Lucifer

　　I pulled up to the curb of his house and hopped off, walking toward the door.


　　Pulling out a cigarette, I lit it up and entered his home without warning.

　　I walked slowly, giving him time to run and hide.

　　But he was stupid. Just like the rest of these idiots.


　　His heavy footsteps ran through the second floor and I heard a door slam.

　　My inner demon chuckled deeply. Finding this amusing.


　　Going into his kitchen, I turned up the gas on his stove, before turning the stove on.

　　I watched in amusement as the flames hit the roof.

　　It didn't take long for it to start burning. The house was filled with smoke moments later.

　　Sitting on the stool in the kitchen, I pulled out my gun and placed it on my lap.

　　I leaned back in my seat, patiently waiting in the depths of the smoke for him to come down.

　　Once his lungs starts filling with smoke, he'll try to escape it.

　　And soon, I heard him coughing and coming down the stairs.

　　As he descended, his eyes scanned the kitchen briefly. But he still couldn't see me.

　　I started whistling a slow tune, watching as his face filled with fear.

　　He coughed uncontrollably and tried to run out of the house but in an instant,

　　He dropped to the floor and screamed as I shot him in his leg.

　　I walked over to him and took a drag of my cigarette.

　　"Money?" I questioned, squatting to his level.

　　He looked up at me with red, teary eyes. A result of both the smoke and the pain.

　　Weak fucker.

　　"I don't have i-it." He stuttered and I felt my jaw tick.

　　My hands tightened around the gun as anger built up inside of me.

　　"Great." I said, giving him a cold stare.

　　His eyes widened in fear, pleasing me.

　　He knows what's coming, so he closes his eyes tightly and lays still on the floor.

　　I stood over him and without any mercy, I pulled the trigger and ended his life.

　　I tucked my gun away and walked outside.

　　I leaned against my motorcycle and took a long drag before putting out the cigarette.

　　Hopping onto my bike, I sped down the street just as the Fire Department pulled up.

　　Speeding down the road and swerving through traffic had my blood pumping.

　　Adrenaline.

　　I drove home and pulled up to the gates.

　　Security opened them for me and I pulled up infront of my house.

　　I hopped off of the bike and walked inside.

　　"Master Santiago, You have school to attend today." David, my butler, reminded me.

　　"Fuck that." I said blankly, looking at him.

　　"Sir, you have to go today or else you'll be inspected for your continuous absence." He explained.

　　I narrowed my eyes and stared at him coldly.

　　"My bag." I said shortly and he nodded before walking away.

　　Sighing angrily, I ran a hand over my face before walking into the kitchen.

　　Guards stood at every entrance and exit of my house, staring at me emotionlessly.

　　Just like I do to them.

　　I nodded to them as I passed and entered the kitchen.

　　My chefs were at work, cooking me breakfast.

　　Yet I don't eat it.

　　Waste of my fucking money.

　　"Master Santiago, what do you want today?" One of them turned and asked.

　　"Water." I replied and massaged my temple, watching as she nodded and quickly gave it to me.

　　I took it with a single nod and sipped it slowly.

　　Then my eyes snapped to hers and she stared back at me with something in her eyes.

　　And I knew exactly what that fucking was.

　　Pulling out my gun, I shot her in the center of her head.

　　Her eyes were wide open as she fell to the floor.

　　I put my gun back in my waistband and snapped my fingers,

　　Signaling for them to remove her body and clean this mess up.

　　I stared at the other chef, looking for any sign of involvement in her eyes.

　　But I found none.

　　Standing up, I walked back into the living room Just as David came downstairs with my bag.

　　"Your bag, Master." He said, handing it to me.

　　I took it and gave him a curt nod before walking out of the house and hopping back onto my bike.

　　I rode it to school and once I pulled into the parking lot, I got off.

　　Sighing again, I ran my fingers through my hair and leaned against my bike,

　　Making no move to actually go inside.

　　I rolled my eyes.

　　Not like I'm fucking early anyway.

　　I pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. I closed my eyes and took a long drag, then let it out.

　　I calmed down and tried to relax before I had to face any fucking teachers.

　　When I opened my eyes, I saw beautiful green ones staring back at me.

　　These eyes captivated me. I felt so weak under their gaze.

　　It was a curious stare.

　　I only get that when someone fails to realize who I am.

　　Scanning the rest of her face, I realized just how beautiful she really was.

　　Her long, midnight black hair shone as the sunlight from the window fell on her.

　　Her lips were full and pink, making me crave them.

　　I just wanted to k-

　　Fuck that bullshit.

　　Love no one. Trust no one. Fear no one.

　　But her gaze was so warm that I couldn't help myself.

　　Until she looked away.

　　My jaw clenched as my thoughts registered.

　　What the fuck are you doing, Lucifer?, my mind screamed.

　　One little girl won't hurt you.

　　Shaking my head, I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked into the building.

　　I couldn't take her out of my mind. She looked so innocent.

　　I don't know who the fuck she is. But whoever she may be,

　　I fucking want her.