DISCLAIMER: I, of course, do not own any of the registered trademark characters of the licensed WWE (World Wrestling Entertainment). They are being used without permission but I make no profit from these stories. These are just use for enjoyment (ect and ect….). BUT!!! Lucy is MINE!!!!!! ALL MINE!!!!! She cannot be used without permission. Also, there is an explicit sex scenes and some foul language. This is my first WWE fan fic, I hope you like it. By the way, there will be great changes to the bible…if you are a die hard Christian, please don't be offended, but then again, if you were, why would you be reading a fanfic about the Undertaker?
The Devil Does NOT Wear Parads
(She wears Armani)
Chapter 1
It was early morning, the sky was clear for the moment but the distant shadows of dark stormy clouds told the city of Stamford, CT. Here was the World Wrestling Entertainment headquarters, the home office of the Chairman of the board, Vincent McMahon. In this building was where the real work began. Trainers, wrestlers, coaches, managers, even the announcers come here, the lines are written here, rehearsal, if you would call it that, are held here, fine tuning, contracts, bartering, work outs…it's all here.
Mark Callaway was one of the wrestlers that had meetings here today. To his friends he was just Mark, the loner who liked to ride his bike and play with his two girls, his precious daughters. In the streets, he looked your average big tough biker looking guy, but that's not where he stood out. It was the Phenom, the Deadman, the Lord of Darkness, his ring ego that made grown men cry in fear of his presence. The crowd would roar in excitement when the lights would go down and the sound of a church bell rang. The lightning, the smoke, the blue lights, the haunting music of the Death March, and the frightful image of the Undertaker, slowly walking down the long mist covered ramp to the ring. Every wrestler's nightmare was getting in the ring with the Undertaker, he'll take your soul back to hell.
Sometimes he wish he was really the Undertaker, life would be a lot easier to handle with his powers. As Mark was making his way through the maze like corridors of the WWE building, his thoughts returned to reality. Right now, his life sucks.
Sara had left his nine months ago, she couldn't handle the long trips out of town, away from her and the girls. She was lonely, he understood that, it still didn't make it any easier. Especially she moved in with her boyfriend the day after she told him. Hen hen, there was the first meeting where dominance was installed, poor guy, fell like a lead fart.
His girls, his little princesses, Emily who was seven and little sweet Cassidy, who was only four. They had inherited Sarah's blond hair and blue eyes, but one could definitely see a lot of Mark in them. Emily was bold and daring, but Cassidy was shy and gentle. He loved tucking his little one in bed at night, and signing her to sleep. She was the one that laid heavily on his mind. Five months ago, she got sick and the results that the doctors gave were not what they had hoped. Cassidy had leukemia, and it was progressing at an alarming rate. She had spent the last week in the hospital, attached to different machines with tubes sticking out of her little fragile body. It broke his heart to see her in so much pain. Sara was spending as much time as she could with her, Mark would spend every moment with her when he was home, and called her every night when he was on the road.
The Health Care Company that WWE deals with wouldn't approve of an experimental drug that could save her life. Not tested enough, they had said, not enough valid data. That just burned him, stupid fucks. Vince had been trying to find a way around their stipulations of contracts but his lawyers were to no avail. The cost alone for the drug was phenomenal but in order to get it into the states, it had to be a proved by a pharmaceutical company backed by a Health Insurance company. Take one for the money hungry corporate world.
Ah, the job. The ring was his escape for reality. Everyone needs something once in a while to help them forget about daily troubles and get refocused on dealing with everyday life. A vacation from reality does the trick every time. The ring was Mark's escape. When he would pull on the black leather trench coat and hat, he was someone else for a little time. He was no longer Mark Callaway, father, husband, friend. He became an undead evil from the bowels of Hell, reeking havoc on the human world. The power this Character has over the crowd chanting his name was more than exhilaration, He was the Phenom. But again, it's just a character. Even though his body was still in peek performance, his bones were starting to feel the passing of age. He was no longer a young buck proving himself to his peers, he was the big dog in the yard, his yard. He paid his dues in the business and became one of the greatest wrestlers of the ring, but the long trip up was starting to catch up with him. Even though the pain would sometimes bring him into fits of agony, he loved the ring too much to just quit yet.
Mark found the door to Vince's office. He could see thought the glass walls at Vince's personal reception room where his private secretary, Sonia, was busily typing away. The woman had worked for Vince for thirty easy, her blond hair was fading into grey but the woman was still a beauty. She smiled at Mark as he entered the room, the area was decorated with posters under glass of various WWE Pay Per View evens. There were definitely many with the Undertaker taking center stage, another bonus when you're on top.
"Vince will be with you shortly, Mark." Sonia said softly.
"That's fine." He replied as the double wooden doors to Vince's office opened. The chairman of the board grinned ear to ear.
"You look like a cat who ate the bird." Mark smiled, "What's the news?"
"I have found the perfect Manager for you…" Vince began but was cut off.
"Hold on here, Ah am not going to go with another manager again, Ah told you that."
"Mark, step into my office, and I'll explain it to you why I thin you should have an assistant."
"Ah can just picture this." Mark grumbled as he followed Vince to the office, closing the doors behind him.
"Take a seat, you'll like what I have to say." Vince said as he leaned against his marble desk as Mark sat on the black leather couch by the large panel windows.
"I want to make things easier for you. You're going though a hard time right now and this girl…"
"A Girl?" Mark's eyes widened, "Ah had never had a girl as a manager before and Ah ain't starting now."
"Mark, this girl is good. She is first a lawyer, and by her credentials, she's a dam good one. And her tactical approaches to contracts are to die for. This girl is your ticket to a quick divorce and she has a pair of killer legs that…"
"Last thing Ah want is a pair of killer legs."
"She really is a contract wiz. She looked over our contracts with our health care company, and she says that she can get somewhere. And besides, I think she will make a great assistance to you."
"If she's a high and mighty lawyer, why is she going to work as an assistant for peanuts? I don't get it."
Vince smiled a little devilish grin, "She agreed to it! I couldn't believe it!"
"Do Ah have a choice?"
There was a knock at the door, Vince opened it with glee as the Undertaker's new Manager entered the room. Mark was stunned at her sight, Vince was right about the legs, they were perfect and bare, no blemishes, with six inch stiletto matt black pumps on her feet. She must have been a few inches shy six feet without the shoes, and very finely built. Her black suit with a red turtle neck seemed to cling to her form, showing her perfect curves. Her skin was like porcelain, her light brown hair was straight and pulled back in a ponytail, her bangs were cut short, just to the top of her eyes. Her ice blue eyes that seem to penetrate into his soul, he was at a lost of words. The thump of the black leather laptop case hitting the ground shook him back to the room.
