Lucifer’s Lilith

”Ah! ”

Eardrums could burst after hearing Raquels frightening shout for help.

She jerks like she was being cleared with a high voltage.

Her eyes flash open and widen, and her pupils look like they would pop out anytime.

She breaks into a cold sweat, her chest thumping as her heart races faster than that of a dogs.

She turns her head and looks left and right, as she tries to process her entire situation and the scenario from earlier.

However, something seemed off.

Unsettled, she asks herself. Where am I?

The room she woke up to, was nothing to write home about; it was plain, literally an empty white space save a brown park bench.

At first, she decides to ignore the bench and check for herself if her hypothesis was true.

She had two thoughts in mind.

It was either she was dead or kidnapped, but she seems to be more convinced it was the first.

During her tour, Raquel paused on her track.

She could still feel the traces of the warm hand that pressed upon her neck and recalled how frightened she was when she saw the look in Harrys eyes while he strangled her, that small glimpse of the smirk he wore while sending her to the afterlife freighted her more than anything.

Vividly she recalled how she struggled to gasp for even just a second of air, she could give anything and everything for even just a split second of air, but that, unfortunately, became a luxury she could not afford.

To think the air she took for granted all these years was the thing she wished for the most upon her dying moment.

After walking a distance, she finally concluded that no matter how far she would walk, she would still arrive at the same location, so defeated, she got tired and decided to take a break, after agreeing with herself that there was no way out.

Besides that, the pain she was experiencing as a cancer patient died the moment she woke up.

Although she could not see her face, the withered beauty of hers made its way back to her and her face glowed to the point where it was blinding.

She was stunning.

That aside, her cracked lip felt moist and soft, ”it has to be the afterlife, ” she thought.

Im dead!

Finally, the first stage of grievance stroke is realization.

”Im dead, aren I? ”

She asked herself where she stood.

Knowing full well what the answer is, after all, its not every day that one gets to see the grim reaper next to them as their eyes closed.

Her knees began to tingle, and in no time it went numb that she could no longer feel her leg muscles, a familiar feeling of paralysis it was, that she collapsed on her knees upon the face of the earth.

Her hair ruffled as the strands of her hair covered her face giving off a ghostly feel, she supports her body from reaching the floor with her arms.

What followed next was a series of sniffles and tears, and when the real tears began she could almost flood the place with her never-ending tears.

Nothing could comfort her, especially not the fact that she was in a room that had no end or beginning.

Raquel couldn tell if she was in the afterlife or just being messed with.

Finally, she dried her tears with her shirt and in that process she found herself dressed in the same outfit she had on her before she died.

itd be better if it was white or something. She mumbles angrily to herself.

She drags her legs with her and sits upon the park bench, looking up, staring at the white atmosphere that was not a wall, nor a cloud, just a white something that did not seem to end.

After much thought, she closed her eyes, bending her head back to rest upon the edge of the bench.

Clack!

Clack!!

Clack!!!

Automatically, her senses came alive, as she listened to the hollow sound of footsteps that seemed to increase as they got closer.

”Hmm, there was no sound of a door or anything? How did this person get in? Was someone else in here before me or is that person just waking up as I did? ”

Questions swam through her mind as she desperately tried to decode the answer.

”Lets just ask. ” She said to herself as the footsteps drew close enough before coming to a halt.

However, something felt strange.

She couldn identify the location of that person, from the moment the footsteps stopped.

Suddenly, a mysterious aura like an ocean drowned the entire room, sending shivers down her spine that caused even the strands of hairs on her body to lay low.

She could feel it, a murderous gaze right above her that made her tremble, that she dared not open her eyes, her palm became sweaty, cold sweat dripping down her face as she prayed, whatever you are, please go away because she felt that her life was on the line.