The Inferno

I wiped my nose with the end of my sleeve, and looked down at the blood, which leaked profusely.

“Shit...” I muttered, tilting my head back as I used my sleeve again to attempt to hold the blood back, it didn't work. Must have been the low climate that caused my nose to spew. Whichever caused it, doesn't matter; I was going to rot in the Inferno, anyway.

I looked at my sleeve for a quick moment and sniffled most of the blood still trying to escape my nostril. Looking up at the dark abyss above me, I exhaled loudly, letting nothing but my hope leave me.

“Aw, poor Roseel,” A deep voice spoke, startling me slightly, “Are you lost?”

I looked around frantically, trying to find a body to match the voice.

“I see you were abandoned here.” The voice said again. Dark clouds formed a mist in the shape of a tall, muscular man. The man was grinning.

“Yeah, what's it to you,” I questioned, slightly annoyed. “Go away.”

His grin got wider, “I can't, I'm an outcast, just like you.”

I didn't reply, I just turned away from him and tried to ignore the man. Sadly, he wouldn't let me because he kept talking to me.

“I know you know who I am. You will listen to me, Roseel.” He said in a serious tone.

“What do you want from me, Lucifer?” I asked, turning around with a slight chuckle. I knew exactly who he was. I've heard the stories.

“Good, so you do know,” he said, grinning again. “We need to talk, sweet-cheeks.”

I laughed, and shook my head, “Don't call me that.”

“Alright, cupcake, let's go have some tea at my place and we can have a little chat.” Lucifer said, looking at me hungrily.

I didn't like the direction this was going. Not one bit. But, I didn't have anywhere to go. So, I agreed.

My feet rested on cracked marble flooring, torn paintings of naked women surrounded me. A smoky scent wafted the air. An uncomfortable eerie sound filled my ears. I was definitely in hell.

“Nice place, Lucif-” I began as I circled around the center the room. As I went to take a step forward, I was face to face with the devil. The smoky silhouette gone, replaced with tan skin and piercing green eyes. His jaw was broad and shapely and his grin was mischievous.

He gripped my chin with his hand and grinned a little wider, “Thank you, Roseel. I'm glad you like it.” His face inched closer to mine and he moved past me, whispering in my ear in a dark, lustful tone, “We'll be spending a lot of time here...” He paused to inhale and exhaled, “Alone.”

A shiver raced down my body, and lustful temptation filled my thoughts when I looked into his eyes.

Lucifer caressing my curves. His other hand playing with the bottom of my skirt. I looked down to see his torso pressed against mine. He brought a hand back up to my face and gently placed it on my cheek and pressed his lips against mine, nipping at my lower lip playfully.

I gasped and jumped backwards, tripping over a small block of broken marble.

“Lucifer, no!” I screamed covering my face with my blood-crusted hands. I felt momentarily helpless, like I couldn't take control of the situation. I've heard of his power to take hold of a woman's thoughts. Honestly, something from him taking over, felt… right.

“You know you want to,” he said bluntly. “It'd be fun.” A deep chuckle escaped his lips.

I looked up toward the ceiling to see it was made completely out of mirrors. All I could see was my bloody nose and a complete mess of a woman. My hair was matted up from the dirt, my clothes were torn to shreds, and the amount of blood on my face was astounding.

“I'm a mess,” I muttered as I stood up. “Why am I here, Lucifer?”

The Devil looked at me with narrowed, mischievous eyes, “You're here to suit my needs,” he began as he walked over to a small table and sat in a old brassy, iron chair with dark brown ripped cloth seats.

I furrowed my brow, “Your needs?” I laughed once, which echoed throughout the large room. “The 'Great and Powerful' Lucifer doesn't have needs!”

“Oh, of course I do,” He said as he picked up a mint from a small, clear bowl in the middle of the table.

“No,” I said again, walking towards the table to sit, “you have wants. There's a difference.” I sat down in the chair across the table of Lucifer and twiddled my thumbs on the table.

“Sure, there is,” he exclaimed, tossing another mint in his mouth and then crunching on it, “But I do need you.”

“For what, exactly?” I asked as I took a mint from the bowl, looking at him in the eyes. I was hoping it would help me to see if he was lying or not. I should know better, considering I've known this joker since I was born. The Devil doesn't tell the truth.

He looked back at me with somewhat sad eyes, “I'm lonely.”

His honesty struck me like a ton of bricks. SInce when does the Lord of the Underworld feel emotions or anything of that nature?



Aaaaand that's all I've been able to muster for about 6 months and I am quite disappointed in myself. I feel like I am capable to do much more, but my mind is blocked. :(