"Mark, this is Lucy Fir. Miss Fir, This is Mark Callaway, other wise known as the Undertaker."
Mark stood up and extended his hand to the young woman, she didn't look past twenty. She starred at him for a moment and took his hand, she shook it a little too firmly for a girl her size.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Callaway." She said, her voice was soft but assertive.
"Did Ah hear your name right?" Mark asked with a chuckle, "Was it Lucifer?"
Her eyes glared into his, was his hairs on the back of his neck standing? Did the air just get cold in here?
"My name is Lucy," Pause "Fir. Allow me to inform you that I despise jokes about I love Lucy, being called Loose for short, and especially anything that has to do with the Devil."
Mark turned to his long time friend, "You're got to be kidding me."
"Um, Miss Fir, please. I am sure that Mark didn't mean any disrespect. I was even a little taken back by your name." Vince tried to assure her, it was a miracle that he was able to get someone this over qualified and willing to work for half she's worth.
"Ma'am, do you know what my character is?" Mark was not going to have a bible thumping tart working with him.
"My job is not to care what your character is, I am only here to assist you with your petitions with your health care company and your divorce if you so choose to. That's my job." She replied.
"Well, there's more…" Vince began, "I also want you to start taking care of Mark's contracts personally and basically make his life a little easier…"
She starred at Vince, she was a little confused, "Are you telling me that you want me to be his personal assistant?"
"Well, yeah, I do. It is part of the contract we signed…" Vince grinned.
"There is nothing in the contract stating that I would be hired as an assistant." She voiced.
"Under section fourteen, article four, to carry out certain duties associated with the position which to seem fit."
She thought for a moment, then gave him a dirty look, "I missed that one, you're good. I should've have read the document a little more carefully. Don't worry, I'll get you back." She winked.
"Ah don't think this is going to work." Said Mark, "Ma'am, not that I have anything against you, but Ah don't think you want to work with me."
"Why?" She asked as Vince handed her Mark's wrestling profile.
She opened the brown folder and skimmed though the pages, her eyes widened. After a few moments, she closed the folder and handed it back to Vince.
"You are correct, Mr Callaway. I can't work with you as a manager or an assistant."
"What the hell is the problem?" Vince growled.
"Mr Calloway's character is a personal depiction of the Devil, a very controversial issue with myself. I cannot in good conscious work for him."
"You hire me a church lady, that's cute." Mark began to take this in amusement. He wasn't a devil lover himself, He just enjoyed the reaction that this persona created, and he thought it was cool.
Lucy gazed at him, her eyes gave him chills, "On the contrary, the bible and I are on opposite sides, I assure you."
"It doesn't matter anyways !" Vince exclaimed, "Miss Fir, you signed a legal contract, you work for me and now I'm telling you to work as Mark's personal assistant and manager, and you Mark, you need a hand right now and it's only for a year, after that if you want to end it that's fine. Just try it out for a bit."
Mark and Lucy starred at each other for a moment, each wondering if they could last it. A year? Bring it.
"Fine." Mark said first, "Ah'll try it out. Ah'm game."
Lucy took a step closer to him and looked into his deep green eyes and grinned sinisterly, "I have always fulfilled my contractual obligations and I am not going to stop now."
Chapter 2
It didn't take long for Lucy to get to know her way around. She went right to work, first researching valid data from the files that the HelthCorr Corporation, then filling divorce documents. Mark fidgeted as they sat down in Vince's office, Vince thought it would be more private since they had to go over a lot of material in a short amount of time. Before they knew it, it was well past nightfall before Mark noticed the time.
"Holy shit, it's past eleven!" He said, "Are we going to quite any time soon? Ah'm hungry and tired. The cafeteria food in this place sucks."
"No problem. I can finish a few things up here and go by the video department on my way out."
"What are you picking up there?"
"Some of your matches, and a few others. Unfortunately I have never been exposed to this style of wrestling. I need to now that it's all about."
"Are you telling me that you have never seen our shows?" Where has she been hiding? Under a rock in the middle of the earth?
"No. Not one. I've seen enough wrestling in my time."
"So you now a little about wrestling…"
"Not what you guys do, thankful for that." She closed her laptop and placed in back into it's carrying case and picked up the folders, making sure that the papers wear neatly tucked in before placing them in her bag.
"Shall we resume tomorrow morning, say nine?" She asked as she grabbed her long black woollen coat.
"Can't, Ah have to catch a plane tomorrow morning back to Texas." He replied, "Where are you from?"
Lucy starred at him in silence, she had forgotten what she put down on the application. What was it? New York? No. New Hampshire? Not that one…
"Los Angelis." Too perfect! "But I can relocate very quickly."
It took her too long to answer, "You can…how would your husband feel about that?"
"No husband."
"Family?"
Her eyes became soft, then hard as ice again, "No family."
She put her coat on and picked up her bag, "Mr Callaway, my personal life is my…"
"Mark."
She looked up at him, "What?"
"My name is Mark. Stop calling me Mr Callaway, it makes me feel old and Ah'm not there yet! Is she smiling? Finally!
"Ok, it's Mark then."
They seemed a little more comfortable with each other, if just for a moment.
"How soon can you come to Huston?" Mark asked.
"I can be there tomorrow evening. We can meet in the morning. I'll call you when I get into town."
"That's more than fare. Then Ah will see you in two days."
She smiled a little at him, "It was nice to meet you."
It didn't take her long to leave the room. Mark got up from the comfortable chair and grabbed his leather bier jacket. He had a stomach to feed and a plane to catch, not without getting a few ZZZ in the middle. He pulled out his cell phone and made a call.
"Hello?" How that voice would make him feel like a man, like he mattered in this world. Now it would remind him of betrayal, something he has a hard time dealing with it. The Undertaker could deal with it, but it would leave a bloody mess.
"Hey Sara, how's Cassy?"
"I'm sorry she missed your call Mark, she was happy that you did."
"Did she handle the tests ok?" He would give anything to stop the poking and prodding, the sore tummies and painful chemo…
"She was a real trooper. They'll have the results tomorrow. Your mother came by the hospital today and gave her a bunch of coloring books, she coloured a special one for you. When are you coming home?"
Home. Where the hell was that? A four bedroom ranch, quiet and cold…no sound of life, of love…all gone. Except for dear of Gruff.
"In the morning, Ah got an early flight. Is Cassy sleeping?"
"Yeah, she's had a hard day. Mark, I'm scarred."
"I know darling, me too. Ah'll call back when Ah get into town. Give the girls kisses for me."
