Dealings With The Devil

Chapter One: Bible Lesson

Sixteen Years Ago

"Daddy! Daddy, please?"

I bounced up and down on my twin sized bed, Mini Mouse all over the comforter. My father sat down, smiling fondly at me, his three year old girl. "Alright Princess. Calm down." I cheered, dripping down on the bed cross legged. "What story?" He asked. I giggled. "Da Fallwen Angel!"

My father nodded, folding his hands on his lap. "Once upon a time, there was an Angel named Lucifer." I nodded, already intrigued. "He was living in heaven, as God's favorite Angel. He always followed his commend, just as all the Angels." He showed me a photo of an Angel next to a glowing light. "This is Lucifer. Nice looking isn't he?" My father pointed to the Angel in the corner.

I nodded, the soft expression on the Angels face calming. "Well, Lucifer loves God. He was his king, and he was meant to. But Lucifer always felt like he wanted more. He wanted to help the human world more than he did." He shuffled the photos, and showed me a photo of an Angel deep in thought. "As the days dragged on, he felt this feeling more and more.

Soon, this 'helping' feeling turned into something worse. Desire maybe? No. That wasn't it. Yearning for goodness? Nope. Not that either. Perhaps, kindness? That's wasn't it either. It was...no. It couldn't be. Could it?" I cocked my head, blinking at Dad. "What is it?" I asked. My father looked away, as if ashamed. "Should I tell you? It's quite the deadly thing."

I nodded quickly. "Yes. Yes tell me!" He looked back at me, his mouth in a debating manner. "It was...jealousy. Jealousy of the Lord." I gasped. "Lucifer wanted what God had. He wanted the power. The control. He wanted to be the all-mighty King. He couldn't ignore this feeling anymore, he must do something about it."

I looked at the picture of Lucifer looking at Angels. "Lucifer used his manipulative ways to sway what Angels he could to rally against the Lord. He needed as much help as he could get." My father switched the photo once more, Lucifer challenging God. "So he did. He challenge him for the throne. They went into battle, good against evil. It was a raging battle full of hate and desperation.

But in the end, the Lord had won. He took Lucifer, his one favorite Angel, and banished him to Hell." I saw a photo of the Angel falling, along with many others. "About a third of the Angels he persuaded to fight with him was banished as well. They were no longer Angels, now Demons. And Lucifer, Lucifer was turned into Satan. He did get what he wanted though."

I looked at him, my eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "How? He was banished to da underworld." My father smiled slyly. "Lucifer wished to be a king. And he did. He became the King of Hell." I gasped, now understanding. "He never said da king of what!" I exclaimed. He nodded. "This is true. It is said, that Lucifer still sits on his throne, waiting for people to turn bad."

He pulled out a photo of a now demonic looking monster on a jagged black throne. "Waiting for when the people make the wrong choices, and then, he soon...will...kill them!" He jumped forward, grabbing me in a tickle attack. "Ahh!" I yelped, laughing. "Grr. I'm going to tickle you to death!" He laughed. I giggled even louder. "Help!"

A small chuckle came from the door, and we turned to see my mother. Her pale, thin lips were curled into a smile. "Rosalie. You should be in bed." My father spoke quietly, cradling the woman. She shook him off. "Oh please, Boyd. I just wanted to see my daughter and husband." She gave him a peck on the lips, the rag on her head swishing.

I jumped up, and ran to her, hugging her legs. "I wuve you Mommy." She patted my head, leaning down and kissing it. "I love you too my darling. Now, get in bed. It's time to sleep." I pulled her hand to bring her with me, and I jumped in. We said night prayers, and they both gave me a kiss on the head. They switched off the light as they left, and my eyelids got heavy. I went to sleep, thinking about what it would be like to meet the Fallen Angel, Lucifer.

Present Day

I sat at my desk, playing with the pen in my hand. My feet were propped up on the desk as I played with the pen. A photo of my mother, father, brother, and I was placed down. I had a two year older brother, his name was Joey. We hadn't talked in nearly a year. I still wanted to talk to him, and soon. Try to fix our relationship. Taking my coffee cup, I sipped the cool milk placed inside.

I may work as an FBI agent, but I still hated coffee.

A vanilla folder was dropped down onto my desk with a smack. I glanced up. A man with a slat and pepper beard, emerald eyes, slicked back, dark brown hair, and a lethal frown flared down at me. "Yes?" I asked. He pointed to the folder. "Case name Killings." I held back a laugh. "Yeah. And?" He rolled his eyes.

"It's the case about the mysterious string of murders happening." My feet came to the floor and slid the chair up to my desk, opening the folder. Photos of many dead bodies was in it. "It says here almost all of them died from unknown causes." The man nodded. The golden name tag showed Chief was carved in it.

"We've had many agents try to solve it. Every single one transferred to a new case." I rolled my eyes. "Death Note much?" I commented. I looked at more. Some where hit by cars. Some were stabbed to death. And then others were gutted alive. I shuttered. "Yeah seems like an interesting enough case."

I shut the folder, picking my mug back up. I took a sip, eyeing the chief. "You sure you can do this case Merrill?" I laughed. "There hasn't been a case put on my desk I couldn't solve." I gave a reassuring smile. "Good. Solve it. This is causing chaos in America." He walked off, heading to his office.

I opened it again, looking at the photos. I noticed that in one of them, there was a man in a grey golf hat walking the other way. Now why would a citizen walk past a dead guys body without a second thought? Biting my lip, I brought the picture closer to my face. "Let's see if I can get a face run on this."

Rolling back, I walked over to a small girl with brown hair in a pixie cut. I smiled at her. "Heyyy Lindell." The brunette looked up at me. "What do you need, Ash?" I slid the photo to her. "See that guy? I need a facial run on him." She picked it up, studying it. "Sure. It'll take about five minutes. Brb." She got up, walking into a dim lit room.

She came back out holding a bigger photo of a man's face. "Here you go. Lucas Gonzales." I looked at it. He had a black cut bread with dark, dark eyes. So dark you could almost not see the pupils in them. He had his black hair combed to the side, and looked more American than Spanish. "He's pretty hot to be honest."

I looked up at Lindell. "You just pick the baddest ones don't you?" She laughed, shaking her head. "Hey if you can't get him to talk, I'll gladly give it a go." I rolled my eyes, getting up. "Yeah by putting your boobs in his face." I went to my desk, grabbing my coat. "Hey if you got it, use it." I laughed, looking at her over my shoulder. "Think you can get him?" She called. I went into the elevator, pressing the L button.

"I always do."

The doors shut, and I was off to get another one.

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Hey. So I am not a expert on the Bible. I am very religious, but I haven't ever looked into Lucifer's falling. I only know the basics. I apologize if I told it wrong, but that was the story I was once told. Please tell me if there is anything you'd like me to adjust to it. Hope you liked it!