One Hundred and Thirteen…

One Hundred and Thirteen: Heaven & Hell

Azura tossed Pebbles (the rabbit bear) at the window.

Like that’s going to help.

Brent roared with laughter as the toy smacked the window.

Dad! There’s a freakish vampire trying to get in!”

Hissing, he pounded on the glass. “C’mere Azura. Let me bite your neck. Let me suck your blood ’cause I know you taste so good…”

“Why won’t you just leave me alone? What did I ever do to you that was so bad?”

“You didn’t do anything. That’s the problem,” he said. “Because I know deep down how much you want me.”

Brent laughed.

Her bedroom door squeaked open.

Dad? Oh, thank God!

“It’s Brent. He’s outside my window. Do something, Daddy.”

Reznik passed his daughter. His eyes challenged Brent.

Reznik threw up his hand. A luminous orb shot forward.

Brent was knocked off his feet. He went flying.

He smashed into the ground below, amidst a bunch of lovely flowers.

Reznik turned and chuckled.

“Th-thanks Daddy. Brent really scares me, and he won’t leave me alone.”

“Well, I’ll make sure he does.” Reznik left the bedroom.

Azura followed.

Outside, he slowly stepped toward Brent.

“Stay away from Azura,” Reznik demanded. “Or the next time I’ll cast a spell to explode your dick and balls. Got it?”

She watched as Brent jumped to his feet.

“I’ll stay away. But will she stay away from me?” He smiled, then leaped over the stone wall.

Brent strolled off the property.

What exactly did Brent’s words mean?

Denial. Denial. Denial.

Meanwhile, Lucifer held his transparent mother as she softly wept.

Yes. That flesh and bone spell had worn off.

They collapsed onto the floor. He tried to comfort her as best he could, but it was useless. She’d been rejected by his father.

Lucifer could only imagine the agony she felt. Yet he was torn between the love for his father, his loyalty for Lauren, and his loyalty for the woman who once carried him inside her womb. He tried not to think about his betrayal of either one, or he’d go insane.

As for his father, of course he wanted to placate him as well.

“I’m sorry about Dad,” he muttered. “I never told you the reason why he married Lauren. Dad told me it was because her relationship with Rez changed. Dad was lonely, so… they found each other.”

“Yeah,” she said, defeated. “It doesn’t really matter anymore, does it? I just want to be dead again. Will you do a spell so I can return to the dark? I need this pain to end.”

“I don’t want you to go, Mom.” His voice broke. “But I’ll do whatever you want. I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Cody went to see Esha the witch. She said she needed to speak with him.

Obviously, it had something to do with not keeping his end of the bargain regarding the magic skull.

She planted one hand on her hip, scowling. A fireball erupted from the cauldron behind her.

“I can’t kill Reznik using witchery because his powers are way stronger than mine. He’s a very powerful hybrid. That’s why I wanted to eliminate the competition of Shadowvale’s most powerful magician.” She blew out a sigh. “But you… you haven’t killed him yet. What have you been doing with your time? Have you changed your mind about using the skull?”

“No. I’ve already created several shifters. I just have a lot going on right now, so I haven’t had time to kill my father.”

Find the time. Find it quickly. I won’t wait much longer, Cody.”

“I will. I’ll do what I can, alright? I just need a little more time. There’s some things I need to take care of first.”

“I’m only giving you another thirty days. If you haven’t done it by then, Shadowvale will no longer belong to anyone. It will belong to vicious, murdering wolves who cannot shift back. I’ll take back that skull and curse everyone in town… the only immune ones will be those under the age of thirteen, those who are pregnant, and those with powers stronger than mine.”

“Hell yeah.” Esha grinned. “I’ll turn every eligible vampire, dhampir and human into wolves. Again, these wolves will be far from tame.”

In spirit wolf form, Lucifer haunted the girl of his dreams… who was quickly nestling her way deeper into his heart.

Deeper; deeper.

Mila softly hummed to a song in her bedroom. She even sang a few verses as the tune drifted from a sound system.

♪ Sometimes when we touch, the honesty’s too much… ♫

Her beauty captivated his soul. The flowing waves of her beautiful blonde hair, framed an angelic face. An angel she was. Mila belonged in heaven with other gorgeous creatures just like her. Lucifer could already imagine huge, luminous wings spreading outward. Those wings would carry her away. Away from him.

She was too good for him.

And she did not like vampires or hybrids. She despised them. Cody Haas was partly to blame for that.

How could he convince her that not all non-humans were bad?


“Yesterday I turned sixteen,” she said to herself. “My gift? Nothing but a stupid, cheap ring Mom got me. Daddy didn’t even send a card. I haven’t seen my sister in weeks, and Cody keeps threatening me about… stuff.” She sniffled. “But hey, that’s okay. ‘Cause I got my own gift right here in a box.”

She crouched down onto the floor.

“There you are. My best friend in the whole world,” she said.

“Yeah. Nothing hurts me, thanks to you.” She pulled out a tiny object, then lit it.

Mila puffed on a marijuana cigarette. She moaned savoring the high.

Music continued to blare.

Her eyes seemed to lock with his. Just for a strange moment. Almost as if she could see him.

Mila took a few more drags and then crushed out the stub. She replaced it in the box.

Her eyes were now bloodshot slits. She stood, somewhat unsteadily and very relaxed.

Yeah, Lucifer thought. I know I shouldn’t admire her because she smoked dope. But I can’t help it. Screw it. I still want her.

Besides, her entire family has been ripped apart because of Cody’s selfishness. Her mother isn’t any better.

No wonder Mila smokes pot.

To his shock, she began undressing.

Uh-oh. He looked away, feeling entirely like a creeper.

He glanced back. Couldn’t help it.

Yep. Now she was in her underwear. Oh, God. What am I doing? Am I a total perv for watching?

She turned her head. Once again it seemed she detected Lucifer’s presence. Somehow.

Mila rummaged inside the dresser, found her nightie and slipped it on.

She climbed into bed; likely sleepy from the dope.

Mila settled in, grabbed a stuffed animal and held it as she nodded off.

It was the sweetest, most adorable thing Lucifer had ever seen.

Obviously she was lonely, unhappy. She needed someone who was a real friend. Someone who could take care of her; love her like she deserved.

I wish I were the one who could do it, but you’re biased against my kind.

He watched her for what seemed like hours. As the moments ticked away, she got more beautiful. How was that possible? She was already an angel.

I love you, he thought. I might only be fifteen, but I don’t care. Dammit, I know what real love is.

Suddenly he had the urge to kiss her. Needless to say, that was an impossibility.

Tired of the emotional torture of unrequited love, Lucifer left.

However, he wrote a note to her. Expressed all his pent-up feelings and frustrations in the form of words.

Or at least tried to. He never realized he had a poetic side.


You don’t know me. I know you. I know you as a sweet, beautiful girl. A girl who’s unhappy. But a girl who doesn’t deserve to be unhappy.

Your angelic face claims my mind. Your sea-green eyes owns my soul. I can’t stop thinking about you, and how your pale hair glistens in the sunlight, shines in the moonlight. You are the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.


I cannot tell you who I am. I can only tell you this…

I love you.

Lucifer traveled back to Mila’s house.

He placed the note in a tight crevice between the window and sill. Hopefully a breeze wouldn’t carry it away.