I feel as if I should very much apologize to my readers for my absence, there are many reasons I could give, but most of them would honestly be lies. I have had a very busy summer, and not having a comp or internet would be a very god reason for not updating any of my stories, especially this one. My work hours don't really help either, but as of today, I shall be continuing this story until it's completion, (Which, I have yet to think of. -.- (damn writers block and chizz) but if you'd like to message me about whether or not Alyssa should stay with, or grow away from my dearest Luci, then feel free to review your opinions~ I will read them all and make my decision then
Upon awaking, I noticed two things, one: that I was alone in the room, and that two: I was actually in my room. Not the one buried in hell, the one on the surface. It was both a relief and a comfort to see my robins egg blue walls, to feel my cotton sheet over me, and pilow top of my queen sized bed under me. But, the other half was worried, what had happened after I closed my eyes, and to be honest, how much time had passed. Time works differently in heaven and in hell than on earth, while it may only be a few minutes on earth, a hundred years could pass throug heaven.
I got up and then looked around, dust had accumulated on everything, an there was a stale scent in the air. My eyes rolled on their own, of course he'd send me back to dusty, smelly house. Maybe that was my punishment (For whatever crime I committed in my sleep for crying out loud.) cleaning my own house after a few months of not living there. I groaned an then rubbed my eyes. "Jesus H. Christ, Imma kill that man one of these days." I muttered before walking down to my kitchen, which was, as I had imagined, covered in dust.
I wonder what the neighbors would think if I made a public appearence. I did kinda vanish out of thin air. Meh, thank you Lucifer, for ruining what little life I had. I thought, imagining the little evil laugh he should be doing in hell right now while making myself some coffee, another luxury that was earthly only. or well, I had thought, as I had never had coffee in hell...oh well, I have it now, and Imma cherish that stupid caffeinated drink with my life.
It was the sound of something hitting my door that caused me to pull myself out of my thoughts, and blinking, I made my way to the door, gulping at the sight of the massive pile of letters, cards, and every toehr thing imaginable. "Yup, God bless my soul, he's dead, the little butthead." I growled my happy smile turning into a frown. Moving the pile was pretty easy, only suffering minor injuries. Once I got outside though, it was a completely different sight.
The town was dead, windows boarded up, doors either broken down, missing or out in the street. The cars were dented, windshields, windows, and various other parts of the cars were broken. "Mother trucker...what the hell happened!?" I gasped, taking a small step back. there was litter everywhere and then I gulped, making my way back inside and then insecting my house. It was untouched, surprisingly, and most of the stuff still worked, which made me wonder. Biting my lip, I made my way up to my room and then changed my lovely nightgown for something more durable, cargo pants, a black wifebeater, and a leather jacket.
The also made me pause. I had never owned a single thing in this outfit. This is too weird, what the ever loving flip is happening!? I thought to myself, going in to a near panic mode. I now finally made my way outside, fully, moving into a street and looking around. "Aww fluck, It was a freaking zombie apocalypse." I muttered, groaning and knowing the look on my face would cause someone to keel over and die on the spot. Ooooh~ Dark thoughts, God, I need to stop watching horror movies so much, and hanging out with Luci.
"Not exactly Zombie you see, it was much worse." Said a male voice from behind me. I whirled around and struck a threatening pose, only to blink at the sight of a pudgy-ish guy with graying hair standing there...in a suit...and very well manicured. If I could sniff right, he was also wearing a very expensive...imma shut up now.
"Who are you!?" I cried out, ready to tug my hair out and curl up.
"My name is Zachariah. I brought you here to show you how the world would be if you let Lucifer continue with his world domination plan." He explained, giving me a soft look.
I raised a brow and then tilted my head before shrugging, well, in my mind, it made sense, but, oh damn, how do I trust this...this...I get the feeling he'd play out to be a douche-nozzle. "And I should trust you...why?" I asked, trying to play my fear off as casualness, hoping he'd not sense my uprising panic and fear.