It was Easter Sunday, a ironic day to die a sinner. I do believe there is a God, I mean who else am I suppose to blame for everything that happens to me? I don't know if I'm attractive because my dating life is nonexistent but I think its because I don't like a lot of activities. "Hey, I'm Katy, I don't like junk food, I don't like to hike or swim or exercise, I don't have any pets and never will because I don't like animals either." Is what my Tinder profile says. Zero matches, what a surprise. I just want to be honest.
Easter Sunday I wasn't celebrating I was at Jorge's day drinking. Yes, I know its dangerous to drink alone, but I don't have any friends. I wasn't driving myself home so I'm fine. Its fine. I live a block away. I just have to cross the street and... HONK! I couldn't get out of the way. I didn't see it coming obviously because you can't see much of anything after you had 3 margaritas and some tequila shots.
The bus was going 60 in a 50 miles per hour zone. Which is more ironic because my body hit the 50mph sign. I was alive long enough to see the bus kept going without slowing down. Then my world spun and went dark.
I woke up sitting in a wooden chair my wrists tied to the armrests. My head felt like someone sawed through it. Well.. it felt like I got hit by a bus.
"Hello, Katy," a voice as smooth as buttercream said. A man moved from a dark corner of this room, which looked like a office, and stood in front of me. He was tall, at first he looked skinny but I looked again and noticed his muscles showed through his lazily button up shirt. Short black hair that was also around his mouth and his jaw as well. He was beautiful but what I noticed first was his yellow eyes. Lemonade eyes, they were giving me a sour look but were a beautiful shade of yellow. I've never seen anyone with yellow eyes before.
" who are you?" I breathed, barely able to speak because he quite literally took my breathe away.
He laughed, a mean laugh. It made me feel stupid. " Lucifer." He smirked " also called Satan, the devil."
"Oh, I died." I said unsurprised.
"Yep, you're all mine now." He gave a devilish grin. I shuddered, I knew he was going to make this a living..dead.. anyway a absolute hell for me.
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The goodness of evil
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