EvilTwinSister

Adam knew Lilith's new husband was a freak, he just had to prove it. The little guy showed up out of fuckin' nowhere, and starts making everyone swoon, even though he was all of 5 foot nothing. His job is a mystery, his background is a mystery - he had no social media, nothing nowhere.

Lucian M. Estrella.

He lived in a weirdly huge house on the outskirts of town with Lilith, which was weird on another fucking level, because Adam had grown up in this town his entire life, and he was certain that house had never been here before. He used to come out here, drive out to the quarry, getting drunk, high, and doing whatever the fuck he wanted because there was nothing better to do. He'd been down that road hundreds of times, he didn't remember ever seeing it. Eve told him he was being paranoid, they probably just cut down bushes or repainted, that's why it didn't look familiar.

No fucking way.

Adam pulled up a window on the side of the house and pulled himself inside. It was dark, all dark inside, which was what he'd hoped for. Lilith said she was going on vacation with her new husband, and everyone fawned over the two of them. The whole town had gone fucking mad and stupid, always chatting about how great they were, how amazing Lucian was. No, Adam thought to himself as he lifted his flashlight to look around the kitchen.

There was something here, and he was going to find it.

He walked around cautiously, wood creaking under each of his steps, as though the house was ancient, but there was not a hint of ware on anything and there was still a sharp scent of freshly laid paint. The house barely looked lived in, it looked like a prop, a movie set. Adam could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he progressed through the place, noticing there were no pictures on any of the walls. The furniture had no dips in it from where you'd expect folks to have been sitting. There was no dust.

A door creaked behind him, and Adam spun, heart jumping up into his chest, but it didn't seem to be anything, just old joints in the house moaning. Adam let the door fall open more, and realized it was steps into the basement, where it looked like there was a light at the very end of the steps. Adam swallowed hard, having seen one too many horror movies, but he was 6'4 and had muscle and bulk on his side. He'd been in more scraps and fights than he needed to admit to. There's no way Lucian could actually do anything to him.

Adam took the steps, wrinkling his nose as he went further down. Something stunk, like death, soil, and fire - with a hint of something else, sulfur maybe? Adam got to the very bottom of the basement, and his stomach dropped. There were weird markings across the walls, sigils of some sort painted in what looked like blood, across every given surface of the place - and there on the floor, were bodies. Dismembered pieces knit together with pieces of some kind of goat or sheep.

But, Adam knew some of these people, these bodies. He'd seen them before, just today. Before he left to drive out here, he'd past them in town, he knew he had. Adam's hands began to shake looking down upon them, there was no way, they were rotting to the point that they couldn't be the same people he'd seen earlier. Then how were they here? What the fuck was going on

SLAM

Adam spun on his heels and looked upwards, towards the staircase. He heard each step creaks as someone slowly descended down to meet him. Adam balled up his fist, ready to fucking fight his way out of here if it was the last thing he did, he wasn't going to go out like a bitch on his knees.

Lucian stepped down into sight, and appraised Adam coolly. "Adam."

"You're a fucking monster," Adam whispered, before his voice broke into a shout. "What the fuck have you done?!"

Lucian tilted his head, eyebrow raised. "What you wanted."

Adam's eyebrows knit together, and he shook his head. "What the fuck are you talking about-"

"As you left today, Janice Slough and Judy King stepped infront of your car, making you slam on the breaks. You wished they'd disappear." Lucian said slowly, and Adam froze. "You passed Garret Pecking as you turned onto 13th Street, and you remembered he owed you money in highschool he never repaid. You wanted something terrible to happen to him."

Adam's heart slammed in his throat. How did he know all of that? He hadn't even really meant it, he just had been annoyed, it wasn't like that. Wait.

"Where's Lilith?" Adam whispered, horrified by what Lucian was about to say.

"You wanted her to have a good husband, didn't you? You still loved her, you wished her the best. Then, you wished for her to just... Disappear when you realized she'd never love you back." Lucian smiled, and it was sharp. All of his teeth were pointed like a shark. "I'm surprised you haven't caught on by now, Adam. You recognize this house, don't you?"

Adam's lip trembled as he looked around. It wasn't like a horror movie. It was exactly like a horror movie he'd seen as a kid. He always thought the house looked cool, he'd wanted to explore one like the ill fated teens had in the film.

Lucian walked closer and Adam dropped his flashlight, but even as the light went out, the room stayed a reddish glow. He drew closer and closer until Adam was backed up against the wall. Wings spread out from Lucians back as he looked up at Adam, eyes turning a sickly gold bathed in red. Horns curled out of his skull, ripping through the skin like it was just a costume he was wearing.

"Now, Adam, isn't it time you said my true name? You're the one who summoned me here afterall."

Adam had flashes of memories dart through his mind, of drunkenly and jokingly reading off some nonsense he'd seen online, trying to summon a demon to do your bidding. Adam had been down at the quarry, alone, divorced, and just wanting something. Something that wouldn't abandon him, that would love him, that would be loyal to him. And when he went big, he went big. Adam wasn't about to summon some minor demon, no, he'd attempted to summon-

Adam curled up to the best of his ability in his bed, clenching his eyes closed, trying to tell himself it was all a dream. When he went back into town, everything would be normal again, no one would remember anything weird, because it wasn't real. It was a dream. It was all just a nightmare.

