I had been writing a Bible comedy about the Arch-angels. And so, randomly, I decided doing a full out story about them might be fun. It involves action, angst, family, hurt, comedy, and the whole nine yards. It might be kinda long. Lucifer and his band of fallen angels (Bee, short for Beelzebub, Lily, short for Lilith, Sev, short for Seven, Maria, and Fate) go through a pretty big time. And trying to write this, let me tell you. Like trying to draw blood from a boulder encased in ice at the bottom of a lake with a bendy straw. But, I digress. Enjoy. And happy reading and reviewing.

Disclaimer :: Don't own Lucifer. Well, this IS my version of Lucifer, but WHATEVER LOL. Don't own Beelzebub or Lilith. But I do own their versions. I do own Sev and Fate and Maria. And I DON'T own the Bible. Thank your God.


WARNING

If you dare to read this story,

you become part of the Experiment.

I know that sounds a little mysterious -

but it's all I can say right now.

Lucifer


Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving till your next birthday. Yes, you, sitting there leafing through this fan fiction. Do not close this screen out. I'm dead serious – your life could depend on it.

This is my story, the story of my family, but it could just as easily be your story too. We're all in this together; trust me on that.

I've never done anything like this, so I'm just going to jump in, and you try to keep up.

Okay. I'm Lucifer. But call me Luce. I'm fourteen. I live with my family, who are five kids not related to me by blood, but still totally my family.

We're – well, we're kind of amazing. Not to sound too full of myself, but we're like nothing you've ever seen before.

Basically, we're pretty cool, nice, smart – but not "average" in any way. The six of us – me, Bee, Lily, Sev, Maria, and Fate – were made on purpose, by the sickest, most horrible "scientists" you could possibly imagine. They created us as an experiment. An experiment where we ended up only 98 percent human. That other 2 percent has had a big impact, let me tell you.

We grew up in a science lab/prison called The Paradise (pfft), in cages, like lab rats. It's pretty amazing we can think or speak at all. But we can – and so much more.

There was one other Paradise experiment that made it past infancy. Part human, part evil – all predator: They're called demons. They're tough, smart, and hard to control. They look human, but when they want, they are capable of morphing into monster-like creatures, complete with scaly skin, fangs, and razor-sharp nails. The Paradise uses them as guards, police – and executioners.

To them, we're six moving targets – prey smart enough to be a fun challenge. Basically, they want to rip our throats out. And make sure the world doesn't even know it.

But I'm not lying down just yet. I'm telling you, right?

This story could be about you – or your children. If not today, then soon. So please, please take this seriously. I'm risking everything that matters by telling you – but you need to know.

Keep reading – don't let anyone stop you.

Luce. And my family: Maria, Bee, Lily,

Sev, and Fate.

Welcome to our nightmare.


R&R!