Sunset on the Water

Standing on the shore of a pebbled beach, the sun setting beneath the western horizon. Its reflection on the crystal clear water makes it look like a fiery counterpart to its nighttime partner. Another day done, another chapter closed in the book of life.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said to her as he stared at the ocean. “Indeed.” She replied softly, leaning into his side to seek his warmth. “Are you cold, my love?” He inquired. She shook her head before smiling up at him. “I am not cold. I simply wish to be close to you is all.” She said. He let out a chuckle as he drew his beloved closer to him and returned his gaze to the sinking orb of light, painting the sky a mixture of reds, oranges, and purples.

As the last speck of daylight is consumed by night, he said to his soulmate, “It is getting late. We should be making the journey home.” The lady nodded in agreement, putting her hand on her husband’s arm. He led her toward a waiting carriage and helped her into it before boarding himself. The coachman then cracked his whip, signaling to the horses that it’s time to go.

The ride back to the estate was spent in a comfortable silence. The only sound is the squeaking of the carriage wheels and the horse’s trotting. When the vehicle stopped, the coachman announced that they have arrived at the estate. The man got out first and helped his wife down. She took his hand and carefully descended the steps so that she won’t trip on the skirts of her dress. Husband and wife then entered the estate as the coachman drove the carriage away.

Later, as the couple laid in bed, the lady let out a sigh. “What is it my dearest? Something on your mind?” Her husband asked with a hint of concern. The wife sighed again as she replied, “We only have a set amount of time on this earth. Who knows how many sunsets on the water we can enjoy before we have to ascend to the pearly gates?”

The man let out a sigh of his own, reaching out a hand to caress his wife’s cheek. “We will enjoy the sunsets for as long as we are alive. Even if we are gone from this earth, our children will carry out the tradition and so will their children.” He promised, placing a loving kiss upon his wife’s forehead. “Thank you, my love.” She said, her eyelids succumbing to the pull of sleep. “Anything for you, darling. Anything for you.” He whispered as he slowly followed his wife to dreamland.

Real

One kiss. One kiss was all it took. He poured his heart out to her, telling her that he’s not worth it. That she should find someone who could make her happy. She seemed to agree with him as she edged closer and placed her rose red lips on his. When they broke apart, his mind couldn’t comprehend that someone so pure could care for someone as dark as he is. He then turned on his heel and left her standing with a confused, sad look on her beautiful face.

“It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.” He repeated over and over like a mantra. He doesn’t deserve to be happy. Not after everything he has done. Fate would not be this kind to him and let him finally have something that he so desperately longed for. No. This is not meant to be. He thought miserably. I’m a monster. Monsters do not get to have a happy ending. His eyes stung as his vision began to blur. He raised his head to the ceiling, hoping to will his tears back before they start to fall.

Suddenly, the door to his apartment opened and there, standing just outside of it, was her. He stared at her, unable to say or do anything. She walked into the apartment, closing the door behind her, making her way over to him. Sitting down beside him, she looked at him with such emotion that he just wanted to feel her lips on his once again. He then pushed the urge down, sternly reminding himself that what they had is nothing but an illusion. It’s not real. He thought, unable to look into her alluring eyes.

She then took his hands in hers, softly telling him to turn around. He obeyed her command despite his brain telling him not to. No matter what happens, he would always be there for her. Is this what love feels like? He thought as he finally gazed into the eyes of his lovely partner. “I don’t know why you ran off after we kissed, but I want you to know that what I feel for you is real despite what you said. I have the choice to make my own decisions, and no deity has the power to do that for me. I can choose whomever I want, and I choose you.” As soon as the last word left her mouth, she leaned forward and kissed him again, putting all the love that she has into the kiss. Maybe this is real after all. He thought as he returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around the one person that mattered: the woman that he loves.

The Devil Doesn’t Share

Lucy Morningstar may have had various people from all walks of life gracing her bed night after night, but when it comes to a certain homicide detective for the Las Vegas Police Department, that’s where she draws the line.

“I don’t want you seeing other women.” The former Princess of Darkness said with her arms crossed. “Why not?” Detective Stanton asked. “You see other people all the time.” He reasoned. “Besides,” The detective added. “It’s not like we’re exclusive or anything. We’re just friends with benefits.” Lucy huffed in defiance at her detective’s words and said, “I don’t care. I don’t want you being with other women. The Devil doesn’t share unless it’s one of my infamous threesomes.” Detective Stanton rolled his eyes and went back to studying the case file on his desk, leaving the fallen angel to her own devices.

“You want to know why I don’t want you seeing other women?” Lucy spoke up after a moment’s silence. Detective Stanton inwardly sighed as he looked up from the case file. “You mean besides the fact that you’re the Devil and you don’t like to share?” The detective inquired, paraphrasing the Queen of Hell’s earlier words back at her in a somewhat annoyed tone. Ignoring the obvious barb, the Lady of Hell grinned like the Cheshire Cat. “Precisely,” She said. “Being with other women can get quite dull for you. Trust me, I’ve been there once or twice.” The former Lightbringer said matter-of-factly.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes again, Detective Stanton said exasperatedly, “Lucy, what is your point?” The Ruler of Hell suddenly looked sheepish, her Lucy-ness seemed non-existent. “I…” She began, trying to form the words. The detective looked at his partner/friend expectantly. “You…?” He inquired. “I don’t want you seeing other women because I want us to be exclusive!” Lucy blurted out in one breath. Confused, Detective Stanton asked Lucy to repeat what she just said.

