Lucy knelt on the ground in the corner of her small room lit only by two large white candles on either side of an antique wooden Christ. She made the sign of the cross, clasped her hands together in front of her chest and lowered her head. She prayed for the wellness of her family and success in her career but most importantly she prayed that all went well the next day, the night of her wedding. She had been planning her wedding, along with her mother and sisters, for six months and all she wanted was for everything to turn out as planned. She was to be married to Adrian, one of her fellow teachers at St. Michael's Catholic High School. She talked to God for several minutes and ended her prayer with an Our Father.
"Does he ever answer you Lucy?" A deep chilling disconnected voice asked.
Lucy quickly jumped to her feet and spun around knocking the wooden Christ off it's pedestal. She fearfully backed herself into the corner and stared in shock at the large dark mass materializing before her. She tried to speak but her vocal cords would not cooperate.
"You should pick him up. Wouldn't want to make him angry would we?"
Lucy unclenched her wet palms, bent over and picked up the deity never taking her eyes off the dark stranger. She carefully placed it back on the pedestal and cleared her throat.
"Who... Who are you?" Lucy nervously asked.
The shadowy figure stepped into the dim light of the candles and pointed upward.
"I'm his adversary."
"I... I don't understand."
The stranger gracefully approached Lucy and waved his hand over the candles causing the flame to triple in size fully illuminating him before her.
"I am the bringer of light. The fallen one. The one who was deemed unworthy. I am here for you Lucy, I will listen to your prayers."
Lucy could now fully see the dark intruder. She refused to believe what her eyes were telling her. In her room now stood an unnerving other worldly figure. Large and muscular, naked and red, evil and powerful. Her mind struggled to grasp what was occurring in front of her. Lucy loved God, she believed in God. But she knew that the love of God could not exist without the fear of the Devil. The mere thought of the word caused her to panic.
Lucy attempted to flee. She tried to open her bedroom door but it would not budge. She franticly shook the door knob that was being held in place by the Devil's evil power.
"Do not be scared Lucy. I am here to help you." Satan approached Lucy from behind and caressed her cheek. As soon as she felt the large red hand touch her flesh her fear immediately began to subside. Her breathing slowed to a normal pace and she turned around to face the king of hell.
"I don't need your help."
"You don't? You don't want tomorrow to be perfect? Success for your future children? A long loving marriage? Happiness? Ask him for that. Go ahead ask him, see if he can give you that. See if he will even listen. He doesn't care, I care."
