Lucy’s First Love

They say that the Devil is not capable of love. That she is the epitome of all that is evil and corrupt. Well, those people are wrong. The Devil is capable of love. Just ask Adam.

It was back in the good old days where everything is sunshine and rainbows. Lucy, or Samantha as she was known, was God’s Lightbringer and Right Hand. She is responsible for lighting the stars and trained with her brothers and sisters to become a skilled warrior. Yet as much as she relished in the normalcies of routine, she craves excitement and the freedom to do whatever she wanted. When she heard that her Father had created the first humans, she had to go see for herself.

One day, after she trained with Amara, she snuck into the Garden and hid behind the trunk of the apple tree that Dad had planted. Samantha poked her head out from behind the tree, observing the two humans that walked about in the luscious paradise. Adam was telling his wife Eve something and she smiled up at him, seemingly agreeing with whatever he had said. Samantha watched the couple for a moment longer until a voice almost made her jump out of her skin.

“Samantha, what are you doing in the Garden?” Ramael asked, raising a perfectly formed eyebrow at his younger sister. The Lightbringer smiled sheepishly at her brother and said, “Well I heard that Dad had created these humans and I just wanted to see what they were like is all.” The dark-skinned angel didn’t seem to believe what his sister is telling him but decided to anyway lest they cause a scene. “Okay, now that your curiosity has been satisfied, Father would like to speak with you.” Samantha nodded and Ramael took off toward the west side of the Silver City.

Later that night, Samantha snuck back into the Garden, this time heading for the large lake. The angel flew up and did a loop in mid-air before diving headfirst into the water. She then emerged from the depths like a mermaid coming to the surface, not knowing that she was being watched. A gasp alerted her, causing her to turn her head toward the source. There, standing at the edge of the lake is Adam. Samantha had never seen such a fine specimen and she felt a strong pull that gravitated her to him. The angel swam toward shore and got out of the water, not caring that she is soaking wet. Adam stared at her perfect figure, his arousal clearly evident.

Samantha noticed his reaction to her and smirked. “Do you like what you see?” She asked, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. Adam could do nothing but nod as the Lightbringer peeled off her wet robe and made her way to him. She then put her lips on his and the two made passionate love underneath the stars that she created. As they laid in the afterglow, Samantha breathed out: “I think that I am in love with you.”


Twister Troubles

She could feel it, the dark clouds gathering and the wind beginning to pick up speed. She had never seen one up close, but she will soon have the chance. Warnings have been issued and everyone had scrambled to take whatever they could before heading to safety. She could do the same thing if she weren’t trapped inside a magical prison that prevented her from using her powers. Her stomach growled loudly as it protested its hunger. She hasn’t eaten in days and to be perfectly honest, she’s feeling quite hangry.

Suddenly, the door to the room where her prison is situated opened, revealing a tall, handsome and well-dressed man. He reminded her of a certain Son of Krypton. He had the same hair and almost the same chiselled facial features, but he didn’t have the signature glasses that he uses for his human alter ego. He walked up to her cage and said, “A tornado is about to form, and as much as I want to keep you here to fend for yourself, I can’t because I have big plans for you.” She narrowed her eyes at him and said through gritted teeth, “I am nobody‚Äôs lab rat!” The man chuckled, brushing off her retort like it was nothing.

“Oh, I didn’t know that you were so funny!” He exclaimed as he laughed out loud. “Maybe you can tell me some jokes after we get out of here!” She didn’t respond, instead, she gave him her best glare, not willing to take the bait. He let out a breathy laugh at her reaction and said, “We’re leaving in an hour. I’ll have someone come and prepare you for the trip.” His demeanour then shifted into a more serious one as he said menacingly, “If you dare try to escape, I can personally guarantee that I will make you pay dearly.” Her death glare still in place, she watched him leave the room as the wooden walls began to tremble from the force of the wind.

Moments later, a couple of men came in and one went to disable the barrier that contained her while the other took out a pair of special handcuffs. She could feel her powers surging through her as the barrier disappeared. Her eyes glowed a bright blue as she took this chance to make her getaway. Using her powers, she knocked out the two goons and made her way outside. Once there, she raised her head skyward and saw that the tornado has touched the ground, destroying everything in its path.

She spread out her Pegasus wings and tried to take off, but the wind is too strong as it deterred her from getting her freedom. She landed back on the ground just as the goons regained consciousness. They came out of the house and tied up her wrists with a zip-tie before leading her toward the side of the house where a helicopter is waiting. The goons then shoved her forcefully into the aircraft. She managed to get herself into a sitting position as the goons boarded after her. The man that took her sat on the opposite side, a smirk on his face. “Nice of you to join us,” he said. “Hope you don’t get any ideas about escaping again unless you want to get sucked into a deadly tornado.” Defeated, she turned her head to look out the window, watching Mother Nature wreak havoc.

Queen of Hell

“I have to go back,” she breathed, trying to keep her tears at bay. “We may have won the battle, but the war is just beginning.” Detective Stanton stood in front of her, not willing to accept that the woman, no, Devil, that he just confessed his deepest feelings for, is going to leave him forever.

