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Rick Michelson was a good man with a good life. He liked his job and had a great relationship with his lover. All was well in his life until the night Lucifer showed up in his living room. Lucifer decided Rick was the perfect one to target to relieve some late night boredom.
Excerpt
Rick went normally about his day then later that night he decided to go to bed early so he’d be rested when Terry came home. He showered again and entered his room, but before he could get into his bed he heard a noise coming from the living room. Carefully he treaded down the hall. He slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the counter on his way to the next room. He peeped around the corner with the knife extended.
“No need to peek, Rick. This is your house. Come on in so we can talk like men.”
Rick was stunned, frozen in his spot. It was a man. A strange man was in his house! He went through his mental rolodex to find the voice and didn’t. He had no clue who this man was, but he obviously knew him.
“Come on, Rick, I don’t have all night.”
Rick was still confused, but his instincts told him he was not in danger. He lowered the knife and slowly walked into the living room. The man sat on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table. He wore a large cowboy hat that sat low on his forehead and covered his face. The white tee shirt was tucked in across tight abs and his faded jeans flared over his brown boots. His legs were long and crossed at the ankles pushing the bulge between his legs up higher.
The man pushed the hat up to make his face visible. He flashed Rick a devilishly handsome grin. Rick was stunned by his handsome features and his square chin, five o’clock shadow and rich brown eyes with the soft glow added to his rugged good looks.
“Who the hell are you?” Rick asked.
“Well, Rick, I’ve been called many names by different people. Some have called me Satin or the evil one. Others have called me an evil spirit, the fallen angel and even Beelzebub”¦but I prefer Lou.”
Rick leaned on the wall then wrapped his arms around his chest. “Lou? As in Lucifer? Are you trying to tell me you’re the devil?” He asked with a disbelieving chuckle tucking the knife under his arm.
He shrugged. “You asked me who I was. I’m many things to many people.”
Rick rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay, so what do you want, Lou?”
Lou put his feet down and sat up with his arms across the back of the couch.
“Here’s the thing, Rick. My friends and I””“
Rick scoffed. “Friends?”
Lou laughed. “Oh, yes, you’d be surprised how many friends I have, Rick. Anyway, we were sitting around looking for something to do for fun and found you.”
“Me? What’s so fun about me?”
“Nothing and that’s what makes you fun.”
Rick frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Rick, you’re no fun. You are too straight and narrow with no give, fucking with you will be hilarious. My friends and I came up with a few things for you to do that will bring us a laugh or two.” He pulled a paper from his pocket and walked over to Rick.
Rick looked over the list his lips twisted as he did. “You’re joking right?”
“Nope.”
“Why do you want me to do this?”
“Because we would find it very amusing to watch you do it,” Lou explained with a laugh.
He scoffed. “Really? And what makes you think I would do it?”
“I got a good hunch you will.”
“Okay, let me get this straight. You want me to do some stuff so that you and your friends will be entertained? And I’m supposed to just agree to it, just like that?”
Lou pretended to think for a moment then smiled. “Hmm, yes, that about sums it up.”
This time Rick laughed and then tossed the paper back at him. “You’re crazy. Get the hell out of my house. If you’re really the devil I should be able to rebuke you or something.”
“Be careful with what you say, Rick. You could either do what I ask or suffer the consequences of turning me down.”
“Consequences? What do you mean? What consequences?”
“I mean that pretty little boyfriend of yours works late nights sometimes doesn’t he? It would be a shame if he had an accident on the way home.”
Anger flooded through Rick’s body and he gripped the knife. “What? If you lay one finger on Terry””“
Lou went on as if Rick hadn’t spoken. “Or that school you love so much, fires happen all the time, my friend.” He saw the stunned expression cross Rick’s face and smiled. “I have friends everywhere, Rick, but your little Terry and the school will be safe if you just play along with our little game.”
Rick pushed his anger away. The soft glow in Lou’s brown eyes were now bright flames. He knew in his gut Lou was telling the truth.
“Why bother me? There are hundreds, thousands of people who you could mess with. I haven’t done anything to anyone. I’m a good man.”
Lou laughed. “Rick, I don’t need a reason to fuck with people. It’s what I do. Besides, who better to fuck with than a good man?” He walked back to the couch and plopped down. “Now come on, it’s decision time. My friends and I need a good laugh. What’ll it be?”
Rick sighed and nodded his agreement. He put the knife on the table and then picked up the discarded paper.