Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Romancing Lucifer ❯ Contract 3: Lucifer ( Chapter 3 )

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Romancing Lucifer

By: Melissa Norvell

Contract 3: Lucifer

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"Lucifer?" The confused Nepali boy glanced to the blonde in question.

Yaone seemed happy to see her lord again. It was almost like doing business with him came second nature to her. "Nice to see you again, Lucifer-dono (1)," she bowed before the dark king of the Eastern Skies.

"Yaone, have you fulfilled your part of our agreement as if yet?" Lucifer decided to bring official business up before asking the girl why he was summoned. After all, she was on a mission for him and he expected good results.

"Well, I hope to do that very soon," Yaone had a plan and hopefully the transaction that was about to be made would cause her to be one step further to that said goal.

"What is this? Who is he?" Seraj was confused beyond all recognition as he pointed to Lucifer, who stood a few feet to the side of him.

"Did you not just hear him? Of course, he's Lucifer," the blonde introduced her lord and savior yet again. Some people were just dense.

"There's no way that Lucifer can be that!" The boy said in disbelief as he pointed to the dark angel again. This time, Lucifer seemed a little offended at being called that.

"Looking like that, you don't have any right to insult me," the angel insulted him calmly, despite his unamused look. A simple human such as Seraj should be humbled to met someone like him, not only that but little did the boy know that he would be involved in his life from this point on a daily basis, so he had better get used to him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Seraj fumed. Did Lucifer just try to imply that he was ugly or plain-looking? While his inner self had to admit that Lucifer was absolutely gorgeous and could put any school prince to shame, he had his pride and he wouldn't let some piece of crap angel tell him that he wasn't good enough, especially if he was who he had claimed to be.

"Seems like you're getting along fine," Yaone smiled slightly. Her plan was working, at least for the time being. Soon, everything would be set into motion.

"What did you do?" The Nepali boy turned swiftly to his friend and demanded that she tell him what all of this was about.

"You wanted to get revenge on that sinful girl, so I had you perform a ritual so that you could fulfill that desire," the blonde explained. It was simple enough really.

"What is Lucifer doing here then? What does it have to do with him?" The tan-skinned boy proceeded to question. He didn't need Lucifer's help for that. He didn't need Lucifer's help, period! It was entirely against his religion!

"By going under the ritual, you made a contract with him," Seraj had been tricked into forming a pact with the devil himself.

"What!?" He exclaimed. "You're joking! There's no way that I can believe that this man is who you say that he is," there was absolutely no proof that this angel-imposter was even Lucifer at all. Seraj refused to believe it without solid evidence.

"Does he not look like the statue?" Yaone gestured to the large angel statue.

Seraj glanced at the sculpted angel, then at the real one. Sure enough, she was right and in so many ways. It was unbelievable how much Lucifer resembled the statue and if this man truly was Lucifer himself, then he was not like anything that he had ever imagined. The man was tall, a good six foot five and his wings were massive. The black feathers shone with the brilliance of an onyx stone and his pale skin was toned and flawless. His piercing red eyes seemed to look at you even when his sights weren't on you and his green hair shone all of the colors of a mint green piece of silk. Four clumps of long hair that seemed like bangs hung down on both sides of his forehead and for that moment in time, Seraj could see why he was considered God's most perfect angel. The real thing did the statue no justice.

The only thing that was different about the two was that one wore robes and shackles and the other wore a black suit with a white under shirt and red tie. His black coat was nothing extravagant, just a simple knee-length black coat with a split in the front and back and two lines of buttons in the front.

Lucifer was a man of refined style. It would make sense since he thought so highly of himself.

"You're just trying to scare me," the boy concluded. This was more witchcraft than anything else. What living thing could sprout from the fire of a torch? He'd only believe a bogus thing like that if he were on drugs.

"No, he actually is Lucifer," Yaone told him.

"I don't believe him. There's no way that you're Lucifer," Seraj would not believe such a thing until he had solid proof.

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Lucifer asked. To him, the whole situation was amusing, for he often knew the fate of those who questioned or doubted his existence.

If this was the person that Yaone had picked out for him, then things would definitely get interesting. He had to hand it to her; she had possibly found someone worthy of his expectations.

"Lucifer is an aura, a spirit, a presence. Lucifer is everyone and it isn't just one person." That is, after all, what Seraj's culture believed. By the rules and standards of his branch of Muslim Religion, the man who stood before him was no more than a false mad man who strapped a pair of angel wings on his back and preformed black magic to believe that he was born of the flames, just as the Lucifer in Christianity was.

