Lilith (demon chronicles)

Lilith (demon chronicles)

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Genre: Fantasy

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Status: Finished

Genre: Fantasy

Summary

Lilith is a girl in college who has everything going for her, her dream boyfriend, the job she wanted, and she lives with her crazy best friend in an awesome house. Oh and shes the daughter of the devil and she is in fact a demon. Things start to go awry when she kills the man who tried to rape her and sends his soul to hell. Things get even worse for her when she draws a warrior angel to her location and she ends up shattering the warrior angels halo and sends her soul to hell. (this is just the intro)

Summary

Lilith is a girl in college who has everything going for her, her dream boyfriend, the job she wanted, and she lives with her crazy best friend in an awesome house. Oh and shes the daughter of the devil and she is in fact a demon. Things start to go awry when she kills the man who tried to rape her and sends his soul to hell. Things get even worse for her when she draws a warrior angel to her location and she ends up shattering the warrior angels halo and sends her soul to hell. (this is just the intro)

Chapter1 (v.1) - Lilith (demon chronicles)

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Lilith is a girl in college who has everything going for her, her dream boyfriend, the job she wanted, and she lives with her crazy best friend in an awesome house. Oh and shes the daughter of the devil and she is in fact a demon. Things start to go awry when she kills the man who tried to rape her and sends his soul to hell. Things get even worse for her when she draws a warrior angel to her location and she ends up shattering the warrior angels halo and sends her soul to hell. (this is just the intro)

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Submitted: October 20, 2012

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Chapter One-Roomies

“Son-of-a-bitch!” my roommate Danielle Johansen cursed loudly as she jerked the wheel to the right just avoiding a head on collision with a semi-truck. I flailed wildly nearly jumping out of my seat. I pushed my sunglasses on my head while I clutched on to my chest willing my heart not to burst out of it.

“What happened?!”  I squealed as she steered the wheel with her forearms as she texted away on her I phone as we cruised through the Piedmont Plateau which lies south of the Appalachians and covers about a third of Georgia state. It is stunning; upland with rolling terrain and fairly deep, narrow-valleys cut by glistening blue rivers and streams. But today, it might as well been my final resting place.

“Jordan, that’s what, the little ass sucker is transferring to Jameson for next spring, my life is ruined!” I rolled my eyes in disbelief at her histrionics.

“You just nearly killed us because of your ex coming to Jameson next semester? You’ve got to be kidding me.” She looked over at me with aggravation stitched in her forehead.

 

“I know right? It’s ridiculous, Lilllll,” she whined, “he can’t be coming here; he’s going to spy on me and report back to daddy about my activities.” Still not getting the point, she turned back to her phone; I quickly snatched it out of her hand and held it captive by dumping it down my well fitted t-shirt.

“What are you doing? Give it back! I’ll go in there you know I will.” Danielle warned me with a well-manicured finger.

“You just almost killed us because your texting, either let me drive and you text or take care of it later.” She scowled at me purposely looking over and not paying attention to the windy road.

“You are such a god damn mother, you know that? Always telling me what to do and what not to do, “don’t litter here, don’t curse in front of the playground, don’t text and drive, don’t have sex on that,” She mimicked me in a crude voice, “Aright captain planet.” I chuckled and put my sunglasses back on now feeling safer. She babbled on cursing my name as I put my feet up on the dashboard and reclined in the seat taking in the autumn sun that poured through the window.

“I’m going to get you some Clorox for your mouth.”

“And I’m going to get you some cock for yours so you can stop telling me what to do.” She waved her finger dramatically in the air, I chuckled.

“Just drive so we can make it to class on time.”

“Ugh I know! Whose idea was it to go to Myrtle Beach for three days anyways? My head is about to explode, and it very well might if we end up making it to theology. I cannot stand Morrow and her nasally drab voice; it’s like paint if it could talk.” I laughed at how quickly she just forgot what she was initially mad at. “Ya know, honestly I don’t even understand why we have to take classes like theology, it’s not like we are ever going to use it, I’m getting a degree in business, at least have me take a class that would be worth my pretty penny.” I just smiled as she jabbered on about the uselessness of theology in her southern twang accent that I found amusing.

