Kvasir

"Shannon? Shannon! Where are you? That blasted bastard Michael sure did lose in battle over your honor!" Lucifer hounded.

I pulled my hoodie up with frogs on it and wept, my mascara running. My jeans had dirt over them, and my combat boots were muddy.

"Shannon," Lucifer sobbed, tripping on a rock – and falling straight into my lap.

His rams horns poked me in the boob, and his wings were stopping me from breathing. I spit them out, and wrestled out from under him, fiercely pushing him away.

"Go away, monster!" I cried.

Lucifer scrabbled like bloody moonlight to embrace me. I was pummelling his chest.

"You've ruined my life! You resurrected me from the Dead! You ruined Heaven, then you ruined Eden, and stole me away from the only home I ever knew! A nineteen year old isn't supposed to remember ETERNITY!"

"Shannon…" he whispered. "Why did you kiss my brother?"