The Chronicles of Logan DeRais: The One That Bleeds

It had been an entire year since Lucifer had taken me in as his wife, and we had slept together. Since then, I lived in the Mourning Star all the time, in my love’s throne room, where I could look out on all of Hell and view all that would be my domain once I was the mother of Satan’s child, the Anti-Christ.And today was the day. My husband told me that at twelve o’clock midnight tonight, my baby would be born. One whole year had passed since he had impregnated me; longer than most babies stayed in their mother. But my love assured me that nothing was wrong; that it was totally normal. The Anti-Christ would need extra time in the womb to mature and to grow. I was so excited right then. My baby, our baby, was going to be born in less than six hours. I had ever felt such emotion inside me as I did right now. I would rule Hell alongside my loving husband, and after our son grew up, we would launch an assault on the rest of the known universe, and make it all our dominion. For the first time in a long, long time, I felt safe. When my love held me, when he kissed me, when we were together.I knew he loved me. I knew he would never let anything happen to me, or let anything hurt me, especially not Logan.

I sat in Lucifer’s throne room, on his throne. He insisted on this while he was away, but I wasn’t sure why. But, if I was just going to sit there the whole six hours, waiting for my love to return so he could watch his son being born, the time would crawl by very slowly. I stood up, and walked away from his throne to look down on what he had promised me my dominion would be. He said that everything and anything I could see from this window would be mine, as a present. I placed my hand on my stomach; it had grown very large over the year I had been pregnant. I could feel my son moving around inside. Twisting, kicking, bumping against my insides. I had spent weeks debating over what to call him, and I thought I had finally come up with a good name. Dűscậth. His name would be Dűscậth. It meant ‘Twilight’ in a forgotten language, long extinguished from this universe by the ravages of time. He would be the twilight. The twilight on God’s reign over Heaven and earth. The twilight over peace, happiness, and life in general. The entire world would go to Hell, and Dűscậth would snuff out all that was left of surface world, and that pathetic half existence known as Heaven.

Just then, my love came through the door, carrying his ruby stave. I ran to him, and jumped in his arms, kissing him passionately. He held onto me; he would never let me fall. We stayed that way for several minutes, our bodies intertwined and our mouths locked together. His body was hot, literally and figuratively. I ran my fingers through his hair, where they found their way to the back of his neck, and pushed his lips onto mine harder. His hands were rubbing me all over, my back, my hair, my stomach, and some places less appropriate for mention.

After what seemed scarcely more than a minute, we fell apart.

“Good evening, my love,” Lucifer said, kissing the top of my head. I wrapped my arms around him and pushed my head into his chest in response.

“Are you ready?” he asked me, stroking my back.

“Yes,” I moaned into his chest, “Please, let it come early. Don’t make me wait six more hours. I want to see our son now,”

“All in good time, my dear,” he said, bending down to kiss my neck.

“But I want it to happen now!” I said, ‘I want to see our baby. I want to train him with you. I want to love him, and hold him. I want to see you happy…”

“I am happy,” he said, holding me tight, “You make me the happiest of all creatures,”

“Really?” I asked him for the hundredth time, looking deep into his eyes. I was sure he was lying…how could I ever make someone happy?

“Yes,” he said. There was no lie in his eyes.

“I love you so much,” I gushed, standing up on my toes to kiss him again.

“I love you,” he said, kissing me back.

All of a sudden, I felt a sharp poke in my stomach. I flinched with pain. Lucifer looked at me curiously.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, concerned.

“It hurts,” I said in a whisper, holding my stomach and flinching again as my insides were struck by something. I cried out, and held tighter to my everlasting love.

“Shh, shh, it’ll all be over soon, Zoane,” Satan reassured me. I trusted him, and did my best to bear the pain. It kept coming, faster now, sharp jabs of pain inside me. I was scared…what if something had gone wrong? I grabbed a hold of my love’s hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Please…you won’t let anything hurt me, will you?” I asked for the thousandth time.

“Of course not. I promise you, you’ll be fine. Nothing bad will ever happen to you, ever again,” he continued to promise, but the pains coming from deep inside me said different. It felt like...like someone was trying to claw its way out of me.

“I’m afraid!” I screamed, breaking away from Satan, “Please, please make it stop!”

“I cannot,” my husband said in a low voice, “That would entail the death of my son,”

“Then…how much longer must I endure this?”

“About one more minute,” Satan said. I trusted him with my life, but the pains were getting worse and worse. Suddenly, something sharp drove itself into my stomach wall, puncturing it. I let out a cry of agony, and looked down. A claw-like hand was protruding from my stomach! I cried out again.

“Please, my love, save me! Make it stop! I’m going to die!”

“Yes,” he replied, indifferently.

“What?!” I gasped, the pain disappearing for a minute, ‘what are you saying?”

“Yes, you are going to die,” he said, his voice uncaring.

“Why?” I began to sob desperately, “Why would you to this to me? I thought you loved me!”
”No, you silly child. I never loved you. It was all just an act. I needed you, and I used you. You were the part of the Prophecy that I could twist to my advantage. All you are is the vessel in which my son will be born from…and his sustenance,”

My blood ran cold inside of me, “What do you mean?” I asked, afraid of the answer.

“The Anti-Christ must have human flesh to sustain itself, my pet,” Lucifer said, “And you shall be its sustenance,”

“No,” I said, disbelieving, “It's not possible...please no. Don’t do this to me! Don’t-“

I was cut off as my son pushed another hand through my stomach. I screamed with pain and fell to the ground, sobbing on the floor. Lucifer just stood there, watching me die. The hands gripped the outside of my stomach, and began tearing at it, making the hole even bigger. It ripped and tore at my insides, and I felt its sharp bite inside me. My screams continued. Lucifer was still standing there, soaking up my tortured screams, relishing in my grief. Just then, the stabbing pain stopped. My son leapt out of my stomach, and landed with a bloody slap on the ground. It was almost bad-like, with black hair growing from its head already, and a very, very pale face. Its mouth was like that of a shark’s, and its eyes…its eyes were black as coal. It turned on me, eyes growing wider. It leapt into the air, and landed on my face. My screams drowned everything else out.

As my son devoured Zoane, her screams began to die out, and she became still. I waited patiently for my son to finish off his first meal: he made short work of it. After less than a minute, nothing was left of pitiful Zoane but the blood on my son’s body and her screams still silently reverberating off the walls of my fortress. What a silly, silly girl. How could she ever believe that the Lord of Hatred, the Father of Lies, could ever love someone? How foolish of her. My son walked to me, then kneeled at my feet.

“Father,” it said in a low, monotonous voice.

“My son,” I said, proudly. “My son, what name do you choose for yourself?”

“My name is Dűscậth,” he drawled, “Thank you ever so much for releasing me and giving me such a nice, warm meal,”

“All debts shall be repaid in time,” I said, extending my hand to him, “Come with me,” I said, “So that we can begin your training,”

“Yes, my father,” he said, and took my hand.

“We shall rule,” I said, taking him into the room concealed behind my throne. Nothing could stop us now. The Chosen One was dead, and so was the angel Jessica. Any angelic threat to me was gone. Nothing could stop us now.