Lucifer

　　I drove to the house, the roads were very familiar to me.


　　Her house came into view as I turned the corner and I instantly smirked to myself.

　　It was a small flat. Painted dark pink and decorated with bright flowers outside.

　　She was always good at decorating. Making things look nicely on the outside.


　　But fucking terrible on the inside.

　　I pulled into her driveway and parked before getting out.


　　I didn't bother knocking on her door, I just used the spare key under the doormat.

　　Rolling my eyes at the stereotypical 'hiding spot', I unlocked the door and walked in.

　　I was immediately hit by the smell of weed. Something she had gotten addicted to over the years.

　　The floor was littered with empty liquor bottles and ashtrays.

　　Massaging my temple, I walked further into the house just as she came out from in her bedroom.

　　"Zayn!" She slurred loudly, rushing over to me and hugging tightly.

　　I hated hugs. God fucking knows I despise them. But I'll allow them any day, once it's h-

　　Shut the fuck up.

　　Sighing, I patted her back. Both a sign that I was there and a sign that she should fucking let go of me.

　　Thankfully, she did. She backed up and stumbled over to the kithen area, while I leaned against the wall looking at her.

　　"So who's the girl?" She said between hiccups.

　　"My business." I told her coldly, making her look at me.

　　"I can't help you if you don't speak to me, Lucifer." She said, narrowing her tired eyes at me.

　　"You seem to have forgotten who you're speaking to." I warned, walking closer to her.

　　"I just don't get it! You loved me! You had all of this! Then you left to go with someone who can't even keep her legs cl-" She started before I pulled my gun out.

　　I sat on her small sofa, placing my gun on my lap and leaning back in my seat.

　　There was a lit cigarette in one of the ashtrays on her table.

　　I picked it up and took a long drag. I held in the smoke before letting it out.

　　I placed the cigarette back and looked at her before speaking.

　　"You slept with most of my men, wrong?" I asked her coldly.

　　She shook her head, closing her eyes briefly.

　　"I-" I cut her off.

　　"Then tried to steal from me, no?" I questioned, standing up.

　　She shook her head again and I smiled darkly at her.

　　"You should thank God that I left you alive, Samantha." I said, walking around the counter and backing her up against the counter.

　　Her back hit the counter and I placed my hands on either side of her waist, caging her in.

　　I leaned my head down, my lips hovered over hers before I switched them to her ears.

　　"Give me what I want, Samantha." I said lowly, inhaling deeply.

　　She smelled like smoke and cheap perfume. A combination that never mixed well.

　　Her hygiene was something she never cared about. Something she still doesn't care about to this day.

　　She placed her hands on my chest, looking up at me with unfocused eyes.

　　"I..." She trailed off, her smoky breath hitting my face.

　　"Tell me. Now." I told her, pushing her deeper into the counter.

　　"You'll die within the first sunrise if you do not stop, Lucifer." She spoke, reaching her hand up and placing it on my face.

　　I pulled away, staring at her coldly as I leaned against the counter furthest from her.

　　"You said you could help." I looked at her, gripping my gun tightly.

　　"I'm sorry. But you can always come back to me, Lucifer. I can make you feel good." She said, coming closer to me.

　　I rolled my eyes at her idiocy, massaging my temple as I thought.

　　"It can go back to the way it was," She continued, wrapping her arms around my neck.

　　"Just me," She said softly, looking down at my lips. "And you." She finished, placing her lips against mine.

　　I stood there, not doing anything as she went to town on my lips.

　　She kissed me deeply, wanting me to respond. But I never did.

　　My anger finally registered in my head and I rolled my eyes, grabbing my gun and shooting her in her leg.

　　The gunshot rang throughout the walls of her small house.

　　She screamed out in pain, falling to the floor with a loud 'thud'.

　　I crouched next to her, dragging my gun down here legs and shooting her in the other one.

　　Tears poured out of her eyes as she looked down at her bleeding legs.

　　I've always wanted to end this, but I just never got around to doing it.

　　Samantha Davis was an old acquaintance of mine. We had something-

　　Well, it was nothing to me. Just meaningless sex when I got bored or frustrated.

　　She was just always there. I can't deny that I used her. But it's not like she didn't know why I showed up at 3 in the morning every week.

　　Pinching te bridge of my nose, I got up and walked over her body.

　　Her blood was all over the floor as she silently cried and whimpered.

　　I had no emotions. No heart.

　　She meant nothing to me. I could never get back all of the men and money I wasted because of her.

　　Rolling my eyes, I walked over to the living room and picked up her phone.

　　I dialed 911 and walked back over to her. I was about about to hand her the phone, but instead,

　　I placed it on top of the counter. She'd have to really fight to get it.

　　She had no legs to stand on so I could only imagine her struggle.

　　I chuckled darkly and shook my head before exiting her house.

　　I hopped into my car and started it before pulling out of the driveway and speeding down the street.