He had enough hearing her voice, he closed his flip phone and returned it to his pocket. He walked quickly out the building and found called for a cab, his plans for the night was to just order room service and watch a little TV, and that's what he did when he entered his hotel suit. A fat juicy rare t-bone steak with all the trimmings and a bottle of whiskey to wash it down with. Getting drunk feels good. The meal was to die for and the rye made all the bad things go away for a time, but not Lucy.
Those eyes, those lips, the woman had it going on. Drop dead gorgeous and smart. Daddy had to pay big bucks to get his little girl into the best schools. No man, no family, but definitely expensive taste. That was an Armani suit she was wearing, Mark wasn't into fashion, big tough biker guys don't think fashion, but he knew Armani.
He spent most the night starring at her, thank god she was too occupied by reading legal documents that he hadn't noticed, or if she did, she didn't let on. It wasn't what she was doing, but how she was. The way she moved her head, graceful, gentle swaying of the hands, the way not a single hair moved out of place. She didn't wear makeup, she didn't need it. Her shoes hardly made a sound when she walked, the way her body moved was almost hypnotic…
Whoa boy! Down! Down! Just got rid of one, don't need another one. Fuck! A fine-looking lady lawyer, what a lethal weapon! Run men! Run! Run for your lives! Lucifer is coming to get ya!
Mark chuckled as he looked at his empty bottle, party's over. Besides, he was tanked anyways. Time for bed, he was going to have a long day tomorrow. It was hard enough pretending everything's going to be ok, it was harder to do it around his little one.
Chapter 3
Hell. That's were Mark felt his life was going. It took every ounce of strength not to break down in front of those pain filled eyes. Poor Cassy, his little Cassy, daddy has to be strong for her.
He pulled up to the lights, it was dark out and he had just gotten out of the hospital when Sara arrived. He didn't like being in the same room as her, but for his Cassy he would do anything. A nice drive in the light rain would cool things off. His '69 Cheval was a temporary haven, just the roar of the engine with the screaming lyrics of Ozzy Ozborne was all he needed.
His little ride became interrupted when his phone began to vibrate. He pulled into a McDonald's parking lot and took out his phone, it was a payphone number on the caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Mark, it's Lucy. I am at the Airport right now. Do you want to meet with me now or in the morning. I still need to find a hotel room for the night. The directory in this city is savage."
Savage? Ok… "Hi to you too. How about Ah pick you up, Ah'm not far from you anyways."
"Fine. When can I expect you?"
'In less than ten minutes."
"Then I'll wait for you. I will be by the luggage rack."
"Alright, see you then."
Great. Now he's going to have to listen to her for the night, but why did he offer? She was a strange one, there was something definitely different about her, and it wasn't her legs.
He pulled into a close parking spot near the baggage hanger, he hope she didn't pack her house, you know women. As he walked inside, he remembered that this airport had three different luggage receptacles it didn't look like she was at this one. Smart thing to do was take a look at the flight boards and see what terminal her flight got off at, and he didn't have to look far to find them. He quickly scanned the board.
Ah, there's her flight. From LA to Huston…gate five…cancelled due to storm?
What? But she said she was here? She called him from a phone here…didn't she?
"Fast service." He heard behind him.
Mark turned around and starred down at her, Lucy was standing there, dressed in jeans and t-shirt, holding a jean jacket in one hand and pulling a little handled suitcase on wheels.
She smiled at him with a sheepish grin, "What's wrong?"
He paused for a moment, "How was your flight?"
"Awful. The food was bad, the movies were stupid, and I had a jackass with intolerable body order who wouldn't stop drinking. Other than that, it was peachy." Still smiling sarcastically.
"Really?" Bull shit. "Is that all your luggage?"
"Yeah, I carry light."
"Come on, the car's this way."
They made their way to his car, Lucy whistled, "Nice."
The rain was pouring down and they almost got drenched when they entered the vehicle, after the turn of the key, the engine roared to life and the heater came on full force, warming the humid air.
"Where do you want to go first?" He asked her.
"A hotel room would be nice."
"Why don't you stay at my house? I got all the necessary comforts, and you'll have privacy." Find out a little more about you…
She looked at him puzzled, "Do you think that's a little forward?"
"Don't get you panties in a bunch. Ah ain't asking you to share my bed, Ah'm offering you a spare room. It's just me and Gruff, if you don't mind dogs."
She thought about it for a moment, "Alright, I'll stay at your place, but I'm just letting you now that I'm not looking for anything."
"Darling, Ah'm going through a divorce right now, do you think Ah want to get involved?"
"Point taken."
They drove in silence for a while until Mark pulled up a wooded road, then turning into a long driveway that led to an old style Mexican ranch house. She could just barely see the giant barn behind the home, the smell of hay and the sound of horses neighing softly seem to make her smile.
It didn't take Gruff long to notice a new pair of hands for petty and rubbing was here, the large bull mastiff ran towards his human pack leader. With happy wines and tail wagging, Lucy rubbed the big animal's head as she tailed baby talk to him, what a sight. Gruff followed them into the house, Mark turned on a light and Lucy took a look around. For a bachelor, it was kept pretty clean and tidy.
"Come one, Ah'll show you to your room."
He brought her to the back of the house, it was a large room with a double bed inside and a little dresser in the corner, bare but better than the tome.
"My room is two doors up, if ya need anything."
"I'll be fine here."
"Want something to drink?"
"Anything cold."
She left her suitcase in the room and followed him down the hall, she spotted the pictures of his girls on the wall. The older one was blowing bubble wearing a cute bright yellow sundress, the younger one was holding a baby bunny. It wasn't the impediment of cuteness then nothing was.
"Emily is the oldest, Cassidy is holding Tweeter."
"They are so precious." She smiled at them, the joy in their innocent faces.
"Cassidy is the one with Leukemia."
Poor thing "She is so beautiful."
"My ex-wife says that she's a lot like me than Ah know, she my quite side."
He handed her a cold beer, "You're very lucky to have her."
"Yeah well, Ah'd give anything to see her though this and win."
They sat down in the living room, Mark put on one of his Metallica CD, but turned the volume that is was just background noise.
Lucy curled up on the couch, "How long has she had it?"
"Around five months ago. She was getting dizzy in school. It's been downhill ever since."
She too a drink of her beer, "I'm sorry to hear that, I'm sure she'll pull through. She comes from good stock."
"Good stock?"
She smiled, "I'm just saying that you and Sara are very fit people and those habits fall on the kids. There is no smoking in the house, health foods were always available, kids played outside regularly. She has a good fighting change of beating this."
"You seem confidant…"
"Mark, I'm a Lawyer, it's my job to be right."
He chuckled, "Good one." What about you? "What's your story."
"I applied for a job and now I'm working. The end."
"You don't like to talk about yourself. There has to be something interesting about it."
"Nope. I'm a lawyer., argue all day, papers at night, no time for anything else anyways. I like it like that."