“No, Lucy,” he said, his voice shaking with emotion. “You can’t do this. You can’t leave me.” The detective didn’t want to sound desperate, but when you’re in love, all bets are off. “I have to, Nicolas,” Lucy replied. “If I don’t, then the demons will continue to defy me like they did tonight. I have to keep them contained, they must have a queen.” Heaving a sigh, the former Lightbringer reached out a hand and caressed the detective’s face as the latter let a single tear escape.

“I wish I could stay, Nicolas, I really do, but I must return to Hell. It’s the only way to keep you and little Charleze safe. If anything were to happen to either of you, I would never forgive myself.” Aqua blue then met hazelnut brown as Detective Stanton looked into Lucy’s eyes. “Please,” he begged. “Don’t go.” The fallen angel leaned in close and said, “I guess the prophecy was wrong about one thing: my first love was never Adam. It was you, Nicolas, it always has been.” Lucy then closed the gap and kissed the detective, pouring her love and sadness into it. The detective returned it in kind, hoping against hope that the former Princess of Darkness would change her mind but knew in his heart that once she set her mind to something, no power on Earth can change it.

When the two broke apart after a while, the Lady of Hell stepped back and unfurled her majestic wings, the soft white feathers glowing in the moonlight. “Goodbye, my Love,” Lucy said sadly as she took to the sky and descended to the one place that she had once sworn to never go back to and once again, took her place on the throne that she deserted as the one true Queen of Hell.

Off Guard

His mouth was agape like a fish out of water. Time seemed to stand still as my words echoed through the air. Everyone stopped and turned to look at me, seeing that I was the one who uttered them. If there was a camera, it would zoom in close to my face, highlighting the satisfying smirk that is plastered on my face.

A Few Minutes Ago

“Hey, let’s go into this store, they might have what I’m looking for,” I said, making my way toward it. My friends followed me into the store, curious to find out what it is that I’m after. I scanned the shelves and racks of clothing, hoping that I can get the short-sleeved dress shirt I wanted. The sales associate tried to offer her assistance, but I waved a hand to dismiss her, telling her that I can find it myself.

After looking through the store from top to bottom, I couldn’t see the shirt that I had seen online. I then saw a friend of mine looking at a dress and another friend stood beside her, making comments that would otherwise be labelled as flirtatious. I rolled my eyes at the scene playing out before me and walked toward them. I then said to my flirty friend in my loudest inside voice, “Kalmin, down boy!” The friend in question then stopped what he was doing and let his jaw drop, shocked that someone had the ability to render him speechless.

“Wow, I can’t believe that you did that,” another friend said as he came up to me to give me a high five. “No one could make Kalmin speechless.” He continued, letting the light tension and shock sink in. “You have done the impossible.” At those words, I let a smirk appear on my face, relishing in the fact that I have caught a friend off guard for the first time ever. Yet I have a feeling that it’s going to be a one-time occurrence. It’s like they say: you can get away with it once, but you can’t get away with it twice.

A Better Life

If you are presented with an opportunity to have a better life, you would be a fool to refuse it. Yet you still have the choice to say “No”. Though what if you don’t have a choice? What if “No” is not the answer? What do you do then?

I live in a decent apartment in the outskirts of the city. It’s not quite as fancy as the ones in the downtown area since I couldn’t afford them. I just had my baby and I’m barely scraping by with my minimum wage job as a waitress at the local diner. I worked hard to earn what little money I am being paid, but it’s better than living on the streets. Lecherous customers would often look at me with pure lust in their eyes and make inappropriate comments that I dare not repeat, but I ignored them as best I could. I have a job to do, I don’t have time to deal with filthy pigs.

One day, while I cleared the tables, a man sitting in one of the booths by the window called out to me. I put down the dirty dishes down on a nearby table and made my way over to him. “Do you need something, sir?” I asked, stopping in front of the booth. The man smiled at me and I felt a chill running down my spine. It was the kind of smile that spells danger. “Yes, I do need something from you, but I can’t discuss it here where people can hear us.” He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a business card. He placed the card on the table and paid for his meal before leaving the diner.

I watched him leave and then stared at the words printed on the small, white card: Erich Belmont, CIA. Letting out a quiet gasp, I ran out of the diner, frantically searching for any sign of him. He was about to turn a corner up ahead when I called out to him, stopping him in his tracks. He turned around and waited for me to catch up and once I did, I asked as I caught my breath, “You’re a CIA agent?” I inquired. Erich nodded. “I used to work for the FBI but the CIA came to me with a better job offer and I couldn’t turn it down.” He said with a shrug.

I then glanced down at Erich’s card again and asked, “What do you need me for? I don’t know anything about being a spy or the methods of espionage or whatever. It’s not like I can transform into a female James Bond.” Erich chuckled at my humour and said, “It’s fine, the agency will train you so that you can become a female James Bond or whatever you choose to call yourself.” I bit my lower lip, debating on whether or not I should take the agent up on his offer.

Erich seemed to sense my hesitation and said the one thing that sealed my fate: “If you’re worried about money, don’t. The agency will compensate you so you can have a better life for yourself and your baby girl.” I let out an inaudible gasp that he knows about my little Lena. Maybe working for the CIA is the best option I have if I want to give my child the life that she deserves. Erich looked like he wasn’t about to take “No” for an answer so I took a breath and said, “Alright, I’ll come work for you at the CIA.”