Maziqueen's Story- Part 2

#NewBeginningsPart 2-Changes in the Mist

(Remember I'm playing on the show Lucifer, with some same concepts but twists on my own take for myself and my story)

I had literally waited hours for my client, even beating traffic and getting there with time to spare. My secretary had taken the potentials clients information off our website, no name no inchingly who it was. Which should have been my first reaction that this was going to be a bogus set up but I was in my prime. I was doing so much business that it didn’t even phase me. Some clients wanted to be discreet so it didn’t really red flag me.

I sat there, ordering my coffee. That was the place they wanted to meet some little shop in the slums, so it didn’t bug me to show. I would usually pass along these type of cases to my minions but in the notes it was directly asking for me, for my name. It was again another red flag that I should have recognized but again it didn’t and I blamed my secretary since she took down the info.

But there I sat, and as bystanders came left and right; it seemed hours had passed which to me seems an eternity when I am trying to put my game face on, not like I couldn’t be passed down anyways. I was the devil beyond my sexual looks I had this power over people I could make them a puddle of sweat if I wanted so it really didn’t bother me. But what did was the time passing. I was getting irritated by hour two. Hell I should have left at 30 minutes past the meeting point but I was giving the benefit of the doubt. Maybe traffic caught them like it did me, or maybe a deer caught their car. I was making up stories in my mind, any excuse to give them why to stand up me when they specifically asked for me.

But I was stood up, never in my wildest dreams from dates to even clients in the past had I ever been stood up, I was furious. It only made me want to know who it was who had supposedly set this meeting because they had asked for me. The only thing that snapped me back into reality was my good friend Dallas texting me to meet up for drinks at his bar.

I knew Dallas from college and he was the best thing here on the human earth that I could closely call family. He even knew who and what I was not that I tried to hide it, I was always proud to say I was the devil, but he knew me for me. The true devil I wanted people to know. I knew it had to be something big because it was the middle of the day and usually Dallas wouldn’t text me til I was off work.

I needed the distraction anyways so I paid for the stupid coffee and left. Wasn’t going to wait for some ghost and I needed a stiff one after being stood up, no one has ever done it before so I was dazed in the reaction. The only other time I ever had felt like this was when the one that got away. Frustrated confused in a daze basically.

My first taste of love was bittersweet like green on the vine. Don’t tell me love isn’t something you wont try again, that just isn’t true. And in my case love never had a good ending. But for Dallas, he was truly and deeply. I saw that when I ended up at his bar and he was introducing me to his girl. This was the reason for his unsual call and it made me honored. But as the night drug on we got to know each other things came up that made me think of not just my standing up but my first heart being shattered.

Now, when I first got to earth did I even fathom that I would be about the love thing, hell to the fucking no. I wasn’t even dreaming it, in fact what I wanted was just to fill the void of my own fathers loveless emotion to me.

I was all about the sex and never in my dreams would I have thought love would hit this coldheart but alas it did but boy I wasn’t ready for what was in store with it.

It was already a days pass that I had met up with valentina and dallas, feelings came out with my words. It made me think. I had got to the office early as always, work was my scape goat when I didn’t deal with feelings.

I couldn't help but sit at my desk as the early sun rose and ponder at the thoughts that Valentina and Dallas brought up. It wasn't like it hadn't come up before all about who I was, even though Dallas knew he didn’t want to be the one to tell Valentina. Though most people knew my name and that the devil walked amongst us, never did she ever think here I was and a woman at that. Her questions came and came filling the bar with gossip amongst the three of us. It wasn’t like humans to be all quiet in fact it was always a rule to never tell humans we were angels but I was always about breaking the rules. My father wasn't keen with the idea of my little vacation and new venue being earth so what better way to enjoy than let mouths run its course with who and what I could do.

My father was always one with rules and consequences, whether we wanted it or not he always had his way in finding me and trying to shut me up. He was quite the funny man, bringing my brothers to do his laundry, but as truth be told I had my ways even with my own family. I struck a deal to stay on earth, and that wasn't always the fun talk amongst my family who thought they had to return me to the depths of hell. But even with staying on earth my mouth would never cease and thus the devil was walking amongst us,

Years passed as one came and went. Some only a passing hello others like my oldest brother stayed to keep watch of my where's who's and what's about me. He tried to warn me of my changing with the mortal but I didn't need nor want his advice and took it upon myself to be blinded by it all.

I leaned back as I brought the pen to my lips and slowly lifted my boots to my desk crossing my legs. It was fun playing the mortal even with my brothers warnings. What could he know I possibly couldn't. But I was wrong and of course, sad to say in my eyes, he was right.