"A carrier woman." He grabbed another bear and hander her a new one.
"It's what I live for. It will do until I decide to do something else, but I've always been good with legal affairs."
"And no family."
"I'm going to bed." He hit a nerve. "I'll be up early to do some running around. I have made arrangements with a local law firm, to borrow an office in their branch. I'll see you tomorrow."
And with that, she was out of sight. Gruff walked over to his dumfound owner and placed his head on his head.
"She does not like that subject." He whispered as he began to pet his long time companion.
Chapter 4
Lucy tried her best to make her way through the bleach white corridors of the hospital, she hated this place. She had enough pain and sorrow in her lifetime, life time? What life time? At least this one for now.
She had agreed to take on a few cases in exchange for the office space. She liked to keep herself busy, handling a few cases at a time tends to pass the time away, until one gets tired of day to day human life. Or lack of it.
Pain, that's all she felt, one was suffering from cancer, another from aids. Her mind tried to shut them out but a few whispered bother her mind. She would not have to deal with this if she was back home. There was none of this painful way. How could father let them live like this?
She found little Cassidy's room, Mark had told her to meet him here, she had documents for him to sign. She peered slowly inside the room, the lights were dimmed, but she could make out his hulking form sitting on a small looking chair and the little bundle that laid almost motionless on the giant bed. Mark was talking with her, she was a little sleepy, but her tiny hand held her father's finger tightly.
Lucy didn't want to intrude, this was a precious moment and she really didn't now if the child would survive. She looked so fragile and sickly, the chemo was having it's affects known. The room was decorated with stuffed animals, cards, balloons, and flowers. There were many who would pray for this child, and God wouldn't answer. That made her pissed.
What was the point of having impudent power but never use it to help? Oh yeah, sure…he was there in the beginning, they all were. The travel, the war, and the loss, Lucy remember them as if it only happened yesterday, that was a long way off.
She couldn't help but feel for this family, the sight of the all powerful Phenom bowing down to a small child, it was disheartening. Her poor little tiny body, riddled with a deadly disease, did she really have a chance?
"Excuse me."
Lucy was startled, the blond woman before her smiled, this must be mommy. Man, she looks like she was brought up in the ringer a few times. And yet they still breed.
"I'm sorry, I was looking for Mark Callaway…"
"You must be Lucy. He told me about you. It was very kind of Vince to hire you for him. He's not handling it very well."
"I'm sorry, I can understand how hard it is to deal with an ill child, (no she didn't) I'm sure things will turn out fine."
Tears began to fill Sara's eyes, "Not from what the doctor just told me. And now I have to tell her father that his little girl might not live past this week."
A week? That's it? But, she was just s little girl! A child! Why would father allow such suffering? He claims he loves them but does nothing as they are tortured and killed by their own actions. Humans are confusing enough, they need help! And father wasn't giving it. Asshole.
"Could you give these papers to Mark?" Lucy handed Sara the folders, "I have meetings all afternoon and I don't want to disturb him right now. I'll pick them up later."
"Sure, I'll give them to him." Sara replied.
Lucy had to get out, sorrow was an emotion she had a hard time dealing with. Hate, greed, jealousy, those were like old friends that never want to leave you house. She guessed the biggest problem she had was the children, never deserving of the hell they're put through, and with no reasons why it happened to them. Yeah, this world wasn't the promise land she was led to believe.
Was the war worth all this? Even though it was such a long time ago, Lucy remembered like she was already there. The slaughter of innocent people, men, woman, and yes, even children, all in the name of Father. Hun, Father…a name that should bring love and understanding, no, it brought only betrayal and hate…oh father...
Can you see your children's pain? Can you feel their fears? Can you dream their nightmares? No, you just sit up there in your golden throne, pondering what enlightenment should be followed next, watching your servants flocking around, waiting on you hand and foot. They act like dogs, waiting for their master to throw them a bone…it makes me sick to think that I served you like that…fuck was I every stupid.
She waved a cab over and got back to Mark's ranch, Gruff was happy to see her, she knew the master of this house wouldn't be home for a while. She decided to take a long bath and read over the contracts for the next pay per view, but the warm water did nothing to relax her. Her mind kept going back to the hospital, the little form on the cold bed, she should be running after her big sister, enjoying her already short life. But why now? Has living on this world softened this mighty warrior of years forgotten? She, the greatest warrior that the universe had seen, a killer of gods even! Ha! Now she's here…alone…in this world of the sorrow…this sucks.
She finished her reading and got out of the tub, the water had grown too cold for this body, yeah, the only time temperature bothered her, the flesh of their kind was always weak. She crawled into bed, grabbing her briefcase, she had to keep her mind busy. She found herself staring at the documents, little Cassidy's name was written all over it.
"What the fuck? Why can't I get her out of my head! I have seen thousands of children suffering! It never bothered me before!" She threw the folder across the room and snuggled with her blankets.
Sleep, that's do the trick. She shut the light off and pulled the covers tight, she hadn't slept very good the night before. It didn't take her long, and soon she was fast asleep.
The front door opened quietly, but it did wake Lucy, super hearing that one. She could tell Mark was trying to be quite, poor thing, it was past two in the morning by what the bedroom clock said. He was gone before she was this morning, and that was before sunrise. How much pain can humans endure before they loose it themselves?
The phone ran, he cursed a bit as he answered. Lucy stayed still, listing to the conversation…
"Hello?...yeah Sara?...No…for fuck's sake no…not tonight…I'll be right there…"
Definitely not good news why the way he ran out of the house, Lucy had to get up now, she looked out the window to see him pull out, spinning the tires and shooting gravel around the yard.
She walked out and flipped the kitchen light on, a stiff drink was needed. She grabbed the whisky bottle and downed a good slug from the bottle, this stuff was a lot smoother now than when they first made it, blah!
As she took another drink, her eyes caught the picture on the wall. Little Cassidy sitting on her daddy's Harley, and Mark sitting behind her, his bright green eyes showing fatherly pride.
"no." She drank half the bottle, "No…I can't do that…it's wrong." Ha! How many times has she disobeyed? She was called the first rebel, but she did have a cause at the time.
She began to pace, the thoughts of that child kept her mind wandering, it wouldn't be the first time she did something wrong. "no." What was the big deal? It was just one human life, something of no importance…"no"…A child never the less…Mark's little girl…
"DAM IT!" Fuck it. What the fuck is he going to do about it? Punish her? Funny, she's already being punished. Oh well…let's break some rules!
With a thought, her body disappeared into the air, reappearing inside the shadowed corner of the private hospital room. No one could see her, she didn't want them to. Gone were the shorts and tank top, her black suit with red turtle neck is what she preferred.
