You know, when I was a little boy, the priest of the church in my small village would tell me a story. The story of "Lucifer's Rose"...
The story went that a girl, young and pure, had been walking through the snow in search of firewood. Whilst searching, she saw a red rose in the middle of the snow. Drawn to it, she plucked it from the chilling ground. Lucifer had taken her to hell and kept her there for all of eternity.
The priest told me not to trust red roses. He said Lucifer himself would take me away if I plucked one from the ground, that I would become his for all of eternity, escape not being an option. I never believed them. It was wrong not to, I know this now, but I was foolish back then. Gullible.
Just before the clock struck 12:00am. this morning, I was out, wondering around the forest that surrounded my humble home. I needed firewood because my fire had died down. While wondering, I saw a red rose. It was so bright, so red, so full of life compared to the snow. Curiosity got the best of me, pulling me to pick the rose. You know what they say, though..
Curiosity killed the cat.
It surprised me a bit that Lucifer himself had a manor. It looked like the ones above. Like the ones Queen Victoria would own. It was gorgeous.
I look out the window, looking down at the sinners and demons of hell, all who have gone against God and committed far too many sins. I almost felt bad. Almost. I twirled "Lucifer's Rose" between my fingers. Why did I still have it? I don't quite know myself.
Footsteps jolted me from my thoughts. I turned my head and froze. There he was. The devil himself. Lucifer, the first of the fallen. It felt strange to see him in person. His gaze was intense, burning through my skull. I felt as if I was in a trance.
"What are you doing, darling?"
He spoke. It startled me a little, hearing him call me such an intimate name. What game is he playing? Is he being serious? I cannot tell.. I am too frazzled and confused to know myself.