We pulled into campus as the digital clock in her Pink Jeep Cherokee read ten thirty, we had five minutes to make it to Fowler hall and she and I had already been late once this year which resulted in a tongue lashing from Professor Morrow and five points docked from our next test. She told us the next time we were late, don’t even bother showing up for the rest of the year.

We exited the car and jogged across the parking lot and up the stairs into Fowler, I grinned from behind, thinking about how with Danielle, life was always eventful.

Danielle was a debutant peach out of Georgia, her parents were affluent business people who owned their own series of ritzy apartment complexes in Atlanta along with an upscale car dealership, she had an older brother named Chadwick who just graduated from Berkley law and was now working at a successful firm as a prosecutor. Unbeknownst to Danielle, on more than one occasion, Chad and I had hung out. He was a rather attractive man, but his personality was as remarkable as a water buoy. As well off and educated as Danielle was, she had the mouth of a sailor and the attitude of Paris Hilton, Danielle’s motto was, “fuck the world, it’s all about me,” and she stayed true to that which I had to respect, she always was herself. 

I had met her during orientation when we were freshman, she had refused to dorm. She insisted that only poor people lived in dorms, and I myself wasn’t too keen on the idea and was looking for a house or apartment. Her father she told her that the only way he was going to let her live in a house is if she found a roommate. When I heard that, I immediately introduced myself and nearly charmed his pants off, I needed privacy, and for the most part Danielle afforded me the luxury. There was the occasional drunken night where she would turn the house upside down, but they were only occasional. She found my opposite approach to life “adorable” and had taken to me right away.

“Enough about theology were about to suffer through three hours of it, is your mother going to come down for parent’s weekend? My mom is just dying to meet her; you know how nosy she is.” You and your mother both, I thought sardonically. We powerwalked to the elevator and jabbed the button waiting impatiently for it to take us to the fifth floor.

“Actually my mom is on vacation that week; she’s going to see her sister in Jersey.” She sighed disappointed tapping her foot. My mother, who was from Detroit, did not have a sister in New Jersey; actually she didn’t have any sisters at all, just two brothers whom she never spoke to.

“Am I ever going to meet anyone from your family?” a boy walked by and nodded at her flashing a toothy white grin, she waved with smirk and batted her eyes as I rolled mine, guys fawned over her pathetically. After all, she was beautiful, five nine blonde bombshell with the legs of a pin up girl, I could barely keep up with her long feline like strides whenever we walked together. She and I were opposite in almost every way, I was short and petite with shoulder length wavy hair; with the complexion of Beyoncé.

“Maybe my mom when she isn’t busy,” She nodded accepting that answer, or so I thought.

“What about your dad? He can’t come?” she blurted out. We had had several conversations about my family but for some reason she never accepted the fact that I was telling her the truth, which I wasn’t.  The elevator dinged and we hustled in hitting the close button like our lives depended on it.

“Ok Dick Tracy, any more questions?” I asked sarcastically as the elevator rose. She tossed her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder and scoffed.

“Excuse me for being interested in the life of my roommate; just want to make sure you’re not a serial killer or anything.”

“You’re ridiculous, we’ve been living together for a year, and if I were a killer you’d know it by now. Anyways, my dad is a complicated man, he’s around but at the same time he’s not. It’s usually in the best interest of everyone if he stays away; he has a habit of messing things up, badly.” The elevator dinged as the doors opened and we ran into room 511 with one minute to spare. Professor Morrow was at the door scowling as we raced past her. We took our usual seats in the upper corner of the room and caught out breath. Danielle took off her designer sunglasses and stored them neatly away in their case and crossed her long legs as several guys craned their heads conspicuously to get a glance.

“Lil, that’s mean! Just give him a chance, we all screw up,” Just as she said that, Professor Morrow slammed a stack of papers on her desk; “She’s in a terrible mood, as usual,” Danielle whispered, “I know one things for sure, you dad can’t be as bad as this lady.” I nodded, not agreeing. Danielle had no idea how wrong she was. My father was the definition of bad, he was Satan, and I, Lilith Usha Lucian was his daughter.


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