Sara was sitting beside the still and sleeping child, her face bared much fear and pain. Mark sat on the other side, holding the week tiny hand in his. He looked like shit, they both did. There was no one else in the room, the lights were off, except the little one over the bed.
"Want a coffee?" Mark as Sara.
It took her a moment to think, "Yeah, that'll be nice right now."
He left the room in a hurry, wanting to be away no more than needed, away from his dying child. Sara moved over the bed in exhaustion, laying her head at Cassidy's feet.
Lucy walked over and gently placed her hand on Sara's head, "Sleep."
The sounds of slumber escaped Sara's lips, she needed it.
Lucy leaned closed to the unconscious child, her sense told her she wasn't alone. Her eyes moved to the opposite corner, he was there. It wasn't a nurse or Mark coming back, this one wasn't of this world. She new him for a long time, even before the beginning of time infact.
She stood up, her eyes never leaving the dark corner, "Last time I saw you, you were nailed to a cross with a thorn crown imbedded around your head, waiting for father to take you home."
The figure moved into the light, he was dressed in an all white suit, with matching long coat. His thick brown hair was a little on the long side, reminding one of those pretty poster boys from the '80s. His ice blue eyes never left her gaze.
"Last time I saw you, you were kissing my blood soaked feet, begging me to stay here with you." He replied.
"What do you want, Michael?"
"I am here to take the child."
"Really? Isn't that Hector's Job?"
"I asked to do it, it would give me change to talk to you." He moved closer to her.
"And after what you did to me? You would believe I would want to hear anything you had to say?"
"You don't belong here, you belong home, with our kind."
"Father had a change of heart?"
He lowered his head, "No, but I cannot stand by while you live in this filth."
She crossed her arms, "But you would have me back there, serving him, never being able to touch you, to hold you…"
"It is not our way, Lucifer. You now that."
"Fuck his way! I served him faithfully for centuries before we came and took over this rock! And all I wanted in return was you, as mine."
"What we were doing was wrong! The ways of the mortals are not proper for us! The ways of the flesh with us is a great sin! Please, Lucifer, ask for our father's forgiveness and return with me this night."
She looked back as the child, then to Michael, "Go back? To where I would see you and not be able to touch you? Hold you? Love you?"
"That is our way."
Lucy growled, "I would rather stay here, alone, than be with you and not be able to be really with you."
"Please, don't do this!" Michael pleaded.
Lucy moved towards Cassidy's side, "I do what I please."
"You cannot heal her! It is her time! Please Lucifer, do not do this! In father's eyes, you would sin again! You are pushing the threshold of his forgiveness!"
Lucifer smiled a malicious grin, "I never followed the rules before, why stop now?"
She raised her arms in the air, not a sound was heard as her form began to glow in an angelic light. Her suit transformed into a long white flowing gown, her hair became loose and wavy. Gossamer feathered wings appeared on her back, the glow grew and a peaceful calm crept into the hospital.
She leaned close, gently stroking the girl's fevered forehead. Cassidy slowly opened her eyes, the angel smiled.
"Hi Cassidy," she said softly, "…my name is …Lucifer, I'm a friend of your daddy's. He told me that you weren't feeling well."
"Are you an angel?" Cassidy asked with effort.
"Yes, I am."
"Are you going to take me to heaven?" How can a heart not break at this?
"No honey, I'm here to make you better. Your mommy and daddy aren't ready to let you go just yet. You have a lot of growing to do first."
"Lucifer," Michael whispered, "Do not do this…"
She gave him an icy stare, then looked softly at the child again.
"Go to sleep, honey. In the morning, you'll feel great."
Cassidy closed her eyes, Lucifer placed her hands on the girl, one on her head, the other on her chest. The angel closed her eyes and raised her head, her hands glowed brighter than her own natural illumination. The power flew through her body, gently but quickly cleansing the girl of the deadly disease. Michael stood back and watched in silence, he had always though she was her most beautifulness when she healed, witch happened almost never.
The glow of her hands ceased, she tried to raise herself but felt dizzy, Michael appeared at her side and caught her before she fell.
"The body can't handle the power…" She tried to speak.
"It has been a while…"
"I usually never use my powers in force…:"
He stroked her wings, "You were magnificent…"
She closed her eyes and relished in his presence, he held her tight, their eyes drawing their lips closer…
"I cannot…" Michael pulled away.
"Then stop leading me on!" She shouted, "Just go back Michael, you don't belong here, not anymore."
Michael lowered his head and disappeared into the shadows. Lucy could feel a tear fall from her eye, she would not let him do this to her again, the last time was torture, not again.
She looked over to Cassidy, she was now sleeping peacefully, the color had returned to her now chubby face. She'll be a handful again. Lucy knew she had to go as well, she could feel Mark returning, it was time for Sara to wake up anyways.
She disappeared, back to her room at the ranch as Mark walked into the room. He nudged Sara awake and handed her a thick black coffee.
"Any change?" He asked.
Sara shook her head, "No, I can't loose my baby…"
Mark touched Cassidy's forehead, it was cool to the touch. He could hear that her breathing sounded normal, not the raspy deathly sound she had been making before he left. She even yawned as she opened her bright eyes at her father.
"Cassidy?" He whispered.
She smiled at him, "Hi daddy. You're friend came here tonight."
"What friend?" Mark was absolute confused, was this a joke? Or did she really look healthy?
"The angel lady, she said she was going to make me better, and I feel better, and I'm hungry too. Can I have some ice-cream?"
Sara touched her daughter and cried in joy as there was no fever, her skin didn't feel clammy, her eyes were so bright.
"Baby girl, what was the angel's name?" Sara asked.
Cassidy sat up and smiled, "Lucifer."
Chapter 5
Mark couldn't wait tell everyone the news, Cassidy was completely cured. The doctors were confused, it had just been moments before she was on her death bed, but she wants to jump, and play and do all the things a normal four year old does. He ran into the house and banged on Lucy's door.
"Hey are you up?" He couldn't wait for her to get up, he opened the door.
Lucy was lying on her bed, her sheets pulled tight. It looked like she was definitely in a deep sleep, not even the dog's barking woke her up. Even though she was out, it seemed that it wasn't a peaceful sleep, she was shaking.
Mark knelt by her side and touched her sin, it was cold as ice. But before he could pull away, his mind was bombarded with thoughts and memories, screams and wailed rang though his head. Then they were gone. Mark opened his eyes and gazed in shock at his surroundings. He was no longer in his home, he was stating at the top of a man made mountain, he could see an ancient village as the far side of the mound. He turned around saw the three tall polls that stood in the middle of the platform, they must have been a foot thick. There were Roman soldiers all around, and people, dressed in long robes, most of them in black. He raised his eyes to the top of the polls, there was a man attached on each one. They were dressed in nothing but cloth wraps around their hips, the one in the middle wore a thorn crown on his head. The nails imbedded in his hands and feat cause Mark to try to gain control of his mind. Was he really present at the crucifixion of Christ? It seemed so real…
He noticed the small form at the foot of the middle poll, a woman, her head and body covered in the blackest of clothes. Her face caught his attention, it was Lucy, and she was crying. Her beautiful blue eyes teared as she looked up at the dying man, his eyes, the same blue, never leaving hers.
