Lucifer

Chapter 1: To Fall and Break

Lana- Present

I snap up from my pillow and gaze around my tiny cabin with a frown. Sweat gathers around my brow, and my heart is pounding wildly inside my chest. Rising from the twin bed, I walk over to the little mirror I hung above my camping stove. Closing my eyes, I take a couple of deep breaths and rub my palms across my eyes.

I try to recall what I just dreamt about, but the memory fades into the back of my mind, leaving only fragmented images.

I’ve been researching environmental pollutant issues of water, plants, and animals for a month at the Grand Canyon. Even though I’m here with some classmates, I’m sure my isolation is getting to me. If waking up from a dream is anything to go by, I need to start interacting more with my group.

It also doesn’t help that I’ve been to hell and met angels, demons, and the freaking devil. That’s another reason why I came on this trip. Knowing what I knew about the supernatural world became too much for me, and I needed to escape the weirdness.

I try not to think too much about the clarity of the dream or the weird visions I keep having, which has been somewhat of a failure. Seeing that I’m not going to get any more sleep, I rise from my bed and turn on my portable coffee maker. The scent of fresh coffee instantly permeates the tiny cabin. Other than dealing with weird dreams, the experience has been really great. It’s nice to breathe fresh air and experience the beauty of nature. As soon as we arrived here, we were assigned an environmentally sound tiny house.

The little log house is about one hundred square feet with a twin bed, single dresser, kitchenette containing a propane stove range, a small bucket to put dishes in, and a battery-operated coffee maker. Unfortunately, there are no private bathrooms or electric lights. We must shower in a makeshift stall outside the cabin and use a compost toilet on the property's edge. A single picture window above the kitchenette with a frilly curtain provides little cover from the outside. Strolling forward, I push back the curtain and look into the starry night. Seeing that there’s still time before everyone awakens, I slip back into bed and look at my cell phone. My mind instantly rewound to my sister’s surprise visit last week.

I had just come back from a long tour down the Colorado river when my sister and Fallon appeared before me.

Needless to say, I was blown away when she told me everything she had been through over the past month. But she and Fallon seemed happy with the outcome, so I couldn’t complain.

I still can’t believe Lilith kidnapped her and activated the Erue’s prophecy.

Confused? I’m sure you are.

Nearly a year ago, my sister, our bestie, Zoe, and I were kidnapped by two crazy witches. Zoe met her love, discovered she was a Siren and discovered that my sister was part of a world-ending prophecy.

Long story short, Bree met this hot guy named Fallon, who also happens to be Lucifer’s son. That’s right, he’s the son of the king of hell. Anywho, the prophecy states that my sister would give birth to a child who would end hell and, in the process, destroy the world. Once the witches were defeated, we needed to get out of hell, but I could only do it if I gave Lucifer a part of my soul. Let’s not forget that Lucifer is scorchingly hot, and I had to kiss him to seal the deal. To add insult to injury, he was my first kiss, and I haven’t been able to forget it because it was freaking amazing. Of course, it didn’t mean much to him since he has probably kissed millions of women. I might have omitted a few important things in my retelling, but I’m sure you get the gist.

Once Bree and Fallon left, I spent the rest of my night in shock.

Though she’s fine now, I have made every effort to text or call her daily.

Pushing thoughts of my sister’s previous drama to the back of my mind, I look up at my bedroom ceiling and smile. It’s nice to know that my sister is happily in love after everything she has been through. Before my trip, I tried to get Bree to talk about Fallon, but she was pretty closed-lipped about it. However, based on how they had looked at each other, I knew something was bound to explode between them, and it looked like it did. My sister deserves to be happy, even if it is with Lucifer’s son.

Oddly enough, I had a conversation with Lucifer before I left. Even after so many weeks, I’m still reeling from our conversation. The asshole tried to forbid me from taking my trip like he had any say in my life. Anyway, I pretty much told him where he could stick his orders. The look on his gorgeous face when I told him to f**k off was more than worth its weight in gold. I know he’s the devil, but does he need to be so full of himself? Seriously, who died and made him the boss of me?

Lying back on my bed, I close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. Unfortunately, as soon as I do, I see a pair of onyx eyes, high cheekbones, plump lips, and dark, ebony hair. Lucifer might be thousands of years old, but you would confuse him for a young man if you saw him. In fact, he and Fallon look the same age. If anyone would see them together, they’d confuse them as brothers.

I exhale deeply as I berate myself for such useless thoughts. I don’t know why I keep thinking about him.

Slumping back, I turn my thoughts to find a boyfriend now that my sister is happily settled. Some of my team members have invited me to a bar they visit in a nearby town, but I’ve always found an excuse not to go. Perhaps it’s time I stop isolating myself and focus on getting my own life. Once I make my resolution, sleep arrives swiftly.