Akita

Moving up

     I smile as I open the file that was set on the table above my knees. It shows a picture of a girl with innocent eyes and sincere freckles covering her face. She's wearing a a stainless white dress with shiny black church shoes. She smiles as she stands under a tree, with a little light breaking through the leaves to shine on her pure face. I throw the picture across the table "why do you keep giving me little kids, I can do better" I snarled at Lucifer from the opposite side of the desk. He raised his eye brow a little, closed his eyes halfway and laughed while he pushed her file back at me. The small papers wrinkled in my hands a little as I flustered to read them.
Ryleigh Belle:
Age-8
Height- 48 inches
Hair color- blonde
Eye color- blue
Traits- kind hearted, friendly, Godly
Strengths- confidence, faith, loyalty
Fears- darkness, The devil, losing a loved one.

  "The quicker you can do this one, the quicker you move to higher ages" Lucifer offered. Faster than I could ask questions of his agreement I was suddenly in a dark room. I whisper under my breath "damn it lucifer". I move my hands along the wall stepping my feet farther from each other with every foot step, I faintly heard. I make my way to the small patch of light coming from the cracked door. Slowly I dragged my fingers across the wall until I look over my shoulder to see a horrid picture of myself, looking like I got mauled by a rhino on steroids. My feet detach and attach to the ground again as I jump in horror of what lucifer made of me this time. "Shit" I smack my hand to my nonbeating heart. I stare farther into the mirror seeing my arms hanging by small veins. And my legs chewed to the bones. A few ribs showing through my thin skin. My cheek bone actually popping, out of my face. I really look like an actual demon. I put my hands back onto the wall. Walking further my eyes burned as the little sweet girl from the picture was sitting in complete horror with her fingers resting on the lamp string. She began to scream. My eyes widened as I ran to her bed pushing my hand against her soft plum lips. Frantically I turn my face to the door in panic of a concerned parent running through it. Ryleigh pushes against my hand. Wiggling around in attempt to escape my hold on her face. I turn back around to see she stopped and is staring at my arm. My eyes gaze to the spot she's gaping at. My arm bone was popped out now, just chilling in the air. "Oops sorry, this skin and bones is a rental" The bone cracks as I pop it back into place. I whisk my hand in the air signaling the door to lightly close, then a wave of my fingers seals the door with a soundproof barrier of a million screams. Remember what he said the faster the better, okay. My other hand twirls in the air removing it from her mouth. I twirl it above the spot on the floor next to me until after a few seconds the girls mother appears on her knees. Not actually her mother. Just a vision. An eye trick. It's all an illusion. But not to Ryleigh. It all seems so real to Ryleigh. The little girl sucks in her breath. "Mom" she whispers lightly. Lucifer clearly wanted me to make her a non believer. Of God. Lucifer and God are such swarn enemies, they'll do anything to take the other down. Jesus inherits angels as his soldiers. Lucifer collects the best demons he can find. My army is a lot stronger than God's. her loved ones. She's terrified of losing them. I remembered back to her chart. The illusion of her mom is still sitting on her knees. I reach for the fake knife out of my pocket. I'm taking too long. My knees touched her soft carpet next to her false mom. I put the knife up to her throat. The girl starts to scream again. "No one can hear you" I laughed a little. The knife started dragging across her moms neck. Blood began to spill. Starting at her neck then dripping to her chest, down her stomach, and falling off her thighs, staining the carpet. It was quite a sight. If I was still on earth and saw this happen to my mom I wouldn't be able to function after. The little girl ran to her unrealistic mom trying to stop the red liquid. She yelled into her moms face to answer her. But her mom was in a daze. Tears shot down her face faster than she could wipe them. I knelt back down in my knees, grabbed her head by her hair and whispered "Where's your God now". She struggled to get out of my hold but I kept her blonde hair tight between my fingers. "He's not here to save you is he" I threw her out of my hand. "He doesn't love you, stupid girl" I spit a little. She wrapped her arms onto her mother, who was now laying on the ground not breathing. Almost done. "God isn't there for anyone, trust me" a lump formed in my throat. My eyes glistened a little as I stared at the carpet. Thinking back to earth. When I was alive. I shook my head before Ryleigh saw a demon cry. She stopped crying, and thought about what I said. Her face tomato red she looked up to me. "He doesn't love me" her voice shaky and nervous. "He will break your heart over and over again. Faster than you can pick up the pieces" I looked at her one last time. Then was back in my regular spot with Lucifer clapping from the other side of the table. I stood up and took a small bow. As I set my butt back in the cold metal chair I saw a little bit of my hands and noticed I was back to my normal self. He looked me up and down. "Come on that was so fast" I complained. I could hear his shoe hitting the ground softly. The suit he wore made me feel as if I was under dressed. It was a dark blue jacket that fit perfectly around him. Then his pants were the exact same color, and weren't too tight nor too loose they were perfect. Just like his tie. His tie was blood red, with tiny black dots all over it. And of course a white button up under it. Plus shoes, that were oddly black combat boots, that were always tied perfectly. "Slow, but I like the technique" he pointed to me. Satan likes my technique. I should get an award. But who would I show it off to. Satan's the only person I've seen in like, maybe ten years. I can't just tell one of my clients in the middle of a calamity. What if I'm like killing someone and while I'm stabbing them just like 'so one time Satan told me he liked my technique'. "So" I smiled with hopeful teeth. "Fine".