The Devil's Wife

By: N. Abdo

Daddy said we were going to move
to some place better
Someplace where the lilies of the field
grew so high, they'd tickle your calves.

Daddy said it wasn't far from home-
Just turn here and make a left -

And I kept asking "are we there yet?"

Mummy's eyes were tired
like my little feet when I arrive from ballet
She was the first one to transition.

Then it was my turn.
Daddy said "I'll be right with you"

But he never came.
Neither did mummy.

I was stuck in the middle.
The tarnished plates read "welcome to purgatory"

But I did not conform with that.

First I went down.
It felt like a sauna
It was the Devil's Dune.

And there I met him, the most promiscuous of angles... Lucifer,
my eternal lover.

Just like in a Greek tragedy, my fate was predetermined. Except the Greeks would have despised being in His company. But not me; I still lust for it so bad.
    "Could the next pacient PLEASE proceed to balcony number 5!" I was next in line. My cracked my little fingers in frustration, as I approached the scarlet - coloured room. My thigh-high boots clacking against the white marble floor, which contained a couple of fractures. "Come in"...
    There He sat. His diplomas all hanged kind of crooked on that same wallpaper from years ago. His blonde hair contrasting impeccably with the black of his iris. His suit perfectly groomed - as always. His body looking like it had been carved by the Saviour himself... but he had abstained from His company long ago. He examined his glasses for an instant before asking: "What brings
you here, my child?" The raspiness of his voice... so tender at times, yet so rough and malicious. My halo was shining through my heavy cloak, even though my endless attempts to hold it in. "I am tired of that place. He cannot know I came here. Wait, he will know eventually, but not now." He let out a laugh exposing his shiny pearls. "As long as you describe to me what exactly makes you want to escape such a... majestic place like Heaven?" I processed his words in my head before answering him. "First of all, I did not get there in the best of ways. Judgment Day can be merciless. Secondly, I am utterly exhausted of having to listen to that unbearable harp that Gabriel insists on playing. Besides, he is not even that good. That's it." He raised his brows. "Is that it?"
"Yes", I answered sharply. "I don't believe you." "You don't have to."
    He smirked once again, this time in frustration. "Look, if you want to reside within my community, you need to tell me the truth. Or have you forgotten your manners? Thou shall not lie!" I bit my lip, attempting to look away as he unbuttoned the collar of his shirt. "Fine. I want to become a dancer, walk around in dresses and skirts like any other girl here. And I want to visit my parents on Level 4." He paused for a moment before exhaling a breath which seemed to have been held for a couple of seconds.
"Ditto!"
    The truth was that, I couldn't care less about meeting my parents; my life was already at the verge of fiasco, what could have gone worst? It would only be a matter of time for me to make it to the top. Because the truth is, we all crave attention... be it from something holly and sacred, or a monster, a fallen angel. And that was how I, Lilith, came to be... the lover of Lucifer, the unknown woman behind his tremendous success.