“Asanashia, you don’t have to do this!” Lucy yelled as she watched her friend destroy everything in her path. “Since when do I take orders from you?” The vampiress replied in a distorted tone. A powerful demon has taken over Asanashia and is using her to do its bidding. The former Lightbringer tried to reason with the possessed vampiress, but she is too far gone. Lucy then attempted to make a deal with the demon, to which the latter scoffed at and told the Queen of Hell that no deal is going to get them out of this.

With their combined powers, Asanashia sent energy ball after energy ball at anything that moved. The vampiress’s eyes flickered from dark purple to electric blue as she fought for control. “Get the fuck out of my body demon!” Asanashia gritted out when she took back some control. “I don’t think so, my dear. You are the perfect vessel in which to carry out my will. I have waited millennia for this moment, and you will not ruin it for me!” The demon seethed. “Lucy Morningstar will get what’s coming to her. She relinquished her right to rule over Hell, that means those who are strong enough gets to fight for the throne. I will emerge as the victor and the realm of Hell will belong to me!” The demon finished with a maniacal laugh.

“We have to do something, or else Asanashia will kill us all!” Detective Stanton exclaimed as he dodged another energy ball. The fallen angel didn’t reply as she gazed at the scene before her. All she ever wanted was free will. The chance to be her own person without having to follow her Father’s commands. He gave humans free will, why can’t she obtain the same? The former Princess of Darkness wants to fight the demon and save Earth from annihilation, but how? She has the power of Hell, yes, but if she were to use it, she might injure one of her closest friends.

You have to do it, Lucy, there’s no other way. The Devil’s mind said. Asanashia will be fine. She’s immortal as well, remember? Taking a breath to summon her courage, the Lady of Hell brought forth her Lightbringer powers as she took flight into the darkened skies of Sin City. Please let her be alright. Lucy thought as she created a lightning bolt filled with raw angelic power and hurled it at the vampiress.


Just Friends?

We’re just friends. Nothing more. I repeated over and over. Besides, he’s not interested in me in that way, so it’s best for everyone that we just remain friends. I mused as I sat in the passenger seat of my friend’s cobalt blue Chevrolet Camaro. We decided to catch up one weekend, and he offered to take me to an amusement park that he often goes to with his friends.

I informed my mother that I was going out with a boyfriend of mine and as usual, she jumped to conclusions. “Who is he? Do I know him?” She asked after I told her of my weekend plans. She’s not saying it outright, but I could tell from her tone of voice that she is imagining possible scenarios where I would get together romantically with my friend. “We’re just friends, Mom! It’s never going to be anything more than that!” I said exasperatedly. “Well, I just don’t want you to be alone for the rest of your natural life,” my mother replied. “You’re not getting any younger you know.” She finished with a pointed glance. Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.

Once we arrived at the park, I was in awe. Rides of all shapes and sizes greeted me as I followed my friend into the establishment. There were merry-go-rounds, bumper cars, and mini roller coasters which I will not go on even if you paid me. I know it’s irrational, but roller coasters are not my thing. We then came to the bumper cars and added to the long line that was forming.

When we finally arrived at the ticket booth, my friend paid for the tickets before I could fish out my wallet. I half wanted to tell him that this is not a date, but the words died in my throat before I could say anything. It could also be that he’s earning money and I’m not. I thought bitterly as we went into the bumper car track to pick out our cars. I chose a dark purple car with a tinge of midnight blue while he went with a crimson red car with some sort of lightning pattern on the sides.

An alarm then sounded, indicating that it was time to start driving. I bumped into his car first, sending it facing the other way at an awkward angle. He then slammed into mine when I attempted to swerve out of the way. “Oh, you are so going to pay for that!” I exclaimed as I turned the steering wheel and took off after him. I ended up rear-ending him just as the alarm sounded, ending the ride. As I made to get out of my car, he came up and stood beside it with his hand outstretched. Not thinking much of it, I put my hand in his while he pulled me up. A small, tingling sensation ran through my veins after he let go of my hand. 

I could feel a blush appearing on my cheeks, but I shook my head to calm myself. Don’t overthink it! I mentally chastised myself. You’re just friends, nothing more!  Keeping that thought in mind, I smiled politely at my friend as we moved on to the other attractions in the park because that’s all we are. Just friends. Right?

Princess of Lies

If there’s one thing Lucy Morningstar hates, it’s lying. White lies are okay as long as it’s within reason, but to outright lie is unforgivable. Yet there are exceptions to every rule. Even those of the Devil.

“Detective Stanton, I’ll be going away for a few days so you’ll have to find someone else to work with while I’m gone.” The former Princess of Darkness said as she entered the precinct. The detective sat at his desk typing away at something on the computer when Lucy’s words reached his ears. “What? What do you mean you’re going away? Where are you going?” The Queen of Hell didn’t reply right away. Instead, she looked everywhere but at her partner.