“Cut the Devil some slack, Detective Stanton! Forming the words was hard enough! I don’t want to repeat them!” The detective then gave the Queen of Hell a pointed look, “If you don’t tell me, I will have to interrogate it out of you.” He said. Seeing that she can’t charm her way out of it, not that she hadn’t tried, mind you, the former Princess of Darkness took a deep breath. “I don’t want you seeing other women because I…” She began. Detective Stanton gestured with his hand for Lucy to continue. “I want us to be exclusive.” The Devil finished, bowing her head.

After letting Lucy’s confession sink in, the detective got up from his seat and made his way over to her. Taking her in his arms, he whispered in her ear, “So you want us to be exclusive?” Lucy nodded, burying herself deeper into her detective’s embrace. “Yes, yes I do.” The Lady of Hell said with conviction. “Okay, Lucy, I will stop seeing other women, but you have to do the same for your overnight guests.” The fallen angel lifted her head and smiled beautifully at him. “You have my word, Detective Stanton.”

To Hire A Villain

A series of knocks came from outside my office. I quickly organized my interview notes, making sure that everything is arranged in a neat pile. “Come in,” I called as I placed the neat pile of notes in front of me. The solid mahogany door creaked open, and a tall woman dressed in a dark gray pantsuit stepped inside.

She had the look of a supermodel, but with a hint of evil in her dark blue eyes. “Ms. Lanis,” She greeted with a curt nod. If I were anyone else, chills would be running down my spine at her stone cold tone, but I remained calm and collected as I shook her hand and gestured for her to take a seat so that we can begin the interview.

“Before we start,” I said. “I just wanted to inform you that this job requires a certain level of darkness, ruthlessness and you must not show mercy to anyone. Is this what you are looking for?” I finished, looking at the woman from the rims of my purple glasses. The woman paused for a brief moment, “Yes, this is what I am looking for.” She said with conviction. “Excellent,” I said, smiling widely. “Please tell me about yourself.”

The woman then sat ram rod straight as she cleared her throat. “I worked as the right-hand woman to a notorious villain for 6 years. I was responsible for taking care of problems that arise and to ensure that everyone feared my employer.” I hummed as I picked up a pen and scribbled down some notes. “Why do you think you are the best person for this position?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.

“Most little girls dream of becoming princesses and living happily ever after with their princes.” the woman said. “I, on the other hand, do not care for happy endings because it doesn’t exist. The only thing that matters is power. Once you have it, you can control anything. That is why I am the best candidate for this position.” Nodding in agreement, I asked, “What do you think is your biggest strength and weakness?”

“My strength is that I will do what it takes to get things done even if it means losing my own life.” The woman replied. “As for weaknesses, I do not have any. I believe that weaknesses are not something that a villain such as myself should have.” I then asked her a few more questions and wrapped up the interview. “There are a few more candidates to be interviewed today,” I said, shaking her hand once more. “You will hear from me in a few day’s time.” The woman thanked me and left the office, the sound of her high-heeled boots echoed through the room as the door creaked open and shut.

A Place in Hell

It is said that there is a special place in Hell for those who are truly evil. They would relive the moment when they cross over to the dark side over and over for eternity. Souls like theirs do not deserve to be redeemed. Their screams of agony will forever echo within the fiery realm.

“What is this travesty?!” Lucy exclaimed as she stared at her new phone. The fallen angel decided to trade in her old phone for a newer model because even the Devil needs to keep up with the times. “I’m trying to type in one word, but the phone keeps changing it to another word! If I ever find out the person who invented this, I will personally escort his soul to Hell!” The former Lightbringer vowed.

“Calm down, Lucy. It’s just Autocorrect.” Kalenia said as she brought her mistress a glass of chocolate milk to go with her apple strudel. The former Princess of Darkness looked up from her phone to her right-hand demoness with an astonished look on her face. “How is it that you know what it is?” Kalenia inwardly sighed before saying, “I’ve been using a smartphone longer than you, that’s how.” A smirk then made its way across the demoness’s face. “Plus, I had someone teach me how to use it.” Intrigued, the Queen of Hell asked, “Really? Do tell.” Smirk still in place, Kalenia leaned over and whispered her secret in Lucy’s ear.

“Kalenia, you minx you!” The Lady of Hell said excitedly, patting the demoness on the back. “I bet you showed him moves that would make me blush!” Lucy gushed. The blue butterfly demoness looked smug as she sauntered off toward the kitchen to make her own breakfast. Lucy then turned her attention back to her phone and asked, “Is there a way to turn this Autocorrect off?” Kalenia then thought for a moment. “I don’t know. The guy who showed me didn’t say how to turn it off. I believe that it’s more of a built-in thing rather than something that you can turn on and off.” The demoness replied with a shrug.

Heaving a frustrated sigh, the Ruler of Hell put her phone on the dining table, deciding to deal with it after breakfast. Besides, She thought. It’s not like Detective Stanton will be checking his phone every five minutes. With that thought in mind, the Devil picked up her fork and proceeded to eat her morning meal.