OHHHHH. my. God. you don't mean that right ?I thought while pulling at my hair. My boss had ordered me to make an animation of Lucifer as in Lucifer the fallen angel, the ruler of hell, as a kind hearted spirit helping a child down from a tree. Normally I wouldn't think much of that but my mother being the heaven sent angel she was, bless her soul. But then again, I didn’t really inherit her faith and a job is a job.

I had started on making the animation. And like always, I had started by sketching everything out. Then I carefully erased the lines and started going in with the black marker, but when I got to Lucifer. I could  feel something cold pressing against my forehead? It was round and kinda felt like someone pressed a big ring into my head. That was when I looked up and saw a man? 

He had red thick skin, he looked almost bulletproof if not for the large scars that snaked their way from his right chin to under his collar.  big black horns poked out from his temples they were completely blank, almost glass-like and pointed backwards towards his ears, partly hidden by his slicked back black hair. His eyes were black with yellow irises, coupled with horizontal black pupils. His expression was contorted into a scowl, he looked incredibly displeased about something. Other than that he was dressed in quite a nice black pinstripe suit made of good firm fabric. If I must say so myself he looked like a veteran from the war, although with striking similarity to the old demons from my mother's tales. He also had a sign on his breast pocket with the inscription of the name lieutenant Smith written in cursive.

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I didn’t really know how to react so i simply just stared when, presumably lieutenant Smith, said with a surprisingly thick western accent “ why did ya fuck tart think it was a good idea disrespecting the king of hell like that? “  

He glared at me before he continued talking “ Do you know how annoying it is to come all the way to earth just to put a bullet in ya fucking head?” He sighed deeply before chuckling quietly while shaking his head “ All because you can’t figure out how to use that little brain of yours.” he said while poking me in the head twice with his gun. “Oh well.” he said quite abruptly. And before I could even register what had happened the gun went off and I fell backwards in my chair caused by the sheer air pressure that left the chamber along with the bullet.