"Everything has an origin. I can also shape shift. The ability to be influenced by sin is that of human nature. The temptation is there but if you take that temptation and chose that path, then you are succumbing to 'evil's will' so to speak," Lucifer explained.

"What do you mean, so to speak?" Seraj questioned.

"What is evil and what is not is in the eye of the beholder. It cannot be set within rules and neither can what is right. Following a God blindly and being brainwashed by their 'holy' rules does not signify a true 'right' in the world," the dark angel told him. What was evil to one culture was kind to another, so should an entire culture burn in hell because of their beliefs?

"Doing whatever you want is a loss of control. How is that right?" Seraj didn't see the point in living a chaotic life. A loss of control was a loss of faith and he would not have any part of it.

"Being a 'Lamb of God' is being a slave and so is following commandments and rules," the angel argued.

"You're just pissed because you were thrown out for being too prideful," Seraj shot. Even if it was lame, it was his only defense against the other man. It took all he could muster to keep from getting shaken up by the angel. There were parts of what he said that made his doubt his own religion a little.

He definitely needed to go pray and regain faith.

"If you're the prime example of his masterpiece that he calls a human being, I have good reason not to subjugate myself to you."

"What!? How dare you!" The boy was outraged that he would say something like that to him! Now he was saying that he wasn't good enough to bask in his presence too?

"You're the fool who put themselves into a binding contract with me. You think that you're a prestigious figure? Cavorting with the devil is definitely a sin, not to mention the fact that you made a binding contract with him," the tan-skinned angel smiled placidly. He had clearly won this conversation a long time ago. It was amusing how desperate religious people were when they were trying to explain the technicalities and flaws of their religions.

People would say anything to cover up their flawed systems.

"Well, I want out." This was not what Seraj asked for and to be honest, it wasn't what he wanted either. He should have listened to his instincts and he wouldn't be in this predicament.

"You can't do that," Lucifer stated simply.

"I didn't agree to this," the boy argued.

"Apparently, you did."

"This is against my religion."

"I'm against most people's religions. It's nothing new," Lucifer was nonchalant towards the turn of events. He had the soul that he had asked for, and now he was satisfied.

Seraj looked to the blonde. He wanted to know why he was betrayed. "Why? Why did you do this to me?" She completely ruined his life and now he was stuck to a life of sin with Lucifer himself as his personal guardian angel.

Nothing good would come of this.

It was just a sick, twisted, Satanic kick she was getting.

"You wanted to. What did you think this was going to be? Honestly, you asked to commit a sin and who better then to help you then Lucifer himself?" Yaone stated nonchalantly. The pact had already been made, the sacrifice had been set and her plans were in motion. Lucifer seemed to like the candidate as well, which meant there would be no going back on her plans now.

"I can't believe this." Two people had gone against him in the course of a month. How could this be? What was happening to him?

"You were so sure about it before," Yaone told him.

"You tricked me somehow."

"I didn't trick you at all. You agreed to everything," the blonde pointed out. She had warned him of everything and it was his fault for not heeding her warnings and being blinded by sin. He had no one to blame but himself.

"I don't want this," Seraj seethed.

"You can't take it back. You belong to me," Lucifer's voice remained calm, cool and collective. It was as if this man had no weakness.

"I don't belong to anyone," Seraj argued. Just then, a hand with an elaborate jeweled ring on each finger reached out and grabbed the side of his face, caressing it with a strong, yet gentle touch and he soon found himself staring into those chaotic red eyes. For that moment in time, he could only see his own image in the crimson depths.

"No, you belong to me," he heard the angel's deep voice reverberate his eardrums.

This winged figure captivated, yet frightened him. Seraj pulled away and looked to Yaone. "What? Can't I do anything about it?"

The girl shook her head. "Afraid not. You should have known what you were getting into."

The golden-eyed boy looked back at Lucifer with a dogged determination. "I will never give in to you."

"Then that will make things interesting, won't it?" Lucifer was amused by the challenge. This would be fun. Besides, the helpless captive motif was sorely overdone. Something with a little more fire would be exactly what he would need.

'What did I just get myself into?' Seraj wondered with dread. He was joint partners with Satan and there was no escape. At this point he was wondering if he would soon be drug down to hell with him as well.

There was no telling what this man was capable of if he were really Lucifer.

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The two men walked down the side of the concrete walkway, both were silent and had been for a while. Lucifer glanced around at all of the people who had been out and about that day. It was a rare chance that he himself came into the upper world, and he marveled at how much sin and corruption was around him, even now people were committing such acts right in front of him. If felt nice to walk among the sinful creatures that God had proclaimed to be his most prefect creations and at every turn, have them do something to prove him wrong.

