Another Steca, I like this one. Enjoy (and leave a review :p)
31. Best mistake ever!
So this happened.
I mean,
I suppose I could've expected something like this to happen but still…
How could I have known the random stranger I took home from that party was in fact a serial killer and I was meant to be his next victim. So I died because this god awful fucker decided that my life was finished, there's a special place in Hell for people like him and I pray to God that he'll get there soon. But other than the fact that I am now dead, I need to make sure I go to heaven. I hope that God, if he even exists, doesn't mind me having sex so much because I am not looking forward to spending the rest of my days in Hell. Now I'm standing in front of a desk and I'm given a choice
"Hell or heaven" a deep voice sounds through the room even though I'm sure there's no one actually there. I let out a snort
"who wouldn't want to go to Hell, of course I pick that" I swear to God the sarcasm was literally dripping off of that comment, I'm about to say that I'll choose heaven when the voice interrupts me
"very well" it says and I start to panic as everything around me slowly fades.
"WAIT, NO STOP!" I scream "I was joking! Please! Let me go back!" no such thing happens of course, I fall to the floor and let the tears flow freely. I'm still in shock over what just happened.
I think I'm going to Hell.
I don't know how long I sat there, crying. When "hello?" a voice flows through the air and reaches my ears, the voice honestly makes talking sound like music, how is that even possible? It sounds hopeful I guess.
"Is someone there?"
I clear my throat to announce my presence and not a second later someone appears –yes appears, literally appears out of thin air- in front of me, I let out a yelp and jump back. It's a woman, she looks at me with tears in her eyes
"are you real?" she asks, despite everything I can't help but chuckle
"you're asking me?" I say and the woman (or girl, I was never good at guessing someone's age) smiles in a cute sheepish way, she apologises
"sorry, it's been awhile since someone… well I guess this is the first time anyone came here" she smiles a toothy grin but there's a certain sadness in her eyes, I take the time to look at her, not caring whether she thinks I'm a creep. The woman short, has long brown hair, kinda like Lexa from the 100. The woman has deep dark blue eyes, they have so much sadness in them and right now tears are threatening to spill, one does. It goes down her pale cheek and passes her full lips, her chin and falls onto her shirt. Why is she crying, then it hits me. She must be so lonely! The woman wipes her eyes with her sleeves and chuckles softly, managing to make even that sound sad.
"I must once again apologise for my terrible manners, my name is Beca but you might know me as Lucifer or even the Devil or Satan, I like Beca more though since that was my birth name" wait what. Did she just say she's the Devil. No fucking way... What would it be like to… Mind out of the gutter Stacie, focus! Listen to what she's saying. Beca continues "I'll show you to your new home and give you some time to think because I'm assuming it wasn't your intention to get send down here and you made a mistake at the desk or something. It must be quite a shock to be here after everything you've heard about this place, I can assure you it's not as bad as it's made to believe. Anyways, welcome to Hell, I guess. I'll be sure to do everything in my power to make you comfortable here" she offers her hand "now, if you'll please follow me" I take her hand and she pulls me up, once I'm standing she lets go and I find myself missing the contact, I ignore it and follow the short brunette who walks surprisingly fast for someone with legs as short as hers. We go out the big hall we were just in and I see a city just like New York around me, just empty. There are cars parked and shops open but there's no living beings here.
"so what happened to burning for an eternity, you know, all the biblical shit" I ask, this is the first time I spoke to her
"God doesn't like me" is her answer
This day is getting weirder and weirder "you know God"
"I guess you could say that" I guess you could say that, what's that supposed to mean, this woman with her secrecy, I swear to God (is that even accurate right now?) that I will figure it out, even if it's the last thing I'll do. I want to ask her all the questions I can think of but this seems like a sensitive subject and I don't want her to hate me, for multiple reasons. The first being that she is Satan after all and I have no clue what's she's capable off and what I know about her is true. The second is that we're clearly the only living beings here and we'll have to live with each other, if we like it or not. So I keep my mouth shut. Beca brings me to an apartment and excuses herself after telling me everything I need is in there and giving me her phone number. I find a phone quite fast and am pleasantly surprised to see that it's not only up to date, it's also the newest model that earth has. I spend the next few hours or so exploring the place and thinking about what happened today. I mean, don't get me wrong, this is all very shocking and stuff but it's not so bad. Beca seems nice, this place it nice, I'm not burning in a fire and I can appreciate the peace. I call Beca, to see if we can grab some food and talk about this whole situation thingy. She picks up after a few rings
"hey Stacie"
"how do you know my name?" I never told her, not that I remember…
"it's on your file"
"I have a file? What is this, prison?"
