So I said the other day "hmmm I've not remembered my dreams lately" then -BAM- f**king nightmare.
I say nightmare. I mean it started that way.
I lived in a small town after the world LITERALLY went to $hit. It was like some weird combo of Supernatural, Handmaids Tale, and Hunger Games.
People were fighting for food. Like the "rich" who happened to be part of the f**king church made poor people fight...for FOOD!
But like there were supernatural things happening. People were seeing weird things and weird things were happening. Everyone who wasn't "rich" was pissed at the church but was scared to voice it.
We all dutifully went to mass every day after working our @$$es off. We got home after dark, cooked, cleaned and did it all again the next day. IT SUCKED. Our houses were like something out of the dark ages. Mostly plain, mostly candle light or small lamps, gas or wood stoves. Women were basically only there to breed and take care of the menfolk and kids.
But the churches...they were bright and full of riches (WTF). One day after a horrid time of explaining AGAIN that I can't make babies I heard a voice in my head. It was a deep, sensual voice. It sounded familiar and gave me chills but like in a good way, not scared. It promised to free me from the turmoil of life and punish the church. As tempting as that sounded I told it to F**K off and walked inside.
It laughed....IT LAUGHED this rich amused chuckle and in a deep timber said it was only being nice, I didn't have to give it permission. Suddenly I was flying through the air like a spastic supergirl and snarling at the priest adorned in gold. He threw holy water at me and an I said in a voice that wasn't mine "You can't make holy water if you are not a good person".
I realized I was...enjoying this and started laughing and saying "Holy $hit I'm Flying!" The demon seemed amused by my amusement.
The poor were cheering and encouraging my...antics. This happened for a while, not too long but we seemed to have like a symbiotic friendship...thing going on. Then one day I got hurt really really bad during one of our performances....and he left. I became part of the resistance trying to get out from under the holy regime in control.
Some time later after a raid, I hear the voice again but its not in my head. I turn and my jaw drops open. Its Lucifer. Not like biblical Lucifer...I mean Lucifer...I mean Tom Ellis...Lucifer! I am at a loss for words. Then he says "You know not all fiction is fiction... there is sometimes a little truth." Sir are you implying Lucifer...the show was based on...NO WAY NO NAH AH! And he had that...that predatory glean in his eyes, like he had in the stupid show. That look that makes you feel funny things.
He grabbed me by the back of my neck, then leaned in. I could feel his breath on my lips as he said "Don't try to pretend you don't want this"
AND THEN I WOKE UP! I woke up before the good part because my subconscious is an @$$hole!
