The Godly Lover ( REPUBLISHED )

PROLOGUE

10 years earlier

Inferno, a burning inferno. Well, I guess that's the point of one. The increasing heat is made for the intent to agonize and torture. These lost souls protesting and begging for mercy, the familiar smell of failure wafts through the air getting caught under my nose. I scrunch my nose thinking to myself how I'll never get used to it.

The scorching rocks under my palms and arse give me goosebumps, it's going to be difficult leaving this place. I can say with total certainty I never thought this day would come. Of course, my parents fought, a great deal of the time that's all they did, but deep down I knew they loved each other. Guess I was only kidding myself.

I've always been one to fantasize about fairytale endings and happily ever afters, but the reality is that those only happen in movies and books. My mother and Father's divorce is a wake-up call, happily ever afters don't exist, well not for devils anyways.

"The great Lucifer Morningstar, getting married?! Not in a million years" my grandad would say, I remember my father told me that people thought the marriage wouldn't even last a week. My parents proved them wrong by staying together a staggering twenty-one years. In those years, they had three children, my older brothers, Loki and Mantos, and me. I was the youngest, Mantos was twenty, Loki was seventeen and I was fifteen.

My brothers and I were close, we did everything together, I was distraught when my mother said I'd be moving to earth with her, leaving behind the life I had known for fifteen long years, leaving behind the three most important men in my life. I dreaded the thought of not having my brothers and father there when I wake up or moving to an unknown world.

Dad told me a lot about earth, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious. I would venture up to the skylight, sit on the clouds and watch the humans, their daily lives interested me. It was forbidden to be near the kingdom of God, however, I had mastered sneaking up there, it was like my quiet place as not angels nor devils crossed through that area.

Even if I was curious about Earth, Hell was where I grew up and I would put up a fight before someone dragged me out of it.

"Firefly?" A familiar voice spoke, before turning around to meet it I wiped the tears off my face. I faced the voice and was greeted with Mantos' kind smile, he sat down and put his arm around me, I shuffled next to him, holding on tight not wanting to lose him. 

"It's not fair" I sobbed "She can't take me away from you guys" the salty liquid kept falling from my eyes. 

"Both mum and dad agree it's best if you go with mum, a girl needs her mother" we were both looking out on to the land, it was our spot where we would always go when our parents used to fight.

"Bullshit, I need you and Loki and dad, not just mum" I held him tighter wishing it was all a dream.

"When you're older you'll understand, Lizzie"

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Hell was always dark, an engulfing nightmare. We were used to it and found other ways of telling time. The moon would fade from crimson to white indicating morning, so it was hard to adjust to the morning sun on earth.

Mother and I had been on earth for a month now, the first-week Mantos and Loki would visit constantly, but then they started to come less. Week two was spent learning human customs and training to hide my wings and horns, they would only come out when I was extremely pissed.

I started school the next week, human secondary school was trivial, boring to say the least, I missed Torture Tuesdays and Fire Fight Fridays. I did manage to make friends quickly, I had no trouble in that department.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, nonetheless, all I felt was sadness. I missed my family and didn't forgive my mother for taking them away from me.

The alarm clock on my nightstand played an infuriating ringing and caused me to knock it off the stand in fury. The annoying sound continued and forced me to fully wake up.

For a few seconds, I was happy until my mind reminded me that I wasn't in hell anymore. Every morning was spent crying into my pillow and this one wasn't any different. After a while, I left the comfort of my bed and went to my bathroom to get ready for school.

I examined myself in the mirror, my auburn hair cascading down my shoulders complemented my hazel eyes and rosy cheeks. The aching bump near my nose told me I was expecting a pimple.

I took a cold shower, liking the way it stung when it hit my skin and washed my face hiding the fact I'd been crying.

Venturing down to the kitchen, I was met with a lunch bag on the table and my mother with her keys in one hand and her handbag in the other "Ready to leave, pumpkin?" She asked.

I cringed at the nickname and then responded "yeah".

We left the house moments later. That was our routine every morning.

-/-/-