She stood up slowly, reaching his feet with her lips, his poor blood-soaked feet.
She kissed his feat, the blood dyeing her lips red.
"Beloved…" she starred at him, "Please…forsaken him and stay here with me. I will heal you, we can rule this world together! We can be finally together! We can be free of him!"
"My beautiful Lucifer…" He rasped, "How can I leave you here, with so much pain…"
"Beloved, please, say you will be healed, say you will be mine…"
The messiah closed his eyes, a single tear fell, "Forgive me, but I must do as my father commands…"
She stood up, her eyes grew wide, "No…"
"I am this world's salvation, my death shall be their life…"
"Please…do not go…"
"I must….forgive me…my beloved…"
His body fell limp, her heart sank, he had made his choice. Her tears fell hard from her face, the ground began to shake s the Romans and families of the hung men ran around in panic. The devil herself fell to the ground in sorrowfulness…
Mark was shook back into his home, where an angry Lucy was pushing him off her bed.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" She was pissed.
He looked around, yep, he was in her room. What the hell had just happened?
"Hey Mark, earth to Mark, you look like you've just been bitch slapped by Barney." Lucy said as she pulled her house coat on.
Mark got up off the floor, "Um…nothing…well, we have great news. It seemed that the leukemia is gone, there's no trace of any damage or and cancer cells. It's like she was totally cured. It's a miracle!"
Lucy stretched and yawned, "That's good…" She flopped back on her bed and rolled over, man she was drained!
"Lucy!" He pulled her over, "I just said that my daughter was supposed to die last night and now she's chasing the cat around the house! This is big!"
She looked at him with one half closed eye, "I am more than ecstatic about your daughter's recovery, now, please, let me sleep!"
She pulled her covers over her head. He left the room, that wasn't even close to the reactions he thought she should have. She was so strange…
He hadn't seen her in a week, he could only talk to her on the phone. It seemed that Lucy was avoiding Mark, and it was pissing him off. They had an appearance in the Chicago area and she was going to meet him there, finally. When he came home from the hospital, the night before was passed by with laughter and giggles as the unbelievable test results came in folds. She wasn't home when he got there, she had left a note saying she had business back in LA, and at the WWE headquarters.
LA, is that were she was really from? She looked like a Lost Angel sometimes…He had spent a few days with her, and she never talked about herself, it was a don't go there issue with her. She was confusing to him, seeming cold and guarded, but then once, no twice, she seemed a little relaxed. It didn't help matters that she was drop dead gorgeous, he'd never seen a woman that fine, almost too perfect.
He walked into the bookstore, he waved at a few of his fellow Smackdown wrestlers. David Batista, Chris Benoit, even Glen Jacobs, other wise known as Kane, the Undertaker's pyromaniac little brother. They were scheduled there to promote a new book from WWE, another money making gimmick. Lucy had said that she would meet him there, but she wasn't in sight when Mark greeted his colleagues, she was infact not around at all and it was getting late in the night, a midnight signing.
"Vince tells me that you have a new assistance," Said Chris, "I heard she was a looker."
"Yeah well, don't let her looks fool ya, she got brains." He replied.
"Aww…what a nice thing to say." Why does she do that?
Mark turned around and saw her there, dressed in her suit, ready to take on the media.
"Ah thought you were supposed to be here before me?"
"We'll be starting soon." She looked a little tired, "there are lots of waiting fans outside."
"Is there somewhere we can talk?" Mark asked.
Lucy starred at him, "Why?"
"There's some things Ah need to talk to you about, some personal things…"
"Well I…" Danger! She looked around, where was it?.
"Lucy?"
"Hold on…" Where was it coming from?
Mark growled, "Lucy…"
"Hold on!" there it is…
She moved to a door, it was leading to a janitor closet, there was a soft beeping coming from the mop bucket. Lucy peered inside, great, a bomb…
"RUN!" she shouted, but the blast came out. Lucy tried her best to pull Mark down and placing herself between him and the blast. Rubble and derby covered the entire store, people were screaming and crying. The WWE boys had all taken cover, Mark gave Lucy a hand up and looked around. It didn't seem anyone got hurt.
"What the hell was that all about?" Theodore Long shouted, "Batista! This had better not be your stalker!"
"Like I have any control over that psycho bitch!"
"This is the third attempt!" Shouted Glen, "She's not very good at it! That wasn't an explosion at all! Where's the fire?"
Mark smiled at Lucy, "Are you ok?"
"No broken bones, I'm ok" She grinned.
Mark's eyes grew wide as he looked down at her chest.
"What's wrong?" She asked, but he just stood there in shock.
"What's your fucken problem now?" She hated this…
"That plunger handle sticking out of your chest…" He managed to get out.
She looked down, oh yeah, there it was, sticking out where her heart should be.
She starred back up at Mark, her eyes were wider than his.
"Oh shit…" She looked around and grabbed his leather trench coat, covering her…wound…with it, "I got to go…"
"Lucy!" He chased after her, the girl was fast in high heels.
He saw her run into the back, he found in the storage room. She was crying, her one hand tugging at the handle.
Mark couldn't believe what he was seeing, it was an imposable sight, she should be dead, not this…what the hell was going on?
"I can't get it out…" She was crying, "It won't go back in, it won't come out…" She was so frustrated and embarrassed and pissed!
"Turn around." He can't understand it, she should be dead, but with all the weird things going on, what was one more?
It was evident that the wire that was keeping the plunder part on the wooden handle had secured itself in her folds of her clothes.
"Hold still, I'll get it out…" it took a little bit, there was almost no blood…"Alright, it's loose…"
"Just pull it out." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Won't this hurt?"
"Like a bitch, I'm used to it."
He gave it a good pull, it slid out, his face went pale as he watched the hole close, leaving nothing but bare skin, not even a blemish was left.
"Who are you?" Was all he could say.
"I rather not talk here, take my hand." She said softly.
As if he was in a trance, he slowly took her hand, and the room began to spin incredible fast, then stopped. They were back home, his ranch, the living room to be precise.
Lucy sat down on the couch and looked up at him, this is the first time in a week that he has seen another side of her, she looked so lost and helpless, which seemed to make her more beautiful.
