Lucifer's Angel
It wasn’t as if he hated the kid, quite the contrary. There had been a time when he had thought the kid was his. He was smart, had great taste in music, and was a hit with the ladies. So it was easy to see why he had thought that the kid was his, aside from the fact that he was as old as his tryst with his mom. So it wasn’t that he hated the kid. In fact, under different circumstances, he would have been the perfect father figure for the kid. He would have loved the kid like his own, and would have raised him to the best of his abilities. So he didn’t hate the kid, it was just the damn music that had been coming from his room that night that had seriously fucked him up.
He was two tequila’s into the night, after an afternoon of gin and vodka, when that noise had drifted down to him. At first he had thought it was another one of his hallucinated songs, it had certainly seemed like it was, after all who would willingly listen to that crap? But unfortunately for him, it hadn’t been one of his waking nightmares, which made it so much worse.
Some whiny band with awful instrumentation (seriously, it sounded like a synthesizer) had been blaring through the speakers. He hadn’t really cared, had only intended to tell the kid to turn it down, when the lyrics slapped him in the face.
~Fly away from the torch of blame,
They harmed you Lucifer’s Angel.
Never live, never die, your life has been denied,
They called you Lucifer’s Angel. ~
He had kicked the door in, in his anger. The poor kid had pretty much screamed, frightened out of his skin. He had stalked to the stereo, calmly pushed the eject button for the CD player and took out the CD. Then he threw the disk at the wall, shattering it.
“Don’t play that shit again,” he had calmly told the freaked out kid, and stalked out of the room. She had rushed in after his departure, and he knew on some level that this would be the end of it, that he had finally gone too far, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The music was still playing in his head, picking right up where he had stopped it, haunting him with cryptic lyrics. Circling his brain, pushing buttons he didn’t know he had, sending him into a downward spiral of hate. Rage coursed through his veins as he stomped down the stairs to the ground floor. Rage at everything. Rage at fate, at those damned flying monkeys and the soul-sucking fiends from below. He even raged against himself, mad at all he had done and failed to do. He stalked into the kitchen and pulled open a cabinet, snagging the first bottle he could find before heading out the back.
Sitting in the dark, perched on the edge of the property line, under the large tree that crowded the fence, he contemplated the nature of the universe at the bottom of a bottle. Inside he could see her pacing in front of the window, either worried for him, or worried what he might do on his own. The day had been too much for her, he wasn’t sure she could take much more, especially after tonight. Silently he brought the bottle up to his lips as that song still echoed in his head.
~They harmed you Lucifer’s Angel
Never live, never die
Your life has been denied, Lucifer’s Angel. ~
Cringing he brought the bottle to his lips again, taking a deep swill, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat. He eventually drank himself to unconsciousness.
Chapter 7
He was two tequila’s into the night, after an afternoon of gin and vodka, when that noise had drifted down to him. At first he had thought it was another one of his hallucinated songs, it had certainly seemed like it was, after all who would willingly listen to that crap? But unfortunately for him, it hadn’t been one of his waking nightmares, which made it so much worse.
Some whiny band with awful instrumentation (seriously, it sounded like a synthesizer) had been blaring through the speakers. He hadn’t really cared, had only intended to tell the kid to turn it down, when the lyrics slapped him in the face.
~Fly away from the torch of blame,
They harmed you Lucifer’s Angel.
Never live, never die, your life has been denied,
They called you Lucifer’s Angel. ~
He had kicked the door in, in his anger. The poor kid had pretty much screamed, frightened out of his skin. He had stalked to the stereo, calmly pushed the eject button for the CD player and took out the CD. Then he threw the disk at the wall, shattering it.
“Don’t play that shit again,” he had calmly told the freaked out kid, and stalked out of the room. She had rushed in after his departure, and he knew on some level that this would be the end of it, that he had finally gone too far, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
The music was still playing in his head, picking right up where he had stopped it, haunting him with cryptic lyrics. Circling his brain, pushing buttons he didn’t know he had, sending him into a downward spiral of hate. Rage coursed through his veins as he stomped down the stairs to the ground floor. Rage at everything. Rage at fate, at those damned flying monkeys and the soul-sucking fiends from below. He even raged against himself, mad at all he had done and failed to do. He stalked into the kitchen and pulled open a cabinet, snagging the first bottle he could find before heading out the back.
Sitting in the dark, perched on the edge of the property line, under the large tree that crowded the fence, he contemplated the nature of the universe at the bottom of a bottle. Inside he could see her pacing in front of the window, either worried for him, or worried what he might do on his own. The day had been too much for her, he wasn’t sure she could take much more, especially after tonight. Silently he brought the bottle up to his lips as that song still echoed in his head.
~They harmed you Lucifer’s Angel
Never live, never die
Your life has been denied, Lucifer’s Angel. ~
Cringing he brought the bottle to his lips again, taking a deep swill, grimacing as the liquid burned his throat. He eventually drank himself to unconsciousness.
Chapter 7