Chapter 6: My Child

Is the daughter of the devil just a girl named Raye or is she the creation of Satan? Why is she angry?

“Hey Raye, looking good!”
“Thanks.”

 

“Raye, can you help me here?”
“Sure.”

 

“How’s your morning, Raye?”
“Always brighter.”

 

“Well, I’m off. Have a good day, Raye!”
“You too.”

 

“Oh yeah-Raye. Need a boyfriend? I know someone free!”
“No thanks. I’m fine.”

 

“Raye, can you translate this for me?”
“Sure. Now which one is it?”

 

“Come on, Raye. We know you have a boyfriend, now fess up! Introduce him to us!”
“Oh sorry, but he’s imaginary.”

 

“Raye, the council has started fighting again! Please help us!”
“Just lead the way.”

 

“Raye, the school fair is here and we don’t know what to do!”
“Don’t worry. Just tell me what’s wrong and we’ll sort it out.”

 

For the last three weeks, Marcus has stayed close to Raye and kept a close watch over her. No one told him he couldn’t as Raye had no boyfriend and apparently, the entire student body “approved”. Due to his handsome appearance, the other students had been drawn to him instantaneously. They were just saddened that Raye literally took to him so fast. It wasn’t normal…for her.
“Raye.”
Everyone noticed that Raye responded faster to Marcus than to anyone else. All it took was for him to call her name and she’d hurriedly finished her work or wrapped up whatever it was she was helping someone with, just to run to his side as soon as possible. It was almost like calling a faithful companion. They immediately respond.
Still, many could see why Raye was so attached to Marcus. They were similar, but then, they were also opposites. Unlike her, Marcus didn’t really have that much emotions to show, except for a calm sweet compassion. He was generous and kind-hearted, respectful, magnetic, carefree, and always calm. In return though, he didn’t demand a person’s respect and he didn’t expect others to be as calm as him. Though he seemed open, loving, and accepting, Marcus didn’t place his trust in anyone. The other students didn’t notice that though, only Raye. It was the first thing she noticed.
“So Marcus, how’s your day going?”
Shrugging a little, he replied indifferently, “It’s fine…I was able to convince my grandfather to let me stay longer.”
Cocking a brow at him, she replied, “Really? I thought there wasn’t anything here that interested you.”
Smirking at her, he met her gaze and answered slyly, “Not a thing, but a girl.”
Surprised, Raye’s interest was peaked as she smiled and asked, “Oh? And who is this lucky girl that you stopped going back to Rome for?”
Turning away, he answered impassively with a sly undertone, “I’m not telling you.”
Instantly pouting, Raye faked a glare as she muttered just so he alone could here, “Meanie.”
Chuckling softly with a sly smile on his face, he replied impassively, “To you.”
Shaking her head, Raye looked forward and changed the subject to something else as they walked to their next classes...
Raye was a wonderful friend and surprisingly, Marcus was the first ever to find out. She was energetic, generous, loving, talented, pretty, and respectable. Compared to Marcus, many saw them as a very good couple. Though neither had very much emotion, Marcus was the mellow and Raye was the energetic. The girl of skill and the guy of religion; the girl who was strict, disciplined and the guy who was carefree, easygoing; the one who was respected and the one who was respectful.
Not many could say that they knew Raye, actually no one could, except for probably Marcus. Raye wasn’t close with anyone, not even her sister and yet, her sister is apparently the one who knows her best. Little did they know, there was much more to Raye than her angelic personality.
“Ra-!”
Marcus sharply cut himself off, noticing that something wasn’t right about the situation. He had thought that Raye was walking home with giggling group of girls, but just as he was going to call her to his side, she strayed from the group and walked off. Keeping a close eye with a calm state of mind, he followed her to her destination. At his side, two of his father’s angels searched for dark presences for signs of demons.
“Daddy!”
He froze, realizing with recognition at who the voice belonged to. The voice was so childish and cheerful that he had almost missed it. Standing close to a corner, he kept enough distance to be just out of sight. There was another voice, other than Raye’s. It was another voice he recognized well…Lucifer.
“Daddy! Daddy!”
“What is it, Raye?”
“Why haven’t you come to get me? This mortal family is giving me the creeps.”