"well, no, but in terms of not being able to leave it kinda is, don't worry about it though. When I say file I mean that I got your name, age and a picture"
"well that's a relieve" I sigh "I was wondering if we could grab a bite"
"yeah sure, there's a small diner a few blocks from your place, I'll meet you there"
"alrighty"
I hang up and make my way outside, noticing that there are no locks on the doors here, weird. Well, I guess it wasn't really necessary since no one comes here, that's kinda sad. It doesn't take long for me to find the diner, it is the only place that has the lights on. It feels so weird to walk around in a silent city, that would never happen on earth. speaking of earth, where the hell is this place (pun intended). I'll just add that question to the list. When I open the door the smell of pancakes comes my way, it smell delicious. I don't know why but I wasn't expecting something so tasteful in Hell, I guess this place is just full of surprises. I see Beca standing in the kitchen with an apron on, she looks adorable.
"so how do I say hello to you, do you have a salute or something" I ask with a smirk on my face
she scoffs "I'm not Hitler, please just treat me like a normal person"
I sit down on a barstool and smile "but you're not a normal person right"
"no I'm not" she doesn't look at me "I'm a monster who tried to take over God's place and failed to do so, I am who is responsible for all the misery on earth, I am a bad influence and all the murderers and rapists represent me. That's what the bible says, so that's true"
"you're not a monster" she looks up "well, you don't look like one. And you haven't hurt me in any way yet so that really goes against everything I thought I knew about you… Besides, you're too short to hurt anyone"
A smirk appears on her face, before I know it she's at least 6 feet tall, taller than me even.
"oh" is all I say. she turns back to her original form and I notice that I like that better, I like the way she looks. "alright, you got me on the one" she puts a burger in front of me and I have to say that it looks it looks better than I expected, I take a bite, it's as delicious as it looks "so what's your deal"
she looks up from her food "what's my deal? what do you mean with that"
"well, uhm" I try to find words that won't offend her "you claim that you are not what the bible says about you but then what are you? what's your story"
"oh that" she takes another bite, chews while thinking and swallowing it, I can't help but stare at her lips as they move. It's really hot. "Well, the dude you know as God is my ex, his name's Jesse Swanson and he got his position after his father died. He might be powerful, he is most certainly no stronger than the others up there. Anyway, he fell in love with a commoner and that was me, he made me his queen and together we created this world for when heaven started to overcrowd. When I left him he was so angry at me that he banned me to this place and started to spread terrible rumours about it on earth, your people took it all in and soon everyone believed Hell was a terrible place and I was alone forever. I'm just a normal person, well, sort of, but not a monster"
"I can't believe I'm about to say this but I'm glad I met you"
she smiles a genuine smile "yeah, me too" she takes a sip of her milkshake "I know Jesse will cave eventually, he can't keep everyone content and stuff them all in the same place while he's at it. Now enough about me, what about you?"
I shrug "well there's not much to tell, I am what you'd call a slut. I slept with anyone who looked good because I wanted to feel loved, never in my life had I feel loved. I never felt like I was meant to be" my food doesn't look so appetizing anymore, this is never easy to talk about. Beca puts her hand on mine and gives it a little squeeze
"I'm here for you okay? I am not a people person but you are precious to me and I will treat you with all the love and respect you deserve" I can't help but smile shyly at her
"thanks Becs, it means a lot"
That was pretty much the moment I started falling for her, and it never stopped. I feel like it was inevitable, us getting together and I would've been fine with her just treating me on a nice dinner out but Beca wanted to do everything perfect. She made such a big effort and she made me feel like I was finally where I was meant to be. One day I got a letter, which was weird because Beca and I were still the only ones there. I opened it
Dear miss Conrad, it said, your misfortune has come to my ears and I must apologize for the circumstances under which you were held these past months. I assure you it was never our intention for you to get send to the wrong place, I do hope this letter reaches you in time. I also hope that she hasn't caused you any harm, mentally or physical. Please answer this letter with one of your own, sending it to the same address as this one came from. As you will see, the paper is already here, write on that paper. Please do destroy this letter after you are done reading it so she will not know of it. Our plan is to get you out of there as fast as possible, all while keeping a good alliance with her. Signed Jesse Swanson.
This letter made me mad, it made me sad but it also got me to think about things. Is it too early to say that I love Beca? because I fear that I do. Do I really want to be here forever? Because I fear that I do. Do I really want to punch Jesse Swanson in the face for hurting Beca? Heck yes I do. So I will stay, I'll stay by my devils side. I take the letter to Beca and watch as her face falls while reading it, she still gets hurt.
"It's okay if you go" she says "I understand, just know that I love you"
I can't believe what I'm hearing "you love me?" I just need to hear it one more time
She scoffs "of course I love you! How could I not, you're all I have and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to hate you, you're just too damn lovable"
I pull her in for a kiss and keep her close after we break apart "I love you too" I say "and I'm not going" she looks at me with a happiness in her eyes, she looks so much better than when I first met her. I kiss her again, it's soft and slow, as if we're trying to pour all our love in it. Things escalate quickly though and soon we find the way to our bedroom, the letter still on the coffee table. It catches fire and the ashes are the only things that remain. One thing is sure, life at Beca's side will never be boring and I wouldn't have it any other way.