The Devil Likes Lemon Cupcakes

The Devil Has A Sweet Tooth

               »She was the kind of girl who could make dying beautiful.

                    With a cigarette perched between her lips and scars

            ghosting across her skin, she made us believe that everything

             she did was an act, a performance, as if her life were nothing

                but prologue to the masterpiece that would be her death.«

                                                        M. K. Wilde

My brother favoured the big blue eyes of my mother, unlike me who inherited a strange mix of light green and brown from my father. Hazel eyes. My mom was a petite woman with sharp features, her cheekbones reminded me of razor blades but her short hair softened her appearance. She was a strong-headed individual with even stronger beliefs which usually collided with mine.

»Can you believe it? They raised the price on corn again! I swear Lucija, if you eat any more of that stuff, you're going to turn into a chicken.« She said and put the bags with groceries on the kitchen counter. She was just about to say something but then she glanced at Luc who was still siting on my brother's chair like nothing had happened. »And who might you be?«

Lucifer smiled with a gentle, sincere grin. »Luc,« He reached out with his hand. »your daughter's friend.« Yeah right, if my mom knew who you really were...all hell would break loose.

»How come I've never met you before?« She directed the question at him, but threw a curious glance at me.

»I am a new friend, Mrs. Morison.« He answered with a sweet, inviting voice that would make any woman blush.

Mom chuckled and gripped her cross pendant hanging around her neck. »So, Luc, are you christian?«

»Mom!«

»What?«

»I told you a hundred times – not to ask my friends about their religion.« I growled.

»Why not, is just a question-«

»A rude one...« I rolled my eyes.

»Not a christian.« Luc intervened, locking his fingers together.

She opened the fridge and carefully stacked new packets' of low fat butter. »Are you religious?«

»Mom!«

»All right,« She placed a bag of fresh tomatoes in the vegetable compartment. »I take it back.«

»Your cupcakes are delicious, Mrs. Morison.« Lucifer offered the humanity another one of his charming smiles.

»Really,« She peeked from the side of the refrigerator door. »you think so? Not too fluffy?«

»I doubt anything could be called too fluffy, they are perfect the way they are.« If I wouldn't know better I would think that the Devil was kissing my mom's ass.

»Well thank you! What manners, why can't you two be more like him?« She cast a dissatisfied stare my way.

»I have ADHD-« Jan took a bag of chips out of the cupboard.

»No you don't.« I interrupted him. Every time he needed an excuse he used the same one – ADHD – Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Basically it's a disorder that causes hyperactivity, inattention, disruptive behavior – you could say that people affected by it have an attention of a golden retriever that yells –squirrel- every now and then. My brother wasn't affected by it.