A low dark chuckle vibrated in Lucifer’s chest before he replied, “A little longer, my precious creation. Soon, you will be able to do with them as you wish.”
There was a pause between them until Raye broke out with a “hmph”. Having watched over her for the last few weeks, Marcus knew instantly that she was pouting, but he was afraid to know the reason why.
“Daddy?”
“Hm? What is it, my precious creation?”
“Will I get to eat them?”
Marcus immediately froze. Her voice was so angelic, cheerful, and sweet, except the words that left her lips made her sound like a demon pup. By instinct, he shivered at the sound of Lucifer’s low chuckle, darker than the last one even.
“Soon, my little killer, soon…”
“How soon?!”
“You must do something first.”
Another pause occurred before Raye finally inquired, “What must I do?”
Disturbed by the thought, he shuddered as he knew that Lucifer was smirking deviously as he said, “God’s son has been reborn and you…are to kill him, devour him if you want.”
Horror seized him as he froze at Lucifer’s answer, but as suddenly as it had come, the feeling left. Raye was the one that Lucifer was ordering, not some other demon or even Belthazar, Lucifer’s son. If the last three weeks meant anything, Raye would disobey, or at least, protest…when she heard that it was him.
“Who is he?”
“Why, your dear friend…Marcus Varick.”
Though it was faint, he knew that he heard her sharp intake of breath. He didn’t know whether to take that as a good sign or a bad one. Not once before had she ever gasped in front of him or around him. Silence befell the area.
Just then, he heard her uneasy shuffling and the disbelief as she confirmed, “Marcus is God’s son?”
“Yes.”
“Then he’s the one out to kill you…No, hurt you through me?!”
In that instant, he felt slapped by the tone of her voice. The smooth sweetness had shifted to a dark seething anger, barely restrained by her fading control. Raye Smith, the daughter that Lucifer had willingly and abruptly abandoned, was angry at him. Of course, it seemed that Lucifer hadn’t kept to his word, but he had meant to abandon her, not to return to her later.
By instinct, Marcus snapped back to reality when he realized that he had dumbly stepped out of hiding and was now locking gazes with Lucifer. With cold dark eyes as black as the pits of hell, Lucifer was smirking a foreboding threat. All of a sudden, he froze as Raye slowly turned around to look at him…Her eyes were a stunning clear glass crimson red, sharp canines barred in a snarl, and three symbols in the language of Satan burned vertically into the creamy skin of her neck, saying, “Lucifer Devil Satan”. Meeting his gaze, there wasn’t any anger, sadness, or even caring in her expression. Rather, she looked…hungry.
“Hello Marcus Varick.”
Focusing on both of them, he cautiously replied to Lucifer, “What have you done to her, Lucifer?”
Smirking and coming up closer behind her, Lucifer deceitfully answered, “Nothing, except maybe awaken her a bit. She’s not fully awake, but look at her already. Such a beauty, don’t you think?”
Hearing his maddening answer, Marcus momentarily flinched before questioning, “As you say, but what will you do? Will you kill me, Lucifer?”
For a brief moment, a look of anger burned in Lucifer’s eyes at the mention of his name, the name that only God called him. Then it instantly shifted in a feigned look of shock and emotional hurt. Lucifer stepped forward and retorted, “Of course not. I wouldn’t kill you, dear son of God…That’s for Raye to do. I suggest you run. My daughter is quite hungry.”
It wasn’t that he was heeding Lucifer, but something about Raye. Nothing registered in his mind and he couldn’t bother to remember as he made a run for it. The angels quickly acted to guard him, flying behind him as they all heard it, though it was faint, “Go my daughter. Devour the son of God!”
At his cry, the presence of a dark predator filled the air. It wasn’t long at all before Raye caught up to him and killed his angels in mere swipes of her extended claws. By the sound of delightful chuckle and little disturbing tune, he knew she was enjoying this hunt, this game of death. Though he didn’t feel regret, he finally remembered that this area he followed her into is a dangerous vast territory in the abandoned district of the city. That meant one thing, no help.
“Marcus…”
Trapped, he was seconds away from his death, a death by Raye’s hands.
 

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it made my heart pound as marcus ran...
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