In love with Lucifer

Chapter 13: Deliver us to evil

A.N: Since it's chapter 13, I have to treat it with a special touch. I wrote this at 3 in the morning one of these nights and it felt right. I changed a lot of stuff and I hope you will take anything that relates to reality as a coincidence. This is a work of fiction, after all.

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Only a week passed after I returned to my abnormal life. I really didn't remember anything. I thought everything was nice and I had a normal high school year. I wasn't seeing anyone at the moment, didn't remember what happened to Zach. He actually moved out and wasn't attending my school anymore. Everything was peaceful and silent. I was going to school like usual. I remember I was affected by dad's accident and I went to my grandparents for an entire week of school. How come mom let me? That's really surprising. I don't care what happened until now. I've got a week without worries, no strange visits, no wild dreams, just a simple life of a beautiful girl that I am. And what can I say? I might just be a little narcissistic too.

When I came back I realized I wasn't actually gone. Life just took its course like nothing supernatural had happened. And maybe, in a faraway dream, nothing happened.

It was the sixth day of that beautiful week, Wednesday actually, I don't remember exactly the date, but it was May when everything changed again. I and the whole family were at a restaurant downtown; don't ask me why we were celebrating, because soon there was to be no motive for that. After we ate and we got up from our table, we were preparing to leave when the chandelier in the room... just fell on my... dad. From pink everything became red. Like a nightmare where somebody else had the control and just hit fast forward. I saw happiness and then fear, death, evil all at once. I was in shock. I can't even tell the story properly. I have to go over the details over and over again because I always forget something. One of the stars shaped glass from the chandelier cut my left wrist like on a ritual where you just needed some blood. But I was thinking: hey, look at the sacrificed victim! It's my dad!

 I screamed in horror at that moment. Everyone was looking at us, but especially at me. I'm not sure what I did to draw such attention. Maybe horns got out of my head. Mom was there petrified and I was acting like crazy. The star glass remained in my wrist and I laughed before I got it out. I found the depth of the cut very amusing. I felt like a mad clown trapping his victim, only this time, I was the victim. I was against myself. Every bone in my body made a rotting sound, like it was centuries old and I was walking like a living mummy. I went towards my dad. I saw in his eyes he was calling for me. Well, to be sincere, in his eye, because the left eye was filled with a big star glass in it. It was nice, it was pinkish and a little transparent, although red liquid flew over it making it a gross reddish color. The star that cut me was light blue. This is not the place to talk about colors, right? But I have told you, I was mad, like insane mad.

You know those bad horror movies where the girls scream "Who's there?" and they still go into the room? I was one of them now. Every event that happened flashed before me. I remembered about The Fallen, Zach, the torture I got from Terry Warrance, the falling from the carousel, the angel Oscar, whom I thought to be actually a dark angel, but let's skip that part. I don't think it was such a great distance between me and my monstrous half-alive dad, but I remembered everything.

"Sweetie, my daughter, I have to tell you the truth." Dad began. He had pretty much strength to talk from what I could see.

"Why won't you die like a normal person?" I spit before I could realize what I was saying.

"I am sorry. I don't know what you know, but there's a group of people... who want to kill you. And there's the devil, who wants you like he wanted hell when he first imagined it."