Lucifer

She didn't deserve to die...

Lucifers POV

I've been called corrupted,evil,sinister.....but she didn't think so.It was just that one night that changed everything,the night she died. "Lucifer!Where are you?"  Sis said, I giggled madly.I watched her feet from underneath the bed as she stepped closer and closer to me, I covered my mouth to contain the noise of all the giggles that blurted out....."boo!" Sis said. My body jerked upwards and hit my head on the bed,when I had finished my struggle to get out of the bed I turned to sis "ouch..." I say "you didn't have to scare me like that...". "But that's what makes it fun!" She said as she tried to surpass the temptation of laughing. The front door creaks open, "awww I guess the funs over today" sis whispers "See you in the morning lucifer "she whispers as she creeps quietly to her bedroom.Father always comes home grouchy,usually getting drunk afterwards, i hate him.Hes horrible

I fall over onto my bed and stretch my arms and legs,as I eventually fall into a slumber.

"Lucifer help!" Something echoes down the hallway along with muffled screams. My curiosity takes over me and I walk cautionly down to where the I heard the screams best. Along the way I see several empty and some smashed bottles of wine, "father,where is he?" Not that I cared because he hated me. I continued to let my legs walk themselves until I reached to open sis's door. As soon as I saw the sight I started to gag harshly and it felt like my insides would come out through my mouth.....then the words sunk into me, S H E W A S  D E A D I couldn't control my tears as they came out so swiftly,the sight made me wretch. There lay the only person I cared about.......my Sister with her stomach slit and pools of blood surrounding her, my father sprayed in the corner obviously passed out from alcohol, he carried a silver knife with dried blood on the edges of the knife. Since I didn't care about father and I knew I already had nothing left, I decided that father didn't deserve to live a happy life, at least not a life anyway.

I carefully slid the knife out of fathers hand and stabbed him in the chest. It didnt feel bad at all.