A Deal With the Devil

Chapter 18

Ravanna's POV

I don't understand how humans can sit through lectures such as this.

All this teacher did was drone on about the importance of the American civil war and the impact it had on the United States.

I have tortured almost everyone that participated, because in the end, they were all guilty of murder - even if some of them were fighting for the right reason.

I huffed in annoyance but then felt a light touch on thigh.

I place my hand over it and look to its owner.

Kassandra is there, looking at me with concerned eyes- eyes that have such a hold on me that I refuse to let them see my annoyance with this class.

I smile in return and bring her hand up to my lips, laying a kiss on her palm.

Her ears and - this time - cheeks, turn red as well. I could see hesitation in her eyes and despite her embarrassment, she takes my hand and brings it to her face and softly kisses my palm in return.

I'm breathless at the action.

She is startled when the instructor speaks and asks, "Ms. Levette, since you're so preoccupied with our new student, I assume you know the contents of our lesson today? Can you tell me, why did the civil war last so long?"

She looked sheepishly at the instructor but glanced at me and said, "The Civil War lasted from 1861-1865. ... One reason why the Civil War lasted four years was that the South had better military generals than the North had. Many of the military schools were in the South, and the generals tended to fight on the side that their home state had supported."

The instructor looked appalled but his expression quickly changed into a cold stare, "Save the PDA for outside the classroom next time, Ms. Levette."

I look to my love with amazement.

Her eyes meet mine but quickly looked away as her ears turned red.

Other students started whispering about her and I heard them laughing silently.

My love put her head down at this and all I wanted to do was take her away from this mess.

Humans are so cruel, so greedy, so selfish, so ignorant.

Especially her father, I haven't a clue how she is related to that man.

She is kind, caring, selfless and smart.

So unbelievably brilliant.

So beautiful.

As I stare at her, I feel a power greater than that of any demon and I smile at the familiarity of it. I turn to the classroom door to see Lucifer through the small of the window, calling to me.

What should he want?

I turn back towards Kassandra and sigh, I lean towards her and ask, "How am I to be ....dismissed?"

She looks scared for a moment but I comfort her before she can ask, "I just have to speak with someone, I will come back."

She scans my face then looks at the door only to have her eyes widen, they flit back to me and she say, "You need to raise your hand and when the teacher calls on you, you ask to be dismissed."

I look at her in confusion and say, "Society has come to such a peculiar standpoint." But I do as she says and raise my hand, waiting to be called upon - this whole process seems ridiculous and tedious.

I suppose the gesture is to be beneficial to the authority figure in the classroom, to provide a sense of 'power'.

I am finally dismissed and when I walk out of the room I look to see Lucifer disappearing down a hallway. I turn to make sure that no one is following and walk after him.

I finally find him but he wears a forlorn expression.

"What's happened?" I ask.

He lifts his head and raises his eyes to the ceiling, "I have come across something quite ..... interesting."

I stare at him in confusion and that is all it takes for him to step forward and grasp my head in his hands.

I cry out at the flood of images and information that flood my mind.

They come like an avalanche ready to raise hell, like stones pelting glass windows.

I see flashes of light, a glimpse of a beautiful woman - almost too perfect to be real - and a man that holds the most bashful look in the woman's company.

I see that very same woman save that man's life.

The look they held when gazing upon each other in the light of such events.

The images slow, allowing me to see the story they tell.

At these images I realize these people look almost .... familiar.

The characteristics that they hold are the very same of those I adore on Kassandra.

A smile so bright that it is almost blinding, dimples in both cheeks - framing her smile.

Colored eyes that hold no comparison but have the same depths of hope, of love, and of trust.

I see a tall and fit man whose ears turn red as the woman catches him staring upon her.

He, in particular, is familiar but I can't seem to place him.

They are lovers I realize.

I can see how much they care for each other as clear as day.

I see the woman run from her past.

I release a stuttered breath as I realize that the woman is an angel.

An angel who left heaven to save a human that was about to die.

An angel that fell in love with that human.

An angel that married against the rules of god and had a child.

A child that was so unbelievably blessed with beauty and happiness.

But the woman's past finally caught up to her.

She thought that if she kept running, kept hiding, that she and her family would be safe from whatever tortures heaven had to offer.

But heaven, knowing of her mortal daughter, chose only to curse the father with the loss of humanity.

They took the mother, leaving the father and child to a fate worse than that of a life without love.

The images started to flee my mind but the last one I was left with was the picture of a angel fighting a losing battle one with brilliant white wings, bloody and torn.

I was brought back to the present as Lucifer reclaimed his hands.

It had all made sense; how Kassandra still carries hope even in the darkest of situations, how she could still be alive even after losing so much blood, how she looked too beautiful to be of this world.

But Lucifers next words shook me to my core.

"She's a halfling, Ravanna and heaven is after her."