Lucifer's Bride

Chapter 1

Divine's Point of View

Art is a way to express our feelings and emotions. I like what are they chattering because it's sensical.

             I am in an art exhibit. Paintings to be exact. I'm not that good at drawings but the strokes of brushes and color blending satisfy me. These paintings are great but there is only one that caught my attention.

           His brown hair is blown by the wind and he is covering his face except his blue eyes. I took one step closer and I felt his emotions when I directly looked into his eyes.

           Teardrop flown in his right eye. But his eyes shows great hatred to wherever or whoever he is looking at.

           I felt it. I don't know how and why. But at the same time it brought sadness to me. My chest continuously increase its heaviness as I stare on his eyes.
I looked away because I can't take it anymore. I stopped myself to hold my tears.

       What is happening to me!? Why am I affected in that painting? Am I strongly attached with arts? I can't understand myself today. Ugh. I saw the the title at the bottom of the painting.

The Fallen Angel by Alexandre Cabanel

         I breathe slowly and closed my eyes to calm myself. After that, I looked around the room. Other people are also staring to other paintings, chatting about interesting things in a literate way. Most of these people are professionals.

          "Hey cuz!" my cousin shouted and that's makes him caught attention not only me but the other visitors too.

            "What are the things you made to make me wait aside from taking a rest room?" I replied as he walk toward my direction.

           "Nagtanong lang naman ako if I can buy some of their painting eh," he answered while scratching his nape. Cute.

         "Look what we have here,"  he continued and faced the painting.

          "What made him fallen?" he asked out of curiosity with wrinkled forehead.

           "Because of his pride, intelligence and greediness,"  I answered to him.

            "Who's that angel again?" my cousin said to himself.

           "His name is Lucifer. One of the archangel before," I answered his question again.

             "By the way, what painting did you bought?" I asked.

           "You'll see," he answered.

          "How did you know the story of lucifer anyway? Oh! I forgot, you came from a Catholic school," he answered his own question.

          "Even it is a part of the bible, they did not teach or discuss it to their students. I knew him when I read the book of Ezekiel. Then I researched him," I replied as a matter of fact.

         "You know what? I'm sleepy now. I want to rest. Let's go home," I requested. And walked away from the painting, heading to the door of this room.

           "You seems tired from your flight. How are you in London?" He asked. Walking beside me.

           "I'm not used to the climate here. It's hot, you know. And I left my bestfriends their," I answered his question with my sad tone. Actually, my appetite lost when I rode the airplane. How I hate travelling.

           I stayed in London for fifteen years and now I go back here in my Motherland. I still know how to speak tagalog but I'm not sanay pa. Errr. Maybe I should practice more from now on in my language skills in speaking Tagalog.

              "Kamusta na nga pala si Uncle Xavier?" I asked Joaquin.

             I'm currently with my cousin, Joaquin Medina. How ungentleman is he right? I just FETCHED him right here at the art exhibit. It should be him.

           "Katulad pa rin ng dati. Busy sa pagma-manage ng bussines natin," he answered as he opened the door for us.

          "Hey! What's your strand?" I asked. Me and Joaquin are on the same age. Turning 18 this year. Meaning, we're a Grade 12 student. My debut is near na pala. I just realised.
   
         "I'm a STEM student so we're not classmates," Aawww, another environment to survive but I know Joaquin will always help me.

            If he's a STEM student then I'm a HUMSS student.

            "Let me handle this," he declared as he put my baggage from my hand.

            Kaya pala. Pinagtitinginan din ako kanina ng crowd because of these luggage but hindi ganoon katagal.

           AHe placed my baggage at the compartment. I rode at the backseat of the car.

               "Hey! You should sit here beside me. Pinagmumukha mo kong handsome driver." pagmamaktol niya that makes me laugh.

                 "Just drive, okay?" pang-aasar ko pa.

              Joaquin tsked and started the engine. I felt the heaviness of my eyes so I close it and sleep.

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        The softness in my back is very comfy. Also the warmth that my skin absorb at the left side. I'm already awake but my eyes are still closed.

       Maybe I am in my bed now. And Joaquin carried me to my bedroom from his car. I remember that I slept there if I'm not mistaken.

          I faced my left side to feel more the warmth.

          I was about to open my eyes when someone touches my cheek. I think it's Joaquin. Sometimes I sleep beside him because of nightmares.

        Then I open my eyes and the horror crossed in my mind.

It's not Joaquin for heaven's sake!

           'AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!' I screamed. He's naked! So I cover my faced with my hand.

           HUHUHUHUHUHU. My innocent eyes. Its not virgin anymore.

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