Devil's Advocate • ONC 2020

1♟ 2,000 Word Milestone

    I stood from my office chair and turned to look out of the large window showcasing the ocean in the not-so-far distance. I needed a beach vacation. I've been working nonstop since I went to the Bahamas a year and a half ago. That vacation was euphoric. It was an experience that I could never forget. I turned to leave my office, instead finding a pair of familiar warm brown eyes.

I froze as he spoke lowly, "Addi, my how your pockets have grown."

"It was a joint effort. You can't be here to collect already."

"No, I'm here to make another deal."

I laughed. "I don't have a second soul to barter with."

"No, you don't, but I do have a soul to barter back," he growled.

My mouth gaped open. The Devil, himself, is trying to sell back my soul? How rich is this, certainly richer than my future spawn.

"I need a favor." He reached out his hand.

"You can speak freely here," I stated plainly, folding my hands across my chest. I didn't want to be taken back to hell ever again. I'll get enough of hell in the afterlife.

"It's a matter that requires the utmost discretion." I sighed and took his hand. He nodded and started his request, "A demon is running around killing angels. I can't let this happen, tensions are high without murdering the good ones. My insiders seem to think that it might be my son committing these acts. Of course, I can't take speculation as a proper excuse to de-wing anyone. Especially my own heir."

"I don't understand where I can help," I said, my eyebrows sewn with confusion. It's not like I held any powers that would deem me worthy to accuse the devil's son of murder.

"My son has expensive... tastes," he cleared his throat before continuing, "He wouldn't expect an air-headed model to show up in his life to expose him. My son lives his life primarily in your realm. He runs a major company in LA and throws lots of trashy festivities in his home. I need a spy that he won't expect. Who better than the patricidal girl who sold her soul for a modeling contract?"

I looked around the bright red cave. Would I really want to spend an eternity down here? An eternity is a long time, but to burn for that long would feel like an eternity squared. I looked at Lucifer, his bright red gaze burning a hole in my chest as my heart sank to my stomach. There's always something shady about a deal with the devil.

I spoke up, "What's the secret clause?"

"Smart girl. The caveat is that if you fail, it could mean your death. I know the weight of what I'm asking. I understand that as a mortal your life will be in grave danger every second you spend beside my son. If you don't complete your task, odds are you will be dead and in hell. The secret clause is that if you don't do this, your eternity will start sooner than either of us expected. Do we have a deal?"

Did I really even have a choice? You can't say no to the devil. Especially when you could earn your soul back. Didn't I have to try? "Deal." We shook hands and I was back in the office of my extravagant beachside mansion in Long Beach.

"His next party is this evening. You'll need to relocate to Los Angeles, but if I've read your soul correctly, you have an apartment there."

"I do, give my assistant the address of the party on your way out and I'll be there this evening."

He nodded and made his exit. I finally felt like I could breathe. Lucifer was a terrifying man to look at.

"Heath!" I leaned over my desk, trying to calm my racing heart.

My assistant came shuffling in. "Yes Ms. Hepburn?"

"Get a car ready and pack up any business necessities, I'm going to be spending some time at my LA apartment. I don't know how long but prepare for at least a month." He nodded before exiting as fast as he had entered. I started my walk to my closet. I had to pack up personal necessities as well.

I can't believe the Devil himself just propositioned me. I sat back against the wall of my closet, I stared at my appearance in the mirror. My long brown hair was as straight as a pin, my brown eyes were insignificant but were rather warm, not as warm as Lucifer's brown eyes are in hell. Was I really the person for this job? Could I be an undercover agent for the ruler of all that is unholy? I guess it didn't matter now, because no matter what, I made a deal with his unholiness. I quickly packed some clothes and made my way downstairs. It was nearing three in the afternoon and if I wanted to make it to my apartment by six I would have to leave now.

"Miss Hepburn!" I stopped to turn to my assistant. "Everything is set up at the penthouse, I will be packing up any important business things and bringing them over late tonight."

"Thank you, Heath. I'll see you in LA." I settled into the backseat of my black Cadillac.

"Any stops or straight through?"

"Straight there. Thanks for being here on such short notice."

I had grown accustomed to the life that my deal with the devil had gained me. I was now a multi-million dollar model with more material wealth than I could've ever dreamed of when I was younger. Ten years was a long time in terms of going from nothing to a multi-millionaire. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The long drive, exacerbated by notorious LA traffic, would feel like years.

"Miss? It is seven," Gerard said from beside me, he was holding my door open for me.

"Sorry, long day." I smiled and took his hand before heading up in the elevator.

"Welcome home Miss Hepburn!" Celia, my personal chef and housekeeper for the apartment smiled wide.

"I've told you Celia, you can call me Lai like everyone else does." I laughed and gave her a big hug.

I used to live full time in the apartment before I bought my house in Long Beach. Celia has worked for me since my beginnings in the industry and was a mother to me. It meant so much to me that she could love and nurture me when my real mother refused to.

I let go of Celia and made my way upstairs, rushing to get ready for the party. The drive had taken longer than I'd expected and I now had an hour to get ready and leave for the party. I threw on a black mini dress with black and silver accessories to accompany it. It didn't scream I'm here for the Devil's son, but it did scream I'm something mysterious that you might want to get to know. I was in such a hurry to leave I almost trampled over my own feet and probably would've broken a heel if I hadn't caught myself and slowed down.

Gerard enjoyed his job driving for me. I very rarely needed him for anything other than trips to meetings and the occasional photoshoot. He's a lovely man in his 50s. He's always been kind to me.

"Ready?"

"Yes, thank you, Gerard."

I had to think of a game plan before I got to the party. The Devil gave me a description: he had brown hair like his but his eyes were green. I think I'll know the Devil's son when I see him. He surely inherited his dad's terrifying presence. Gerard pulled up the long driveway and dropped me off right at the front.

I walked in and immediately noticed the sheer amount of people. It was insane in here. It was more of a nightclub than a house that someone lived in. I made my way into the back part of the foyer to find a small stage with a stripper pole on it. A random girl was swinging from it. I looked around the room to see if I could spot someone that fit his description. No one that screamed Devil's spawn until I hit the bar to the left. A tall man, somewhat tan, brown hair that was short, much shorter than his father's. This had to be him. Now I just needed a reason for him to approach me. I turned my heated gaze back to the pole in the middle of the grand foyer.

I got up on the stage. I had taken a few classes of erotic dancing for a special Playboy photoshoot a few years ago and I exercised enough for it to not be too hard to do now. C'est la vie.