“Lucy, tell me where you are planning to go so I can run this past the Lieutenant.” Detective Stanton said, trying to keep the worry out of his voice. Breathing out a sigh, the Lady of Hell said, “I’m just going to visit my family for a few days, that’s all. I figured I haven’t seen them in a few millennia and thought I’d go say “hi.”” As soon as the words left the Devil’s lips, she inwardly cringed. She may be going to visit her family, but it’s not a social visit.  The fallen angel is going to make a deal with dear old Dad. She’ll return to Hell and be its ruler again, and the detective will be protected from harm. It’s a deal she doesn’t want to make, but it’s one she’s willing to make to spare her Nicolas’s life.

Detective Stanton slightly relaxed at Lucy’s response, though the worried feeling remains in the back of his mind. “Alright, Lucy. I’ll let the Lieutenant know about this after we solve the case.” The detective said as he grabbed a folder from his desk and stood up from his chair. The former Lightbringer smiled gratefully and followed her partner out of the bullpen, her heart sinking further and further with each step. For she knows that after today, she will never be able to see her beloved Nicolas ever again and the last thing she said to him was a lie.

Tempting the Devil

She took a sip of her apple martini as she lounged on the grey leather sectional in her luxurious Las Vegas penthouse. She is an alluring woman, tempting like a diamond in a video game. Then again, anything with a pulse would be drawn to her like moths to a burning flame. Why? Because she’s the Devil.

Taking another sip, the former Lightbringer sighed as her mind turned to more troubling thoughts. Amora came by a while ago, telling her that the Gates of Hell are unguarded and the damned souls require her attention. “I’m bloody retired, Amora! Retired! So if you want someone to guard the Gates, then you can do it yourself! Leave me out of it!” Lucy yelled. The Archangel tried to contain her building anger at her younger sister’s stubbornness to do as she was told. She was a handful back when she was the Lightbringer, and she’s still a handful now as the Devil.

“Lucy, you know as well as I do that if those souls and demons were to escape, there’s no telling what havoc they will wreak on Earth. You have to return to your rightful place as the Queen of Hell so that the balance can be restored.” The Lady of Hell scoffed and gave her sister an annoyed eye roll. “I think what you meant to say, Sister of mine is that Daddy Dearest wants me to go back to being his obedient daughter who does everything he says. Well, you can tell our old man to shove it!” Amora let out an exasperated breath when an idea popped into her head.

“What if I can get Father to allow you to treat ruling Hell as, like the humans put it, a part-time job?” At this, the former Princess of Darkness raised a curious eyebrow. “Ruling over Hell a part-time job? You must be really desperate Amora.” Lucy chastised. “Being in charge of a realm such as mine is not a part-time thing. It’s gruelling, 24/7, no rest of any kind type of thing. So as tantalizing as your offer is, Sister I’m afraid the answer is still a big, fat, no.” Lucy finished with a shrug of her shoulders.

Miffed, the Archangel glared at the Devil and was about to rip her sister a new one when the latter’s phone rang. Lucy fished the device from her pocket and smiled at the caller ID. “Hello, Detective Stanton! What can I do for you?” The fallen angel purred. Amora watched her sister talk to the detective, and a smirk made its way across her face. Maybe there’s another way to tempt the Devil.


Have you ever gotten the feeling where you feel a deep love for someone, but they either don’t acknowledge it or flat out reject it and stomp all over it like it means nothing to them? I have, and it’s the bloody shittiest feeling in the universe.

It was back in high school. You know, where people are trying to find themselves and establish some personal identity. I was walking down the hallway toward the library like I do every day and there he was. The guy that my teenage heart had been pining for ever since I first saw him. He was handsome, tall, and seeing him makes me swell with joy. I watched him make his way toward a group of people whom I assume are his friends. He greeted them and laughed at something one of them said.

I sighed as the scene unfolded before me. I wish that I could muster up the courage to tell him how I feel. That courage quickly disappeared for fear of being shot down in front of the entire school. I would never be able to look at anyone in the eyes ever again should that happen. My love-sick, hopelessly romantic mind, however, wouldn’t let me wallow in my misery. A fantasy formed in my mind’s eye where my prince would return my feelings, and I would be the happiest girl on the face of the Earth. He would then kiss me with all the love that he has and everything would be magical.

The feeling of sadness then returned with a vengeance as I realized that he would never look at me the way I look at him. To him, I’m just another face in the sea of students going about their day. He would never love someone like me. I thought as my fragile heart began to break. He deserves someone who complements him intellectually and can read him like an open book when he needs a shoulder to cry on. Besides, I mused, He would just laugh in my face or pretend that I don’t exist. Unrequited love sucks, but it’s something that I will have to live with.