Job
Evil.
I don't know how to explain that ...
I just look at the person infront of me trying to climb the moral ground giving me the ' holier than thou' look, but it won't pass the blank look.
"What has that got to do with you being here?" A simple question has him gaping like a goldfish, being called evil doesn't bother me. " now from your file ... you-you. Wow you actually triggered a serial killer to go around and kill by Killing his puppy." A chuckle escaped my lips. "raped and bullied a whole group of woman... some you might meet here."
He looks at me for a long time and says with a sarcastic tone, still believing that his wife didnt kill him in his sleep and this is a dream, " well then devil what's the verdict?"
He is a cocky, so charming I roll my eyes internally.
" Flames of reflection for two years and 500 years in Punishment. " is the reply I give taking up a stamp and harshly stamp on the paper leaving a golden imprint of the verdict. I shut the file ringing the bell before the man realized I am the real deal.
From the shadows step out two men wearing dark suits, i hand one of the men the file he look at it.
"Hey." The man calls looking frantically from me to the men. "Y-you who really hired you guys?"
I sigh for the second time today, this man... first he believed because he throws so much money in the church that he wouldnt end up here with evil me. " like I said I am Lucifer, you are dead and now you are going to serve your time." I brush my dark brown hair back in frustration the men detect this and drag the shocked man out of the office.
As soon as they leave a file stops on my table... for crying out loud. I hate office work nothing interesting happens.
To prove that I am already one hour in to my 9 to 5 job and I am thinking Happy hour is like thousand years into the future.
I open the file a girl appears infront of me. She has a flowery dress and dark curly hair, her eyes are scanning me. " hello I am Lucifer... I am here to give you your punishment. "
She looks at me " you are not Lucifer..." she says folding her arms in a preteen manner.
"Really..." I raise my eyebrow with a small smirk.
"he is really old with horns and wings like a bat. Lives in place filled with fire." She says counting on her fingers thinking of things she forgot I only wonder who told her about me, my she goes to church like every mortal on earth, my sarcastic mind answers .
My current look is the average collage student look... which is my only human form but possibilities are endless since I became god of the underworld.
" well we are not here to confirm that..." my eyes scan the file and she has not been a good girl." Little girl, you are not a nice person. Did you know that three girls died because of you."
"I-I... I was only joking. " she says her lips trembling trying to get sympathy from me.
" Yea right." I mutter "Flames of reflecting for a year... if I deem you worthy you might be able to go up. Because you are only a bully... heaven loves bullies." My voice carry the slight anger I have for heaven I quickly stamp the file the men take her away. I find a note on the desk it read:
"Pizza tonight my place?"
Death...
I crush the paper and toss it in the bin, taking a deep breath. The walls feel like they a closing in on me like the boxes piled against the wall will collapse over me.
I make copy of me to continue the work, which is not new ten rooms have me taking paperwork meeting the dead and giving them their verdict. It makes my life less awful... sometimes.
As soon as I am outside i take a deep breath holding the railing. The sea of fire casting a wicked red glow, that scare all new comers as the hall is lined with ceiling to floor windows. What is also a bonus is the people burning in the sea... The ones who are sentenced to oblivion the harshest sentencing for those who can't be rehabilitated.
I stand up straight and start walking down the hall... running hell was never my dream job, but I can at least Own it.
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The kaleidoscopic leaf mesmerizes me like seeing it for the first time. As I touch it the colors change I laugh. And gently place it in my pocket.
I look down the hill where my small town is feeling calm. The angels by this time are either training or flying but not me. My brain is my strongest asset I train it by going to the godly archives.
And the resent news piqued my interest god has created a new being called humans who are inferior than us but are like us in feature and mannerisms. I wonder how god makes life... I have to be his discipline and learn his ways.
A push brought me back from lalaland I look at the Starbucks waitress.
"Sorry sir... I wanted to know if you need help it looked as if you were having a seizure." Her voice soft and concerned.
" I am fine, thank you for your concern " I say she smiles politely.
" anything I can get you?"
"Cup of coffee, black and a blueberry muffin... to go Please." I say looking at the cup infront of me that is now cold, she puts it in her tray.
" coming right up." She says leaving.
I yawn lightly rubbing my eyes, every dream I have from my past I try to shake myself awake, to stop myself from meeting god... to stop myself from believing in him. It always make me look like I am having a seizure.
I look out the busy streets, mortal all die and they end up with me not god... me. I deal with all dead people. If they want someone they take him unless a person has reach their basic good scale.
How sad.
