He made me strong, he swept me away from the nightmare and showed me a new life. I began in the garden too afraid to leave, but I left fierce and stronger than ever.
The abuse I had endured by Adams hand still haunted me, but Lucifer was teaching me to turn my pain and rage into my power. Lucifer was the most beautiful man I could ever even imagine. He was tall with porcelain skin and long silky black hair that offset his light blue eyes. His large black wings protruded from his back a symbol of strength.
The world beyond the garden was much more dangerous as it had not yet been completely developed. My first night outside the garden it had rained and the rain was acidic and burned my skin. Lucifer was the one to shield me under his massive wings, he saved me again that night as he always would.
He gave me something I never knew I had, strength and for that my heart belonged to him. The misunderstood angel of light, he held many burdens but never once shared them. I would like to think I gave him something back in return for all the gifts he had given me, but that I could...