It All Started with an Apple. Subtitled: Lucifer's forbidden fruit

Chapter 13 Scott and Lucifer

Scott, standing on the front porch of Aelia's house, knows he must be crazy for wanting to see her or speak to her after he caught her having sex with Tristen. He hesitated only briefly when he knocked on the door three times. He knew he should turn and walk away when there was no answer. But something inside of him insisted he try again, turn the knob and walk inside. Nothing in this world could have prepared him for what he finds inside the house.

Scott stands frozen with both shock and fear upon seeing the massive feathers that came forth from the shoulders of the man or creature that was wrapped tightly around Aelia's naked body. He stifles his scream with the back of his hand, tears of denial sliding down his cheek. With one sudden movement, he accidentally stumbles off balance just enough to knock over a lamp and bring the creature's head snapping around to see him. Its inhuman green eyes flash crimson, and its lips curl upward to show deadly canines. Its massive wings spread open like a thick velvet cloud. Scott is stunned to silence; his fear becomes his handicap. He barely has time to blink an eye when the creature suddenly stands before him. Its massive wings pinned him up against the hard, cold wall. Its eyes pierced into his with a look of raw rage. Panic builds within him. Scott struggled to find his voice, but it was as if he were mute. On the inside, he is screaming, pleading with God to help him. Tears stung his eyes, and his entire being was trembling. A slight shift in the air seems to bring everything to a standstill. Shock and awe overrode fear as the creature's eyes again turn green.

Suddenly, Scott feels he knows this creature from somewhere. His familiarity burns through his mind. "Tristen?" Scott rasps. That one simple question takes the creature by surprise, and it takes a few steps back. Tilting its head to the side. A look of amusement washes over its features.

"No, and yes. I was Tristen, but no longer for here and now, child. You stand before my true form. I am the one who rides the winds of time, walking untouched through the flames. I am the deceiver, destroyer of all things pure. And you are standing between what I desire above all other desires." It hisses.

"I... I do not understand." Scott stammers.

"What are you, and how can I be in your way?"

"I am the once beloved, most favored angel of God. I am the fallen son—the seeker of sin. I am Lucifer, and you think you are the light, Scott. The light of all light is the one thing that can save Aelia from me, from darkness. Even if I doubt you could, I am afraid I cannot and will not even allow you to try!" Lucifer growls. He raises his hands. He doesn't hesitate. There is no doubt whatsoever in his mind about what he must do. He would not allow anything or anyone to stand in the way; this human was standing between him and his beloved mortal mate. With one swift movement, he grabs Scott's neck and squeezes, taking his breath and life as if he is no more than a flea, thinking, after all, every great beast or wolf suffers fleas; it's easy enough to scratch.

Scott wants to deny Lucifer's words and say he is done with Aelia. He wants to tell him that he is no threat, not strong enough, but the monster is much faster. Scott has no chance to defend himself. There is no chance to cry out before he feels the very air from his lungs being cut off. He struggles, feeling darkness creeping closer each second. He cannot breathe. He is freezing, trembling with seizure-like spasms as his life's memories slip through his mind like a movie until there is nothing more: blackness, nothingness, icy cold death.

"No...! Lucifer!" Aelia's deafening scream shatters through the night like the cry of a screech owl. Lucifer turns to face her. Their eyes lock instantly, and his armored steel suit is ripped from him. Her anguish is so massive it feels like it is his own. He has caused her unforgivable pain. He felt the electrifying sting of it as if she had slapped him. He wants to reach out and comfort her, but he knows she will reject him. And then she was running past him, falling to her knees beside Scott's lifeless body. Her head was lying upon the mortal's unmoving chest. She wept. Her tears become a river of bitterness and sorrow for what seems like an eternity to him. Lucifer stands watching until he can take no more.