Guess I Chose Wrong.

המשאלה של חוטא

I decided to bring him inside my room. I didn't want to be at the basement right now. Walking out, I made sure to close the basement door.

He didn't seem to care about being seen; in fact, he wanted to be seen. Thankfully, my mom was in her room and didn't see anything. If she did, I'd be in trouble for sure.

Closing the door behind me, I took a look at him; he was about six-foot-eight, lush creamy hair which shone in the lamp's light, eyebrows that could easily cut open a can and eyelashes that any girl can only dream of. Ugh! He had very deep and bright eyes; hazel. Walking around the room, mainly in confusion, he slowly turned around. His wings knocked over my lamp and a few books that I had stacked on my table. He didn't bother to even look at the mess he had made.

He then sat down on my bed. Just as the stories go, he has no manners. But man– those muscles!

"Girl.", he interrupted my train of excited thoughts.

"Yes?" I responded immediately.

"Where am I?"

"In my room!"

I knew my answer was blunt, considering the situation, but I didn't think he'd take it seriously, and plus, that's all I could say in that split second. He went back to his thoughts; he had his left hand resting on his left knee as rested his elbow on his right knee and bit his nail in confusion.

Behold; Lucifer sat on my bed biting his nails! I could have died right then and there and I wouldn't have minded.

He didn't have a top, all the clothing he had was a long black skirt, which looked like silk. He had his wings spread - each feather was beautiful and had a beautiful curve just like his eyelashes.

"Girl."

"Yes" mannerless as he is, he is a fallen angel.

"Why am I here?"

It seems that he was wondering how to deal with a creature that gave him a blunt, useless answer.

I didn't say anything.

He continued, "Can you not tell me?"

".....a wish."

"What?", he looked up at me.

"It was a wish- to have you for a day."

"Can you tell me who granted you this wish?"

"........"

He looked back down. He then broke his posture, pulling his hands behind him and leaning on them in this lazy pose. He seemed to accept the fact that he's here.

And now, I can see his abs. Oh what a masterpiece! The light from the lamp on the floor showcased his muscles. God was wrong to punish him for being selfish. If I was that beautiful, I'd worship myself too.

"So tell me, girl" he spoke with naughtiness in his voice. "I'm here now. What do you want to do, young girl?"

He looked at me, with a smirk hanging off his face.

I was struck with excitement. I ran to the books that lay on the floor and rummaged through them, trying to find it.

"Morning Star" the title read. I stood up and held the book up for him to see.

He was confused and and his face was filled with disappointment. Giving up to his fate he stretched his hand out for the book.

He clearly didn't want to do it, but he read the book to me anyway, screaming at it at times, saying that it shouldn't call such a beautiful and noble creature, such as himself, such ignoble words, which followed by scratching out the word "narcissism" in the dictionary.

After a few hours of reading, I decided to take him out. It was good that I took the time to consider the rules of the wish. Or else I would've had to keep him in here the whole day. But I'd have to get past my mom nonetheless.

The rules of the wish were:
• he will have to obey me
• he can't hurt me
• no one but I should be able to see him
• he cannot leave until the expiration of the wish

I included the last one because if he could just leave then the wish would be utterly useless. But even after I clearly stated the third rule, he said, with a creepy smile, that my kinfolk would be able to see him. I guess that's a pretty reasonable deal, but it was still a pain. So now, if I get him out of my house, I should be able to make him do whatever I want and no one would see him. After all, I so badly want to see him fly, and it's only for a day, so I better make it fast.

I told him to stay put and opened my bedroom door and peeked outside. Seeing no one in the hallway, I stepped out and looked into the my parents' bedroom. Mom wasn't there- she must be in the kitchen.

I signaled for Lucifer to follow me. There I was tiptoeing my way towards the kitchen while a six and a half foot half-naked man walked grandly behind me.

When we reached the kitchen, I took a look inside: mom was crying to onions. There was a small window that faced the back door, a clever design to watch the door from the kitchen, but now wasn't the time to admire it, and mom was standing exactly there. I told my plan to Lucy.

He was to walk around the kitchen and wait as I call and distract mom to look at me while he gets out.

He agreed, but was almost sulking at the idea. He started to walk and just as he reached the window, I called out to mom. I didn't wanna risk with him not wanting to wait.

But she didn't turn around immediately. So I called again "Mom! Look at this". And she turned around just in time saying, "What? What is it?"

"Um.. It's uh.. tha-"

I was struck frozen as I saw him walk to the centre of the window and stood there, and turned towards the window, facing mom. He just stood there, not moving, with a smug expression on his face. Was he trying to get me in trouble?

"What is it?" mom urged me.

I was too surprised to say anything. It's funny how irony works, isn't it?

"If it's nothing, then leave me alone, Evie. I have to make dinner." she turned away.

She looked right at Lucifer; looked straight at him, let out a deep sigh and went back to work.

It took me a while to understand, but I did; mom didn't see him. She wasn't looking at him, no, mom did not see Lucifer staring right into her eyes. It didn't take much time to understand why: my mother isn't my mother. "Your kinfolk would be able to see him".

I guess I chose wrong.

I never even thought twice about my decision. But I guess, that's why Satan offered me this "wish" in the first place; because I'm naïve. I was just another prey, an easy target.

I walked over to the basement door, leaving Lucifer behind, opened it and started walking down the stairs. I stopped midway and looked at the ritual site. The wax was all that remained of the candles, as they lay spread at five points of the star. And my dad lay still in a pool of blood, with his eyes and mouth still wide open in surprise.

When Satan said that one of my parents weren't my real parents, I was absolutely sure it was dad; no, I knew it was dad, a hundred percent, no doubt. After all, he kept coming home drunk, bet mom and me and made mom work two jobs while he drank the money away.

I guess I chose wrong, dad. But even so, I still won.

I got two of my wishes fulfilled today.

I smiled.