"If I told you something that was unbelievable but true, would you believe me?"
He sat down beside her, staring at her intently, "Ah would have to hear it first, Ah can't make any promises, but Ah would try."
She stood up in front of him, she was so nervous. It had been many centuries since she allowed a mortal to gaze upon her, the last time was freighting, it had almost cost Michael's short human life on earth with her. King Herod was an asshole, he got what he deserved.
"I have to show you. It's going to be…I want to show you what I am, then I want to tell you who I am. Please, don't be afraid."
The room filed with a light, her true form was before him. The gossamer wings, the flowing white robes, the warm and calming white light, her angelic form enchanted him.
She took a breath, "I am Lucifer, I am the one who fell from grace."
Chapter 6
Mark's eyes never blink, was what he was seeing really real? He had stories all his life about God and the Devil…their eternal fight for domination of this world, weather it was true or not. He never really gave it a thought, his parents said they were Christians, he did remember sitting in a church once when he was a kid, he married Sara in one…but he never questioned weather they actually existed, it didn't matter to him at the time, but what he saw now changed his views…
Her beauty had no words to describe it, the bible had been right to say they were beautiful beings. Her white gossamer wings seemed to flinch, sometimes opening just a little. Her eyes were soft in the heavenly light, but they were afraid. She definitely didn't look like the sour faced cut throat lawyer she was before, now her face showed fear and confusement, she was afraid at what he would say or do. She was waiting impatiently for a response.
Mark stood up and walked slowly towards her, he took her face into his hands, her hands too hold of his wrists. He couldn't help it, he pressed his lips on hers, electric shot through them.
The fallen angel had never experienced any act of love, even though she did love once. This new sensation made her feel week, her human form could not hold her up for much longer. She held her breath as his sweet lips nipped at hers, new warms crept up her spine.
"Thank you…" He whispered, she was lost in his eyes, "Thank you for not taking my little girl, thank God he sent you to me…"
"What?" Her facial expression changed to a grimace, her eyes grew cold, "Why of all the nerves…!!"
She pushed him away from her, the force wasn't enough to hurt him, but Mark was thankful he landed on the couch.
"ASSHOLE!" She shouted, the room shook as she hiked up her robes and began to storm her way through the opened front door.
"What did I say?" Mark yelled back as he got back to his feet and chased her outside.
"Fuck you!" She shouted back, her bare feet never felt the sharp edges of the gravel drive way.
"Lucy! Will ya just hold on!" He caught up to her and pulled her around by her arm, her left wing almost knocked him on the ground.
"You're just like the rest of them!" She looked up at him with tear filled eyes, "It's always about him! God did this! God did that! Thank God for all the good shit! Fuck him! He's nothing but a self-richest dictator!"
A hysterical angel, no one would ever see that again.
"Lucy! Calm down, we can talk about…" Mark thought he should get her back inside before anyone saw her, all he needed was a paparazzi to snap a picture.
"Lucifer! My name is Lucifer, Satan, the Devil!" She was getting even more angry, "I'm the one that everyone on this planet blames for all their problems!
"I'm sorry! Ah guess the whole angel thing got to me…"
"I hate God! That is the only thing right about the bible! All the rest is nothing but bullshit!" She looked intently at him, "I destroyed Sodom and Gomorra! Not him! I sent the flood! I did all those things and HE got the credit for it!"
She took a step closer to him, "I forced Egypt to free the Hebrew slaves because I couldn't handle another night of their cries for deliverance from a Deft God…and they gave offerings to him!"
Mark didn't now how to handle this, he was still trying to get used to the fact that an angel was before him and not just some angel from heaven! She was claiming to be the Dark Angel of Hell, the one who forsaken God and his holy church to roam free on earth and wreck as much havoc as he could. The first one to rebel against the rules and do his own thing, an evil individual that still to this day could scare little children and eat them for his supper. He would expect a soul dealing, horned red demon from the abysses of Hell, pitchfork in hand and a deal of a life time in the other, not this…not an angel with gossamer wings and a sweet voice, not one with tears in her beautiful blue eyes. He didn't now how to deal with all this, holy and unholy wars, hell and heaven…he didn't what to say or do for her…but the Undertaker did.
He himself loose into the dark corridors of his mind, where the Undertaker's persona stayed until it was needed. It was easy for him, the Deadman was a central part of Mark's personality. He stood tall, taller than he was a moment ago, his eyes never leaving her. She could see the change in his eyes, cool and calculated…
"It this what it's all about?" He said in his low and calming but dark filled voice, "You're jealous that Daddy been taking away your fame and now you want to cry about it?"
Lucifer wiped the last tear from her eyes, using the sleeve of her robe, "No. I never really cared about the glory that followed the destructions I had laid. It was love, he took my love away from me."
Chapter 7
Mark took a quick glance at her as he reached into the fridge and grabbed two cold beers, Lucy was sitting on the couch again, her wings were folded neatly behind her as she pat Gruff. He handed her the drink, she took a big swig.
"Tell me about it." He said as he sat beside her, "Tell me how you ended up here and this feud you have with God."
"Would you believe me if I told you?" She asked.
"There's always two side of the story. Have you ever told anyone your side?"
"It's my word against his and he's already used the bible to poison everyone's idea of me. Who would believe me?"
"Ah would."
She looked at him quizzically, "You would?"
He smiled, "The Devil Ah'd been told about wouldn't cure a dying child, well he might in exchanged for my soul. I don't remember reading any contract that said anything about my soul."
Ah, finally, there was a smile on those sweet lips, they did taste oh so sweet.
"Really? You would?" Her eyes brightened up.
"Of course Ah would. Come on, tell me, maybe it will help you to talk to someone…"
"Alright, I'll tell you. But I won't tell you where we came from, but I will tell you what happened when we got here."
"Fine."
She took a deep breath, "Before we came to this world, it was already inhabited by humans. Small bands, living peaceful, worshiping their gods and just living. God wanted this world for himself, ruled over one god, one people, so he sent in warriors, the angels, to cleanse the earth of their gods and followers. The holy army was two separate armies working as one. Michael, first born of God and his right hand, was general to one army, I was general to the second. We slaughtered the followers first, then we attacked the gods themselves. They fell against my sword with ease, they were not prepared for war as we were. Come to think about it, that's all we were.
"When all the lesser gods were killed or fled, god created the garden of Eden, to remind us of the after affects of death, life. During this time, I would bath in the pools in the garden and watch the humans with their little short lives. I was fond of watching two lovers be together, Mathew said that it called to me, to be with one forever, in love, to touch in love. But that wasn't the way of our people, powerful, immortal gods. I wanted to have what the humans has, to express their love with touch and feel and feel what they felt.
