I had thought of myself as a weird kid. I had imaginary friends and all but something wasn't right as if for me having an imaginary friend named Lucifer.

I did ask my mother several times but she always shrugged it off.

I mean, what nine-year-old girl would have an imaginary friend named Lucifer and I'm talking about the real Lucifer, the one who is the devil.

It had lasted about five years ago until he had left me, simply disappeared but right now, he stood in front of me with his devilishly handsome face.

His cheekbones high up, making an impossible angle. His jawline as sharp as a cliff's edge. His beautiful dark eyes made up with a strange shade of blue. His face, exquisite and delicate, something that people would die for.

"Lucifer. " I managed to whisper. "How."

He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth.
"No, not lucifer. You've got me wrong, Eva." He said. "I'm not Lucifer, neither am I your imaginary friend. I'm real."
A look of concern crossed his face. "You've got to help me, Eva. Please or else this world would be destroyed, burned into ashes." He jutted his hand forward. "Take my hand and I'll take you to my world. You are the only one who could help us."

I took his hand and the world dissolved, replacing my room with a beautiful realm, a world that I had always dreamt of.


Note: This is something which randomly popped up in my head, just a short story. If you like it, I'll write more of these short stories.