Church

Sophia Anderson

Beverly Hills

Los Angeles

The church was a monument to the rich and guilty, the building so shockingly pristine it hurt to look at and in my experience, the more beautiful something is on the outside the more horrid it is on the inside.

Of this truth I have no doubt, my recent experiences have driven that fact into my very soul. Lucifer's presence in my life seemed to be at the centre of all my troubles. As I recalled everything that has happened over the last few days, it was getting harder and harder to see a way out, to go back to New York and want to pick up the pieces of my life there.

I could hardly remember why I'd been so taken with Lucifer Knight in the first place, but the thought of going back to his city and going about my life as if he didn't try to forcefully abort our- my baby. No, I could never do that, pretend like it didn't happen, like he wasn't a danger to us, in more ways than one. I couldn't even press charges there was no physical evidence, and if I am being honest I have no idea what was in that syringe.

Perhaps Doctor Talia was trying to knock me out then start the procedure, though I had no clue why D was there. Muscle maybe, in case I ran away but if that was the case then he failed miserably. If not to stop me from running away, then was he there to watch Talia?

If he was there to monitor the situation then who was he to Lucifer, a business partner? A friend? Security?

When we were together Lucifer never mentioned any friends, then maybe D was an employee of the company?

He was there that night those men broke in, he helped get me out I think, everything was so woozy. Of course I must have hit my head or something, I mean I hallucinated Lucifer with wings like some kind of fallen angel and those crazy cult people with glowing swords.

"Are you coming inside?" My mother asked, snapping me from my thoughts. Turning to face her stern accessing eyes, I look over her shoulder to the event hall which I am sure is already filled with judgy society people.

"I think I am going to head into the church, maybe even pray a little." I joke, getting out of the car and avoiding her clinical eye, my mother had already made her thoughts known about my attendance but truth is, I wanted to go and socialise with her stuck up friends about as much as I wanted to bathe in a vat of acid.

"Be quick, I expect to see you inside shortly." She turned on her stylish heels and marched off towards the event.

While I breathed a sigh of relief, I thanked the driver and moved towards the church.​