Flashes of memories ran through his head, of a forked tongue running up the side of his neck, of red feathers, of blood, of his escape. He'd nearly broken down, before pushing away and desperately taking the stairs two at a time to get out of the basement. To get away from him.

Lucifer

No, no, no. Adam didn't even believe in any of that shit - it was all a joke! He didn't believe in demons and angels, he certainly fucking wouldn't have attempted to summon an actual devil. That's why it had to be fake.

Everything would be normal again tomorrow.

The next day, Adam cautiously walked down the steps of his apartment building, and across the street to the store. He'd not really gotten any sleep, but he must have dozed off for awhile. He'd thrown on cleanish clothes, feeling like he could still smell something on what he'd fallen into bed in. Adam knew his hair was a mess, and he scratched at his chin, feeling more stubble spread across his chin than the usual patch he left.

But everything...seemed fine. People were talking amongst themselves that he did walk past, though it was mostly old folks and housewives in the store at this time of day. He didn't hear Lucian's name a single time as he walked past them, which was already a drastic difference from what he remembered.

A hand caught Adam's hoodie, and he nearly punched sweet old lady Clarene in the face. She smiled up at him through thick glasses, pointing a shaking bumpy hand upwards at a pack of tea high up.

"Could you grab that for me, Adam?" She asked, and Adam nodded jerkily, reaching up to grab it off the top shelf with ease. "Oh, thank you honey. You're such a good boy, I don't know why a girl hasn't snapped you up yet."

Adam gave a hollow laugh, looking away. "Well, Lilith and Eve tried, but that didn't work out."

Clarene stared up at him, brows fit together. "Who?"

Adam's face began to fall. She was just old, right, she must have a bit of dementia or something. "...Lilith Silberberg? My ex wife? From the only Jewish family in town? Eve DeLuna? She moved here a couple years ago?"

Clarene frowned, "honey, I know the Silberbergs, but they don't have any children, and I've never heard of any DeLuna."

Adam's body began to tremble and he backed away, turning to find anyone, anyone else. Two middle aged mothers were down the aisle, talking to each other, and looked startled when Adam stumbled up in front of them. He'd known one of them growing up, and she quickly looked worried at the state he was in.

"Adam, are you okay?"

"Lilith, Eve, do those names mean anything to you?" Adam asked in a rush, and she stared at him like a deer in headlights.

"Like... Biblical Eve?"

"No, like my ex girlfriend and my ex wife?" Adam barked out, and she jerked back at his tone, shaking her head in confusion.

"What about Janice? Or Garrett Pecking?" Adam asked, yet there was still no recognition in her face. "Fuck! What fucking use are you even?! Just, get the fuck out of my face! Go away!" Adam yelled, feeling his mind fray and tear. He clenched his eyes closed, rubbing at his temples, feeling a massive headache coming on.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay, I'm just-" Adam looked back down at her, only to find a single woman standing there. The other woman, who's name he didn't recall.

"Where is Lex?" Adam asked, voice high and tight.

"Who?" She asked, and Adam half choked on a sob.

He turned to rush out of the store, keeping his eyes down. Was it his fault? Because he wanted her to go away? Had he done that? What about the others? What had happened to them, why did no one remember them?

"This isn't real, this isn't fucking real." Adam repeated to himself as he got back inside his apartment, slamming and locking the door behind him. He crawled onto his bed, his back up against the wall, arms wrapped around his knees, looking out his bedroom door as though he was waiting for something to show itself.

There was silence for a long time, but it was broken by the sound of scratching on the door of his apartment. Adam jolted, hairs standing on the back of his neck, his eyes were wide, waiting for the inevitable. It was long slow scratches that grew in intensity, speeding up until it was a frantic sound, like something trying to dig through the wood of the door itself.

Just get it over with already, Adam thought to himself, and the scratching stopped suddenly. Then, he heard footsteps, like the same ones he'd heard before. Except, it sounded like they were coming from the ceiling, growing closer and closer, but Adam couldn't see anything outside his room. He could hear the creaks enter his room above him.

"You're just fucking with me, aren't you? Lucifer!" Adam bit out, unshed tears stinging his eyes.

A motion caught his eye, and Adam shook as blackened pointed hands curled over the edge of his bed, until the entire devil had pulled himself up and in front of Adam. His human disguise was entirely gone. He had little in way of a nose, and his grin was wide and sharp, far too much so for any human. His body was a stark white, marked with blackened limbs, hooves on his feet, and red marks like stripes across his ribs.

"You call me again so soon, I'm flattered." Lucifer purred, using a finger to hook under Adam's chin.

"What do you want from me?" Adam asked morosely, trying to lean away from his touch. "My soul? My body?"

Lucifer's eyes lit up, and he laughed, shaking his head. "Oh, Adam. Sweet Adam. You don't exactly understand what kind of contract you made, do you?"

Adam didn't answer, of course he fucking didn't.