You Can't Save Me

Lucifer possesses a young girl.

“Good morning, Mommy,” my five year old daughter, Lily, greeted.

“Good morning, sweetie.” I smiled, placing a bowl of cereal in front of her. My cooking skills weren't the best.

“Don’t forget Luci!” Lily exclaimed, pointing to an empty seat beside her.

“Good morning, Luci,” I said. “Is Luci short for Lucille?”

“Don’t be silly, Mommy,” Lily giggled, “its short for Lucifer.”

“L-Lucifer?” I stuttered, “Does he have a family?”

“Luci says they were mean to him. They never listened to him, so he got angry. Then his daddy put him in a cage,” Lily said.

“How about we skip school, and go to church?” I suggested. Lily shook her head and told me church was bad.

“Luci doesn't have to go,” I sassed, “You do.”

“Lucifer says no. Obey him, Mommy,” Lily sneered. Her eyes rolled back, and she started chanting. “Lucifer daemon satanae mortem.” Her eyes darkened as she chanted louder.

“STOP!” I cried, “DEAN! HELP!”

“Worship Lucifer, Mommy,” Lily said in a sickly sweet voice. Her body floated towards me, and everything on the counters floated with her. She stopped in front of me, no longer the little girl I know.

“Good night, Mommy,” Lily said. She gripped my head on either side.

“Mommy loves you, Lily,” I whispered. A single tear rolled down my cheek. “Mommy loves you so, so much. Okay? Remember that, sweetie.”

 

Third Person

 

Lily jerked her hands quickly, and with a sickening snap, Della fell dead to the floor, covered in scarlet blood.

“Let’s go play some more, Luci,” Lily said after Lucifer released her from the possession.

“Go get your dad while I get a toy,” Lucifer commanded evilly. Lily nodded, and ran to get her dad, Dean.

 

Dean’s Point Of View

 

“Daddy,” Lily said, waking me from a deep sleep, “Come play with us!”

“Us?” I asked, rolling onto my back.

“Me and Lucifer,” she chirped.

“Hello, Dean,” a deep voice said from the door. I looked into the pitch black eyes of my possessed brother, Sam.

“Sammy?” I whimpered, standing up.

“Miss me, Deanie-Boy?” Lucifer smirked.

“You wish,” I growled. He moved towards me, but was stopped. “Like my ceiling decorations?”

He looked up, seeing a pentagram painted on the ceiling.

“Daddy! Let him go!” Lily shouted, stomping her feet.

“Not a chance, kiddo,” I smirked. I grabbed my journal, flipping to the anti-possession pages. “Ego daemonium eiceret de anima regit. Ulter deleo tenebrarum. Ex hoc mundo ad infernum Heleo Satanas!”

Sam threw his head back as a thick, black smoke left his mouth. His giant body collapsed with a thud.

“Sammy!” I shouted. I helped him to my bed, and noticed Lily was gone. “Lily!”

You can’t save me, Daddy.

I ran downstairs. Della’s cold, dead body lay there on the ground. Her white dress was stained with blood. Her neck was snapped, and her organs were ripped out of her stomach.

“Della,” I whimpered, placing her head in my lap, “Della.” Her teal eyes, once filled with joy and life, were now filled with death and emptiness, staring unseeingly at me. There were no more sparks when I touched her skin. Her shiny brunette hair was tangled and matted with blood. Her pale lips, the very ones that stole my first kiss, mocked me with their lifelessness. Her left hand was still wearing the gold band I had given her just a measly five years ago. It had felt like a long time yesterday. On her right hand, tattooed upon her smallest finger, was a small red heart. We had gotten matching tattoos on her twenty-fifth birthday, three years after we had gotten married.

For the first time in my life, I allowed myself to mourn. I was going to hunt down the sick demon who dared to do this to my Della. I howled to the ceiling, letting out my heart-crushing rage. I screamed and threw things, breaking them against the wall. I wailed, and hugged the framed wedding photo before becoming angry, throwing it to the floor. The glass exploded, but I ignored the pain in my leg. The pain in my heart ached far more than any physical pain I could have.

“She called for you,” Lily said, “Screamed your name at the top of her lungs. But you didn't save her. She died waiting for you.’

“Your demon magic, you son of a-“

“Uh, uh, uh,” she tutted, “No foul language around the children.”

“Get out of my daughter,” I hissed, leading her to the hidden pentagram.

“Pentagrams won’t stop me, Dean,” Lily laughed darkly. “You’re going to die, Dean. Alone. And after I kill you, little baby brother, Sammy is dead, too. I’m saving him for last. And I’m going to torture him slowly. And he’ll call for you. Oh, he’ll scream for you at the top of his lungs. And you won’t come. He’ll die hating you for not coming to save him.”

The demon threw itself at me. By instinct, I stuck my demon knife out. The knife tore into the tender flesh of its stomach. The demon looked at me, and I saw Lily’s sea-green eyes.

“Why didn't you save me, Daddy?”