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Chapter 4

Lucifer

Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Mephistopheles, Lord of the Flies, Antichrist, Father of Lies, Moloch, Satan, Devil. The infinite list of names I was known by was nauseating. People seemed to forget I was an angel, instead preferring to project their sins and shortcomings as my doing.

Everyone had choices. Everyone made their own choices. Everyone suffered the consequences for their choices.

I was a product of my choices. I chose to question authority and was banished to a realm that was neglected and forgotten. A realm that, until me, had no connection to Earth.

The story of how I ended up in Inferna, or Hell as it's popularly known, punishing the souls that made too many wrong choices is a long one and is not so simple. People like to think it was simple: I deceived and was cast from Heaven.

Loneliness is one of the worst punishments that can be dealt. That was my punishment. I was lonely before I was sentenced to an eon of solitude, but no one knows that. Nor do they care. I'm the devil, and who really gives a shit about the devil?

That was until Lily.

It had to be some weird twist of fate that the first woman I'd been attracted to in years was not only named after a flower, but was also possessed by a demon.

I thought camellias were a beautiful flower. I also, at one point in time, thought lilies were beautiful flowers. That didn't turn out very well for my daughter or for me.

Even though Camellia seemed normal and had a typical job, what Ric had seen the night before was nothing but. He should've killed her on sight.

Unfortunately, Ric had now made it his mission to redeem himself. Even if that meant saving the wrong person.

I would have killed her myself. I should have. But then I saw her eyes. They were the type of eyes that drew a man in and then broke his heart into a million pieces. That should've been my first sign to stay the hell away from her.

I'd always been a glutton for punishment, though.

In the break room, while she ate her Christmas dinner, I looked into those blue eyes of hers and almost told her who I was. Who I really was.

But, at the same time, part of me knew this wouldn't end well. A demon possession? It was unheard of on Earth.

There was only one way this could end: death.

I followed her around most of her twelve-hour shift. She was good at what she did, at least from what I could tell. I had some medical knowledge, just from the fact that I had literally been around forever.

Her patients would come in, and she would take care of them with a smile on her face, even if they were jerks to her. Unless they had something seriously wrong with them, they would leave with a smile on their face.

She had this way with people that they certainly couldn't teach in medical school. She was most impressive with patients that had mental health issues. No wonder she could handle her own problems so well. An inferior human would have already given in or given up.

I couldn't kill her.

I walked back and forth down the hall. It had been a long time since I had done any real guardian work. I forgot how boring it could be.

It wasn't boring when she was around, though. Her blue scrubs fit her just right. They showed off her curves and her rounded butt. The scrub top accentuated her full breasts.

If I was brought into the emergency room, I would want her to be my doctor. Not that I ever needed a doctor since I could heal myself.

Ten o'clock rolled around, and she grabbed her things and walked out of the emergency room. I followed her.

"I don't need a chaperone. I'm not a child. I've been walking to my car by myself for years." She didn't even turn around to see if it was me following her. She certainly was a feisty thing.

What if I had been a mugger? You could never be too careful these days. Especially women.

She walked up to a blue Camaro and unlocked it. I definitely couldn't kill her. A woman with a body like hers and that drove a car like that?

"I agreed to let you live, at least for the next month, as long as you had us watch your every move." I walked up next to her and noted the freshly waxed exterior. She definitely took care of it. "Now, give me your keys."

She made a noise in the back of her throat like she was about to turn and hit me with her bag. I wouldn't be opposed to her laying her hands on me, even if it hurt a little.

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