Lucifer

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Wings, huge and black unfurled from his back, so large that they hit the wall and had to bend to fit. Each feather at least a foot long, and each seemed to shine white underneath the overwhelming black.

Fear hit me like a wall, and I scrambled to the back of the bed until I hit the footboard, my knees to my chest. I huddled myself there, finally realizing my whole life was a lie. Everything I believed in, everything I was taught, a lie. It was as if my world was flipped upside down, and this man, this thing, had invaded my safe, happy land. Where angels didn't exist, where magic was a scam, everything was logical and understandable.

Not anymore.

"It's real, it's all real nononononoit's all real-" I muttered to myself, panicking. I didn't take my eyes off him, hoping to find a trick in this somehow.

"Please, ---- please. I wont hurt you." He - it- had turned around, and was trying to come near me.

"NO! Stay away from me!" I yelled, holding up the sissors like they could really protect me.

He stopped and stared. The face I thought was a scowl, I realized, was a face of utter and complete despair. The look of a child who was told his beloved pet was dead and gone.

"Clair please... Do not-" His voice cracked. "Do not be afraid of me, everyone is afaid of me. Not you. Anyone. But please, not you." He was on the side of the bed on his knees, looking at me, pleading at me, but I just stared at him, wide eyed and frightened, hands shaking. Giving up, he dropped his head on the bed, his arms wrapped around his head. I couldn't see his face, but his wings seemed to sag. And for the first time I noticed he was in a lot of pain, his wings were still pressed against the wall, bending to fit in the small space.

I slowly scooted over to him and very, very cautiously ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft and fluffy and light. I felt him stiffen, then relax. Almost like a dog, it seemed to put him to sleep. After a while, I got the courage and gently touched his wings. They were as smooth as butter, yet thick and fluffy, almost delicate. He didn't stop me, and I moved my hand down where the wings met his back, and rubbed the crook where the connected, like massaging a dogs ear. His wings shuddered and dropped. He moaned with pleasure, then sagged into the mattress. I smiled in spite of myself.

He's just like a pet, or child; always needing someone for comfort. No matter how old he gets, he'll never change.

I stopped. Where did that thought come from? It felt right, but I didn't know him, never had met him before... did I? And what did he say about knowing me for years?

"Is everything all right?" Lucifer asked, obviously still satisfied. Weird, it's going to be hard to think of him as the devil.

"Huh? Ye-yes, wait... No, no, nothings all right. I have a man with huge wings in my room on Saturday morning-"

"Tuesday."

"What?"

"It is Tuesday afternoon."

I froze and moved off the bed, pacing the room as I realized what was going on. "It's Tuesday. The weekends over, which means I've been passed out for three days..." I stopped when I glanced at him. He was standing now and trying to fold his wings into a more comfortable position. How was this happening? How could this be real?

Then I remembered, I've been knocked out for three days! I must have a hundred texts! And, omg, Britt! "Omg, Britt!"

"Clair? What are you doing home?"

I jumped and found Brittany, my roomate (or housemate) standing in the doorway, her suit jacket in her arm and her backpack on the floor next to her.