Devils Fall: The Devils Curse Novels

Chapter One: Sixteen Candles

The Devils Curse Novels

Book One: Devils Fall

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Chapter One

Sixteen Candles

I grabbed Samael's hand. Running down the hall I dragged him towards the attic, where we used to sneak to play games when we were little. It was our hide away from fathers overbearing rules such as, "Do not touch the "ouija" or the "evil book"."

"What is this all about, Lucy?" He asked curiously.

I turned towards Sam with a finger over my lips, silencing him so we wouldn't be heard. Once we climbed up the creaky steps to the dark attic where the cobwebs hung, I pulled Samael through the door and quickly shut it behind us. He turned with his hands up in the air.

"Can I talk now?" He whispered harshly, a grin spreading across his face. He knew what day it was.

"Yes, as long as you don't disagree!" I shrieked with excitement. I bounced my way over towards the chest that had all of our old goodies we had found around the realm that the new comers had dropped on their way through. Dropping to my knees in front of the chest,I pulled out an iridescent glass ball from the chest. Turning to lean my back against the chest, I tried waving my hand over it to see them but nothing appeared. I wasn't strong enough yet.

I pouted looking up at Sam. I held the ball up for him to take. He grabbed it and spun to sit down next to me on the old creaky floor. He smiled at me knowing exactly what I wanted him to do.

"Does this count as a birthday present if I do it for you? Because I totally forgot." He teased.

"Yeah, just do it!" I laughed shoving him. I shook unable to contain my excitement.

He swirled his hand over the ball while he chanted. He looked like the most graceful demon you could ever lay your eyes on. His brown eyes glowed like topaz while he pulled from the darkness to create the image into the glass ball.

."Close your eyes." He whispered, gently placing the glass ball into my hands.

"But then I can't see them!" I whined.

He laughed forcing my eyes closed. Once the ball was in my hands the heat warmed my veins striking up hope and love and everything they felt.

"Open up," Sam said softly. He knew every year that this was the one thing I would force him to do.

I opened my eyes, the images flowed through the ball. Spring flowers, green fields, children laughing, men and women in love, people learning, people dancing.