Roomates

"hey I'm back" 

I heard him rattle the familiar chimes as he walked in through the blue colored door I had loved so much when I first moved in. "why are you even still here Luc-what are you holding?" He had entered my line of sight with armfuls of grocery bags. I put the book I was reading down and frowned. "what the hell is that?"I asked standing, confused and upset. He chuckled, his Technicolor eyes sparkling "heheh 'what the hell' funny" he set the bags down on the granite counter top. "and I would expect you to know what groceries are dearest" he teased, running a perfectly manicured hand through the midnight colored hair that hid his horns oh-so-well. "I know what they are but why do you have them?" I enunciated frowning, my arms crossing. "well I saw we were running low on a few things so I picked them up, not that big a deal" he shrugged, taking off the red blazer he wore so often. He carefully laid it across a chair, then looked up at the frown on my face."You're mad." he stated, no hint of remorse on his face. "Yea well that's what happens when you've got the devil staying at your house. Go figure." I rolled my eyes at the chuckle that resulted from my outburst. "oh c'mon-" "no. no fancy talking out of this one Lucifer-" "Lucy" "Lucy whatever, you said you were staying for a week, it's been a month! Not to mention you haven't even explained why you're in my house in the first place-" "I told you I can't tell you!" I yelled out, falling back onto the couch in exhaustion. I felt a presence sit next to me, and I clenched my jaw and fists. 

"Tell me what you're doing here or I will kick you out." I snapped, resolutely looking into the eyes that had damned so many to hell. I realized that this might be a mistake as he stayed silent, looking at me with the same intensity I was using.  "you won't kick me out." he said simply. "try me" I shrugged sitting back, crossing my arms. "look I know that you know who I am-" "well duh-" "let me finish" his voice took on an edge and I gulped nodding, my heart going a million miles. "You know who I am, and I'm sure that you know what I'm doing here." I tilted my head confused. "No, don't look at me like that. You know why I'm here." My head felt electric as I continued staring at him confused. My fingers were falling numb, as were my feet. The feeling was travelling up my body, my brain pounding away the rhythm my heart set out. My body was slumping against the soft material of the couch. I tried to open my mouth but found it hard to even breathe anymore. "You always knew why I was here dearest, you just chose to not believe it." I shook my head, feeling it lolling forward. I could have never chosen this. "Yes dearest, you chose to see the best of me. That was your mistake." He chuckled. The laugh that had once seemed so soft and full of warmth, was now ice cold and barren. I felt my consciousness slipping through my fingers, the rhythm was now stumbling, falling missing completely. The colorful eyes which before held mischief now were only full of an archaic hunger. I could feel nothing now, only see the cruel smile on the devil's face.

"Your mistake, your last mistake dearest"