Only For You prologue

SUMMARY: Christopher and Olivia were best friends while they were living. But now they're not living, and Olivia has a past life (or lives) that she forgot about. And now she's remembering with the help of her bestie from her first life... who wants her to suffer for eternity. Better than it sounds (hopefully) Please read, rate, and review. And I totally am cool with flames and bad ratings. I want to know what my readers REALLY think. :)
A/N: not in anybody's point of view, and bits of this have been bouncing around in my head annoying me at work for too long. I don't know how this is going to go, it's more research based than I'm used to, so I hope I don't damage history or some organised religions in the process. If I do, let me know!
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“I hate Romeo and Juliet. It’s so stupid!” They had been curled up at his house, watching he play on video. He looked at her.
“It’s justifying that love will overpower death.”
“So? They can’t experience it, they’re dead.” She countered.
“But love can’t be stopped by death.”
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This conversation was the last to run through her mind, the memory of his insistence on love overpowering everything pulsed through her hot blood, contaminating her numbered heartbeats. ‘But love can’t be stopped by death.’ He had said. She pulled herself so she could press her heated lips to his cooling ones. “Let’s see if love can overpower death, shall we?” she murmured against his lips. She lit the match and threw it beside where they were laying. She stayed pressed against him until all was consumed by the growing black.
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“But, sir, I didn’t allow this to—“
“You left her to her own devices, did you not?” The two men paced the charred room. The room stank of rust, fire, and burning flesh. The man in front was wearing clean blue robes, while the second man was pacing six paces behind the first, wearing clean red robes. Neither were wearing shoes, despite the burning floor that was littered with debris.
“I thought she could handle herself for an hour.” The man wearing red muttered. The man in blue laughed, his grey eyes sparkling.
“Because she did so well the first time by herself.” The man in red grimaced at that comment. “I do believe that’s how you got into this predicament in the first place, wasn’t it?”
“She was young, sir. We both were.” The man in red defended the girl.
“Your friend convinced her to tell you to turn him into the leaders, did he not? And you did, didn’t you? And I believe that two days later she was dead. Or at least that’s how it was written in the storybook.” The man in blue said, humour thick in his voice. “And you’ve been stuck with me ever since, trying to get your revenge.”
“She deserves to get what you choose to give her.” The man in red spat, eying the pair of scalded bodies, tangled in a lover’s embrace.
“Would you be saying that if she had not died in such a… compromising position?” the man in blue gestured to the bodies.
“Of course.”
“Well, then, my little pet. I do think I owe you a favour. Mind as well give into your demands… just this once.” The man in blue said, turning and walking back to the exit. The man in red stayed rooted in place.
“The name’s Judas, Master.” The man in red spat the last word.
“You know how I hate that particular term of endearment. Especially with that tone. Perhaps you should apologize.” The man in blue sounded amused, and did not bother to turn. However, the man in red tensed.
“I apologize, Lucifer.”
“Thank you.” Lucifer walked out. With a last glance at the two burnt bodies, Judas followed.
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A/N: Kind of short, but it's just the prologue! There will be more, I promise. I just have to write it first. If you have any suggestions just stick them in a review and I'll see if I can work them in there. Remember to rate and review since you read! Tell me if I should continue to write this or just keep it to myself!