Yaone said nothing as she walked along with them. Lucifer lagged a bit behind but made sure to keep them in his sights.

"Do you hate me?" Yaone asked as if what happened didn't really make a difference, but it was a tone that Seraj had been used to.

"I don't know what to think," the Nepali boy was at a loss for words. All that reeled through his head were images of the ritual, the statue and the form of that angelic man that he couldn't rid himself of. Lucifer was the most beautiful man that he had ever seen, it was no wonder people were tempted into lusting after him. He made men question their sexuality.

"You can get revenge now, at least."

"What's he going to do with me?" While he was on the subject of lust, he decided to ask the blonde that question. Who knew when the angel would appear again? He glanced over his shoulder and saw nothing behind them and it was well enough, he didn't want to give him any ideas.

"He won't do anything but help you, unless you cross him," the blonde looked at him with a smile.

"Great, I'm stuck with him. Is that what you're trying to tell me?" Seraj didn't like the idea that she couldn't give him a straight answer.

"Pretty much," she beamed happily.

He didn't see what was so happy about the subject at all.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" Seraj glared. She had been taking the whole situation lightly. There was no doubt in his mind that the girl was getting off on this whole scenario.

"I never said that it was but I do find it ironic," Yaone noted.

"You would. You have a dark sense of humor like that," Seraj grumbled.

"In more ways than one," the girl pointed out. He wasn't quite sure what the underlying motives were behind that statement but he didn't put too much thought into it either.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He didn't expect an answer.

The girl stopped in front of her house. "I'm home. I'll see you tomorrow, Seraj."

"Wait! You didn't answer my question!" The black-haired boy called out as Yaone walked up her driveway. When she was half-way to her house, she turned and looked at him.

"Why would I? I want you to figure it out for yourself."

"I deserve an explanation! You're the one who got me into this mess!" He yelled from the concrete walkway in irritation.

"...and you accepted my help," she stated coldly.

Seraj was silent.

"I'll see you tomorrow," the girl dismissed as she walked the rest of the way up her driveway and entered her house, shutting the door on Seraj and the rest of the outside world.

After standing in front of the blonde's house for a while, the Nepali boy began to walk home again, immersed deep in his thoughts. 'Great! This is just lovely! I'm stuck with Lucifer haunting me and no one can or wants to help. How am I going to get out of this one?' The boy thought to himself as he walked past the dark angel, who was leaned against a nearby building.

Seraj hadn't even noticed him; he simply walked by with his head down and his hands in his pockets. Apparently there was something interesting on the ground.

'He looks so vulnerable. So, this is the boy that Yaone picked out for me. I hope that he doesn't disappoint me. Perhaps I should have a little fun.' A coy smirk crossed his features as he walked after Seraj and placed a hand on the boy's slender shoulder.

Seraj defensively whipped around and found himself nearly chest to chest with the angel. "Wha-?!" He flinched, and then looked up to see that he was nose-to-nose with the gorgeous angel. For a moment, he felt breathless. "What the hell are you doing walking up out of nowhere and scaring the hell out of people!?"

"Seeing that look on your face is pleasing," Lucifer commented. It seemed that Seraj was a man of many reactions. He made note of that for future references.

"Why don't you go away? I told you, I'm not interested in your games," the Nepali boy waved his hand in a manner that seemed to tell Lucifer to bug off.

"I'm not playing games," the angel's face turned serious.

"What?" Seraj asked as the side of his face was nuzzled by the angelic man. His skin was hot against his own. The sudden contact caused him to yelp and pull away. "What are you doing?"

"You belong to me." It was the third time that Lucifer had said it, and it just sounded plain creepy coming out of his mouth like that. It almost sounded like a sick infatuation.

"I don't belong to anyone but me, you perverted psycho. I bet those wings aren't even real," the boy accused and pointed to the massive black wings that protruded from his shoulder blades.

"You can come and see if you want." It almost sounded like another sick game of his but Seraj was too curious to pass up the offer.

He walked over to the angel and lifted up his wings in the back, to try and see how exactly they were attached to his body. They felt warm and powdery soft. They were so realistic that they even smelled like the powdery scent of a bird. Harshly, the boy grabbed the base of one of the wings and tried to give it a good yank, but it didn't come free.

This surprised him.

"What the hell?"

"Believe me now?" Lucifer smiled placidly.

"Don't take this the wrong way or anything but can I look down the back of your shirt?" Seraj felt strange asking such a question but it was the only way that he could find out for sure if Lucifer wasn't just messing with him.

