The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes

The Devil And Demons

                                                  »I think people

                                              Spend too much time

                                                Staring into screens

                                               And not enough time

                                                     Drinking wine,

                                                    Tongue kissing,

                                        And dancing under the moon.«

                                                     Rachel Wolchin

I felt every stroke of those wings in the tightening of his shoulders, every feather gliding on top of the wind, on top of freedom. Lucifer flew the way he played music; ever so enchanting, with just a piece of bitter melancholy on the tip of his tongue.

»Won't people notice us?« I asked as my heart forgot to beat again.

»No. People cannot see me in my demon form, remember?« Lucifer spoke into the wind.

»What about Layla?«

»Well, technically, Waneta is a demon form. They cannot see her either.«

People can't see demons. Demons that chase us, demons that hide in the darkness, lurk from the shadows, demons that reap our souls. I don't mind, I never wanted to know what darkness was hiding, anyway.

Lucifer finally descended into the pink, morning mist, through my bedroom window.

In my room, I felt safe. Away from all the madness, everyone. The sore bones now appeared only sightly painful, and bruises that painted right side of my body black and blue, disappeared into thin air.

I examined the untouched skin of my body with interest. The only thing that was left, was a long scratch on my upper arm. It stung more with every passing second.

»Did you heal me?« I pressed a cold hand on my wound to take the pain away.

»The heat in my body can heal superficial, non-threatening wounds on human flesh. Sit down.« He spoke softly and motioned towards my bed.

By lowering his body near mine Lucifer filled the atmosphere between us with familiar warmth, only this time it felt inviting, not threatening at all. He removed my cold hand and pressed his own on the wounded flesh. The heat burned me a bit, stung me even harder, but it soon went away. Sleepiness was taking over my body and mind, exhaustion weighing on my heavy eyelids, promising to turn off the light. But, before I fell to sleep, I needed to know something. I needed to ask.

»Why do you want my soul, Luc?«

Red eyes traveled up, until they faced mine. There was a hint of sorrow in those flames. »I never asked for your soul.«

»Why do you, or did you take it, than?« My voice sounded softer, fatigued.

»It is a contract not even I can break.«

I felt lightheaded, and suddenly fell backwards, in the tender embrace of my pillows. »So much for all-mighty.« I murmured half-asleep.

Lucifer sat next to me, tilting his head. »Trust me, you do not want another demon for this contract.«