"I thought I had found that in Michael, even though God told us that it wasn't our way. We didn't get anywhere really, it was more talking than actual, sometimes even just a light touch, he was the only one that understood me. Then we were found out. God gave us a choice, to stay in heaven but never be together and follow his rules, or be banished to earth. I wouldn't be there in heaven without being able to be with Michael, so I chose to be banished. Michael, loved God and me, but he chose to stay in heaven and be heir to the holy throne.
"I was so heartbroken, Michael's betrayal and God's failure to understand caused my anger and sorrow to run wild with my powers, my misery created the hell you now, but it's not what you think it is.
"What did you do here?"
"I mostly cause a little trouble now and then, the reason why I destroyed Sodom and Gomorra was because several men wanted to rape me and I didn't want them to, so I blew it up."
Mark handed her another drink, "Did you ever see Michael again?"
"Yeah, Mathew came to me once and told me that Michael would come to me in the form of a child. I had heard that a woman in the village close to where I was staying was with child, the husband was not the father. I knew it was him.
"Jesus, he was Jesus wasn't he?"
She smiled a little, "Yes, he wanted to be with me and thought it was safe to do so, but we never got anytime with each other, not much. He was still God's son, preaching to everyone. Once I got mad at him, he wanted to stay with the people and feed them, they didn't have much food. He had become human and didn't have his powers, except to heal. I gave in to his pleases and made the bread and fish appear before them, they praised him but I didn't care. He looked so happy helping these people. I dreamed of us together, he healing the sick, and I just at his side."
"Ah guess God found out about it?"
"Yes, Gabriel came to him when he was alone in the temple praying. I never went with him to the temples, I was still a little pissed at getting kicked out of the house by dad. Gabriel told Michael that God knows about us and that he was sinning against the holy laws. Michael cried because he didn't want to hurt anyone. God gave him another choice. Since he loves the people here so much, he was to give his human life to them and return to Heaven as a spirit and serve him at his right hand again. The world knows of his choice."
"You must have been hurt."
"I was, he goes back to him and leaves me alone here, I should be used to it. Doesn't matter anyways. There'll never be an us anyways. He chose God and I chose free will."
"He must be fucked in the head to turn you down." Mark said softly as he pulled her face towards him, "Ah wouldn't have given you up for anything in the world, not even heaven…"
"I just want to be loved…" She closed her eyes as he kissed her, his touch driving her into a frenzy.
"Lucy, be with me, tonight…" He whispered in her ear just before he began to nip her neck, "Let me hold you and show you what a man can do for a woman, let me give you what you want most…"
She didn't resist when he lifter her up in his strong arms, there was nothing to her, angels must have hollow bones. He carried her into his room, the master bedroom and laid her on the bed. The white of her robes and wings were whiter against the black silk sheets, he had a hard time hold on as he got lost in her eyes.
Mark pulled his shirt off and crept over her on the bed, slowly sliding her robes over her head, the wings didn't seem to get in the way. She helped him out of his pants, she was glad to see he goes commando. He starred down at her nakedness, her wanting eyes were too much for him to bare. Their hands exploring each other for the first time, seeking their inner most . It didn't take him long to discover the truth of her pureness, kissing from her neck and making it down her breast and belly until he found her moist prize. The angel moaned and grabbed hold of the wooden head board, her body twitching as his tong ravished her. Her wings extended and knocked over the bedside lamp, they didn't notice. She cried out as his tong went deeper, building the moment slowly. He moved away from the soft mound and kissed his way back to her neck, and then her lips. Their tongs explored as he positioned himself for the taking. His mouth moved back to her ear and began to nibble gently, his teeth tenderly pulled at her lobe. Her body quivered as his began to shake.
He bit just hard enough not to break the skin, his shaft striking hard into her untouched soul. She cried out, the angle claps onto her lover and relished in the sharp pain. They held there for a moment, gingerly kissing and nipping each other. The rhythm of nature swaged them back and forth, the energy building within them in perfect harmony. As he moved faster, her fingernails clawed into his back drawing blood. The Deadman growled in delight as the angel cried out to him in ecstasy, their bodies entwined with each other.
He could feel the build of power commanding closer, he could not hold it off anymore. The pace quickened as she dug her nails in deeper, the rush of pain and pleasure was too great for him. Faster he pushed, the need for release overpowered them and within the climax, a rush of power and emotions flooded their minds and body. Mind and body combined as they held their moment tight, their eyes never leaving each other.
After a few moments, they relaxed in their exertion, still staring deeply in each other's eyes.
"My beautiful angel, stay with me, be mine…" His eyes pleased with her, "Ah can't promise that Ah'll be perfect, but Ah so want to try…."
"Oh Mark, I have waited so long to hear those words…" She reached up and kissed him, "I will stay with you, just promise that that you love me…"
"I love you, my beautiful Lucifer, my angel…"
She pulled him down close to her, "My love, thank you…"
Chapter 8
Michael sat silently upon his father's golden throne, it was here that one can view all of the world, any time, anywhere. He stared intently on the sight that filled the large glass blow that floated before him. The sight of his angel in the arms of a human, she was better than that. She looked so week and helpless, just the fact that a human had laid hands on one so pure and powerful! It was wrong! They are the supreme beings! She should be here and ruling at his side! The time will come soon for when judgement will be handed to the people of this world, and others, she should be here with him, serving their Lord and Master.
Walking the earth had changed her, she was no longer the blood thirsty assassin when they had first came. She was an opulent opponent, she was undefeated. He has witness her full fury once, it made their world shake in fear. But how she was glorious! She served well for many centuries, but why now change? Why? They could have been happy here, ruling for now under their lord. But there would come a time where he would become Lord and perhaps he could take her as his bride…
"You seemed preoccupied with distress, oh son of God."
Michael looked up and stared into the eyes of Job, his white hair was short and his face was rather on the long side.
"I have come across some disturbing news, there are things that should not be."
Job leaned closer to the glass, "I see that our little warrior has found a mate, how…mortal of her."
"I have you take back what you have said, she is still one of us even though you believe otherwise."
"Forgive me my lord, I forget that you still grieve over her loss. I will remember." Job turned around and continued up the halls, then he stopped.
"My Lord, do you remember Revelations chapter two, paragraph thirteen?"
"What of it?"
"I know where I dwell, where Satan's throne is; you hold fast my name and you did not deny my faith even in the days of An'tipas my witness, my faithful one, who was killed among you, where I dwells…"
"I do not understand…" Michael had not known the true meaning of the scriptures yet, father had said it was not time, but he did know it had meaning with the end of the world.
"An"tipas…it is Hebrew for…Undertaker."
Michael looked back at the glass, the human was holding her tight, she was smiling…
"Enjoy your time with her, mortal…it shall be short."
The end