The angel agreed. Anything that would allow his helpless victim to see the perfection of his body and possibly tempt his frail human feelings to sway. He unrobed his black jacket and loosened his red tie. Then, Lucifer unbuttoned a few buttons on his white, button-up shirt as she boy pulled his collar out in the back and glanced down his back to see how his wings were connected.

They were attached and that's all there was to it.

His golden eyes widened in shock as he came to the conclusion that he was a real angel. Not only that but he had two brands on his shoulder blades above and slightly to the right of each wing. On one side was a giant X that nearly covered all of his shoulder blade and on the other was the symbol of 666 and both symbols appeared to be branded onto his skin with a branding iron.

"Wait...You have tattoos?" Seraj asked curiously.

"They aren't tattoos," Lucifer responded a bit lowly.

"What are they then?"

"They are brands."

"Brands?" Seraj questioned as he looked up at the man's face from over his shoulder.

"Yes, but what concern is it of yours?" The angel asked coldly. He damned himself for that one moment of weakness in his usually flawless attitude. Until now, he had shown no change in voice, no matter how saddened or angry he had been with the subject matter. The tiny infraction would cost him in the future.

Seraj drew back from him. "Oh well...I was just wondering and-" The boy's words were cut off as the angel's shirt fell to his mid back. Not only could Seraj see that his wings were attached but he could also see the full extent of the deep brands. His eyes grew wide in aghast.

"I was branded with these as punishment for all that I had done to defy God," Lucifer explained. If nothing else, they would prove that he was who Yaone had said that he was.

The curious male began to reach up. He wanted to touch them but he had second thoughts as he drew his hand back. "That looks painful," he felt a little sorry for Lucifer and again, he found himself confused at what to think about the situation.

"You have no concept of pain."

"I do a lot more then you think," Seraj defended. Sure, he didn't know what being branded was like, but he knew pain in other aspects.

"Is it really so bad to be around me?" Lucifer asked as he pulled up his shirt and straightened his tie to fit back over the collar of his shirt.

"Yes, if you are who you say you are," the Nepali boy responded.

"What's wrong with a little corruption?" The angel asked as he buttoned his shirt.

"Don't tempt me," Seraj warned.

"Well, remember this - if there weren't sinners like me, then your god wouldn't be so glorified and holy, right?" The long-haired man glanced over his shoulder and smirked a little.

"Don't flatter yourself," the boy really was tired of Lucifer's mouth.

"You're just angry that no one will flatter you." What an insecure boy he was.

"What?"

"You're a human, after all." Again with the human remarks. Was he trying to make him beat the shit out of him?

"What's that supposed to mean?" Seraj glared.

"Find it out, since you like to act so smart," Lucifer told him with that same placid smile. It was beginning to really sicken Seraj. It made him want to smack it right off of his face.

"I don't know who you are but I definitely know that you're some kind of angel." That was a fact that he was sure on. Those wings were not fake and whether he was a devious spirit charading as Lucifer or the real thing would come to pass but for now, he would keep him at a distance.

"In order to deduce that, you must believe in angels," Lucifer told him.

"I do."

"It's a start," the light-skinned man smiled.

"Why are you talking to me anyway?" Seraj's voice sounded disgruntled and he had to turn away to keep himself from getting lost in the red eyes of the beautiful angel.

"I'm bored and it's amusing," the answer was as nonchalant as ever.

"No, it's creepy," Seraj warned.

"I have to keep an eye on you," Lucifer commented.

"Why?" Seraj really wished that he wouldn't.

"In case something comes up."

"I already told you, I don't want to be a part of this," the black-haired boy really wished that he would stop getting stalked, molested and otherwise antagonized by the black-winged shadow.

"You have no choice. The two of us are bound together by a contract. It really is futile to keep running away, Seraj, I'll always find you," the angel commented, making him sound more like a stalker then previously. This didn't make him want to get closer to him whatsoever, especially because he used the slightest of edge on his voice to make it known that he was adamant about his decision to follow him to the ends of the Earth.

"Why do I think this runs a lot deeper than a simple contract? I feel like I've been set up by you two," Seraj couldn't explain it, but he had a feeling that Yaone and Lucifer had something going on behind his back and he was just some little experiment to their cause.

"I'm sure that you'll find our contract most interesting once you figure everything out," Lucifer told him. Indeed things would get very interesting between them, all in due time.

...To Be Continued...

NOTES:

-dono- The suffix -dono is used when placing one with the utmost respect. It's even greater then -sama. It can be translated into 'lord' as well.