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1 June 2022

  • The air was crisp, the cold pungent, and yet the sun shone: bright and warm and entirely at odds with the situation.
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 3:44am
  • The man should not be able to see his front lawn from his living room couch; however, the SUV that crashed into his wall begged to differ.
    TACO C6/1 3:51am
  • He should have been concerned, perhaps, for the occupants of the vehicle, or the state of his wall, or maybe even the rather strange situation he found himself in, but instead he devised the broken gnome now lying in pieces on the grass, and cursed. That had been his aunt's.
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 3:58am
  • The man had been having a great evening, watching his favorite movie about love, mortality, and the world's existence at stake: The Bee Movie. He was at the part where Barry B. Benson suggested a suicide pact to his love interest: a human woman who left her boyfriend for a bee.
    TACO C6/1 4:14am
  • He watched that film every Tuesday, it was a bit of a routine. He loved the nuance of the plot, the drama. Loved forgetting himself as he became the characters on screen. But he would not be so lucky today, it seemed. "Help!" A woman's voice jostled him out of his thoughts.
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 4:22am
  • She was an ugly thing, the man thought to himself. She looked so unkempt with her broken glasses, dirtied clothes, and with the blood caked into her hair. If she really wanted to make an impression on him, she should have dressed to impress. Truly, society was going downhill.
    TACO C6/1 4:28am
  • "Sir, please, I need your help!" The woman said - no, growled. Huh. She was not only in disarray, but also rather rude. He remained in his spot on the sofa, reaching a hand down for another beer, his eyebrow raised as the woman flailed inside her vehicle. "Sir!"
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 4:34am
  • "What." And the woman reeled back in response. He realized his error: he might have thrown his bottle in frustration. In fairness, she had ducked in time. Unfortunately, the dog was not so lucky. Nobody likes Yorkies anyway - unless you're a bit of a snob that is.
    TACO C6/1 4:39am
  • Great. Now the woman was crying and screaming. Did she not notice that it was her car that rammed into his wall? Or that she had interrupted his tranquil Tuesday plans? The nerve. "Did your mother never teach you that it is rude to interrupt people?" He tsked.
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 4:44am
  • "You threw a beer bottle at Sparky!" The man rolled his eyes. "And you clearly don't know how to parallel park." A loud crash could be heard from inside the car. Apparently, there were other passengers. For the first time, the man felt fear wash over him as he saw who came out.
    TACO C6/1 4:53am
  • He abruptly rose from the sofa, taking stumbling steps back, his mouth agape as he tried to formulate words. "You never change," the biblically-accurate angel said, the voice sharp and alien as it rang through the air. "We warned you this would happen, why are you surprised?"
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 5:00am
  • "I thought what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas! Why bring an ugly woman into this?" The woman gasped as she gripped Sparky with a strange fervor. He had no idea why, Sparky's face looked as if he was a stuffed animal that was shoved into a blender on the highest setting.
    TACO C6/1 5:05am
  • "Yahweh cares not for human laws, or Vegas weddings," the angel explained. "And the woman is merely a tool-" the woman and the dog suddenly disappeared in a white mist, "-to reach the depths of your subconscious. Have you any idea how long you have been in a coma?"
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 5:11am
  • The man took the time to reflect upon life up until this very moment. He truly had no idea. His life was filled with meaningful friendships, cheap alcohol, and good television. He even knew when his life became great: a few months ago... That must have been when the coma started.
    TACO C6/1 5:15am
  • He got an overwhelming feeling of loss, and betrayal. Could it be, that everything that made him content, was but a mere lie woven by his subconscious? A dream that he could not escape? Perhaps a dream he did not wish to escape... He sighed. It was so sad. "Alexa, play despacito"
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 5:18am
  • His Alexa lit up from his order: the man was excited to hear the first key notes as a distraction from his impending doom. "There will be none of that." The angel commanded. His Alexa exploded into a fiery disarray. "It is time for you to pay for your crimes against humanity."
    TACO C6/1 5:30am
  • "What crimes?" The man rebuffed in exasperated bewilderment. "Being in a coma? Wanting to listen to trashy mus-" The angel suddenly charged at him, and the man recoiled in fright. "Be silent!" The angel said, his voice echoing eerily around them. "You forget your place, Lucifer."
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 5:35am
  • The man blinked. "Me?" The man gestured at his lanky body for emphasis. "You must have the wrong guy! I pay my taxes sometimes! I was born in Florida, for god's sake!" The man decided it wasn't wise to mention his lack of aging and his penchant for causing house fires.
    TACO C6/1 5:45am
  • Silence stretched between them as the angel observed him, menacing and sombre. The man coughed awkwardly. "So... What d'ya say, you want a beer?" he offered, and the moment his gaze left the other, the scene wiped away in a whirlwind, his entire body flinging through the dark.
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 5:51am
  • Lucifer woke with a start. The angel, the horrific looking thing, was glaring at him with all of its beady, judgy eyes. "You have disgraced Him by your unwillingness to perform." The memories rushed back to him; Lucifer remembered exactly why he became a human in the first place.
    TACO C6/1 6:02am
  • The urge he had felt to touch that rich ebony skin, the urge he had felt to consume the sounds coming from her lips. The human that had been forbidden to him, and yet the one he could not continue without tasting first. Lucifer looked back at the angel, his heart thumping loudly.
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 6:29am
  • "You will continue your duties or you will be vanquished once and for all," The angel intoned. Lucifer was surprised he was being let off so easily. Especially since he was in charge of punishing all of humanity. Maybe he could chase after a new fling in a millennia or two?
    TACO C6/1 6:40am
  • “Listen buddy, I’ll continue my duties, sure,” he said. “I’ll go back to hell, torture the souls and all that biz-“ he rolled his eyes, “-but can you please give me a sec to put my clothes back on? And none of that watching my butt when I turn, keep them eyes away, alright?”
    Natasha G avatarNatasha G6/1 3:02pm
  • The angel did not look away - the bastard! Lucifer would miss being human, but he could entertain himself in the meantime. Maybe he could give Seinfeld a visit... And the angel could even crash that party. After all, if you seduce the executioner, you can do anything right?
    TACO C6/1 4:35pm

The End