The Demon Inside --Part of The Great Tales of the Abnormal Saga--

Lucifer

As Raven slept, her recurring nightmare haunted her: She was in a wildflower field dancing with her beloved. 

But then there were bright flashes of that day...when he was killed. 

It replayed in slow motion. They were in a debate, over something stupid, she couldn't remember...She has grabbed his hand to make her point.

Then it happened

The care swerved suddenly into the oncoming traffic on the busy road. HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK. Barrelling towards them at hight speed was a giant truck. 

He reached out to protect her, just in time. The car crushed like an empty soda can, killing him instantly.

His limp body flew out of the windshield like a ragdoll, who be indented into her mind forever. All the blood. 

The wildflowers crumbled into dead weeds and she saw her beloved on the ground covered in blood chanting quietly over and over "It's your fault" "It's all your fault" over and over making her head spin. 

Then a dark figure stepped out from the shadows, wearing a suit and holds out his gloved hand for a deal. A deal with the devil. 

She took his hand and shook it. The field disappeared replaced by this shadowy mass. The figured dropped her on the floor laughing as the darkness swallowed her.

She gasped as she bolted upright rubbing her eyes frantically looking around the scenery in front of her. 

A sigh of annoyance escaped her lips as she looked at her clock. 

It read 3:30 am. "Yep, same time every morning..." she sighed. She stretched and climbed out of her bed looking around at a pile of dirty clothes on the floor at the foot of her bed. She sighed again internally scolding herself for making a mess she had to clean up. 

 looking around at a pile of dirty clothes, bending to pick them up she suddenly exploded in a puff of white fog. 

There in her place was a man. 

Wearing a suit.

This man looked like any other man. His skin wasn't too pale to stand out-still pale though, his hair was jet black slicked into a neat hairstyle, he had a black suit with a black tie on, dress pants and dress shoes.

 He wore pure white gloves, the kind you would probably see on a well-dressed butler. The man was dashingly handsome, his facial features made seemingly perfect.

 He looked around in disgust at the dirty clothes and dirty dishes on her desk. "How truly revolting this human is...", he muttered bitterly. His voice was somehow like the finest velvet yet, yet like the sharpest razor.

 He stepped out of her bedroom and out of the house. His nose pointed in the air and sniffed. "Ahh...", he sighed contently. 

"The beautiful smell of the late-night air...". He sniffed again. "And the simply delicious scent of human flesh...". He walked his dress shoes disrupting the night silence on the smooth pavement. 

Clack...clack...clack...clack...He continued walking until he heard the clack of unfamiliar footsteps soon matching his pattern clack...clack...clack...clack.

 He kept his composure and ignored them until he heard the cock of a gun at the back of his head. 

An unidentified man said grimly "Empty your pockets buddy, make this easy for both of us,". He simply turned around and faced the man to be greeted with a handgun pointed at his face. 

"I said empty your pockets, what you don't speak English?" he said annoyed. The man in the suit simply held up his hand and the gun burst into flames burning the hand holding it as well. 

The unidentified man dropped it cursing loudly and desperately blowing on his hand trying to cool it. 

In his velvety voice, the man spoke: "Pardon me but, my name isn't 'buddy'..." he said revolted. He kicked the man in his stomach knocking him down to the ground. The unidentified man was scrambling to escape, like an elk the lion was hunting for.

"I have many names actually...Demon, brute, murderer, even satan if you're really upset with me," he said smiling just a bit.

The man pinned the unidentified man down, who was struggling wildly pleading for his life, and spoke to him one last time.

 "But truly I prefer Lucifer.". 

The man's eye widened. Then the street erupted with the echo of desperate screams of terror and agony that eventually faded away gifting peaceful silence to the street once again.