, we've had a connection. Mortals here have say it's friendship. But she is a weird one...who the hell drowns their children? Maybe disown them and send them to spend an eternity is misery, but not drown them.
"Yes, I thought I would come by to see how you've been running the place and I could use a few drinks myself," I say. She crosses her arms and makes her way to the main entrance door, telling the two buff bouncers that they can start allowing people in. The first thing I did when I got to Earth was open this place, somewhere that was full of partying, alcohol, women, and sex; all my favorite things. I just got lucky with there being a penthouse at the third story, the second being a library.
You may be thinking, shouldn't you be causing major world destruction, stealing souls, making deals, killing people? No, that isn't my doing; if anything I prefer to stay to myself unless someone comes to me I'm more than happy to help. I don't kill, I've never taken life, I only punish those who deserve it.
The whole professor thing is just a hobby for me, something to do with my time when the club isn't open. Of course I could just fuck Llorona until opening, but the would get boring after too long. Quite honestly, I enjoy teaching, being able to use my knowledge in...religion is finally coming in useful.
The only problem is a certain student I have, Aceldama Starling. Since I first seen her walk in with her friend she caught my attention, which is strange cause usually it's me who catches others attention. The way she was dressed, it made me sick to my stomach. The way she talked, made me want to punch a wall. But the way she wasn't intimidated by me, now that intrigued me.
She's beautiful in the most innocent way. Her angelic nature radiates off her and you can see it from miles away how pure she is. I'm convinced she is just that; an angel. What else would be testing me so much? This is exactly something my father would do to make me realize Earth isn't the place for me and make return to my ruling.
"So, how's the new job working out for you?" Llorona asks as she walks back to her place behind the bar and starts pouring us drinks.
"Quite interesting actually. They believe I'm unfit to teach the class because of my lack of belief in my father, and this one girl... she's a strange little thing," I tell her, pressing my lips to the thin glass. We really have to get thicker cups. The alcohol has no effect on our bodies other than a small buzz, we can't get drunk off it like humans.
"What do you mean by strange?" She asks, leaning in on her elbows. Her breasts nearly pop out of the black leather corset she's wearing.
"I mean I think my father sent down an angel to toy with me." Her brows draw together in confusion. It doesn't make sense, but does at the same time. He wouldn't want to punish one of his angels by sending them to mess with me, but he would want me to see...light and clarity. That's all he ever wanted, but I was too rebellious to see that or care.
"Well poor her," she says sarcastically. "How bout you give her a good scare?" She suggests with a evil smirk and glint in her brown eyes. Usually there's nothing more I would want to do, but I want to investigate her; find out why she seems so different.
"I think I'll let her have some more sane hours before I turn her mad," I say, setting my now empty glass down and standing up. The music gets louder the closer I get to where everyone is dancing. I make another mental note to get the couches placed differently to reduce the walking hassle.
"Well look who it is, the man of the hour himself," a feminine voice says from the couch to the right of me. I smile down at her and her friend, extending my hand. She is quite pretty with clurly red hair and nice bone structure. She's in her early forties, older than I appear.
"Tis I, and who might you two be?" I ask, sitting down on the leather stool.
"I'm Zeena," the women with straight, blonde, soccer mom hair says. She looks more like she going to church rather than a night club.
"I'm Rose Starling," the red head says. Starling, Aceldama Starling.
"Do you by any chance know a Aceldama?" I ask. I don't understand why I'm mixing business with pleasure.
"Yeah, she's my daughter," she says with a prideful smile. I can only spot a small resemblance.
"I have her in my religion's class," I say. She chuckles at the coincidence. "Very good girl you have."
"Yeah, she really is," she says, batting her lashes at me. Her mother so far seems to be my best bet with getting information. "But no matter how much I love her, tonight is so I can forget about the fact I'm a worried mother." I grin, locking eyes with her.
"I can help with that," I tell her. Her cheeks flush pink.
"Is that so?"
"I'm a man of my word."
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::Aceldama's POV::