I rolled my eyes thinking back to Valentinas questioning. She definitely brought up some old feelings and memories I wanted to stay hidden. Which I knew it would eventually come to it, whether I could or be loved. She was right to ask that I mean it wasn’t like I wasn’t the sexiest thing around but I had my heart guarded, until once upon a time. I mean who could love a thing like me. Dallas was different, he was family and wasn’t one to judge but when it came to most, people judged whether they said it or not their actions always spoke louder than anything else. And I was always on my judgement day. Left and right I would get the sure ok ya sure you’re the devil not knowing until favors were granted and I couldn’t die so when shots would fire and I wouldn’t go down people knew that my mouth didn’t just talk I walked the walk. But that wouldn’t help what the heart wants and what others see. 

 

 

I sighed as I looked back at all the glorious memories of defying my father, a lot of my brother coming in to save the day, heading the warnings but I could give one fuck about warnings. Old testaments that were obviously full of lies the biggest one about me so who did I give one fuck about what my brother said. He warned me someone would be coming and it would be my undoing but who was my brother all high and mighty to change my process.

As I thought back to Valentias questions, last night, I had brushed them off and laughed about it but it only made me flood with thoughts of #Him. Why of all things would I let myself fall into the warnings and be consumed with human experiences. But it came, I never told valentina, but dallas knew the story. A story I wish I could forget. A story that ultimately made me who I was today, a coldhearted bitch.

I rolled my eyes again as my thoughts consumed me .i leaned back forward violently. "Oh come on Maze, you in love? Seriously. You weren’t you were just in love with the thought of it all look what he did to you now, second guessing everything" Getting up I walked to my filing cabinet getting a few files to work on. Its true though, even thinking back to my meeting I was supposed to have with a potential client, I would have already been digging and hacking to find the ip address where it came but something was holding me back to find out who it was.

I sat back down and tried to concentrate as I brought my pen to my brims. That is what scared me the most, that I was changing and becoming too soft because of the past and what #he did to me. I fucked before I met him, it wasn't a lie that I didn't. I had sex like there was no tomorrow, and i tended to do it a lot until I met #Him, #he changed me and it was different. It wasn't just sex, it was more. And when #he left, my guard came up and I wouldn't let anyone just anyone take me for granted again nor would sex be on the list of things to do each day, it wasn’t sex anymore after he crushed me.

I laughed, and remembered #He actually pushed me away for the longest time, I wanted it more just for #Him pushing me away. But the more time we spent together the more my emotions played part. I was becoming as one with #Him. I was vulnerable. My immortality was suffering, I bled I felt I yearned. That's what my brother warned me about, #He would be my undoing.

So at the time I decided it would be best to tell #Him about me, it felt right just as I had done with Dallas but *I breathed in* alas it wasn't meant to be. I guess #He couldn't handle it and left me in the dust. I never showed really anyone except the punishing what my true form looked like, not even dallas though he heard stories. It wasn’t until #him that I had showed my form.

The memoires started to flood my mind as I couldn’t get it off my chest. I remember I first met #Him as a client and I knew the lifestyle of what being famous meant and what it made #Him, he was always on call for traveling to even the ends of the world for a film and #He wanted me to tag along for the ride only first to be his body guard, his personal guard, but it grew much more than anything else. We grew inseparable, and unfortunately I let every warning every guard down and let my heart open to a human, a man I fell in deeply in love with.

Anytime #he was traveling he would tell me each and everything of his itinerary even when I didn’t ask he would tell me, that’s the relationship we had. There was no secrets between us. That’s when I knew things had changed. If he was all over the place he would at least tell me. So the day I exposed myself and the next there was nothing no call no show. I knew it was done. I didn't expect it that was for sure. I at least deserved more than that. I didn’t expect for #Him to not even give me a word of his whereabouts when #He left he basically vanished into thin air but it was what #He wanted . I knew #He wanted to be gone, I knew he couldn't take my form it was something inside me, my gut feeling that told me.

 

I often wondered if just using the tap of a button I could find him. But I stopped myself each time, he didn't want to be found. Or so I thought*

"Ma'am" *I felt the puncture if a gaze upon me, my secretary standing before me as I finally hit back to reality ”Oh sorry Calese,” I said as I jokingly blamed the alcohol the night before had got to me, it was a lie because as a devil I couldn’t lie, but I couldn’t tell her my memoires no one would get it "Ma'am, I'm sorry to barge in. You have a client on line 4, or potential, or previous " she rambled on and on, as I rolled my brown hues and took my pen to my lips wondering when she would ever stop. I had even that way with woman they always threw themselves upon me. Another power, but alas I tried to fight some of it I couldn't have a harassment suit in my own company.

"Get on with it Clarese you are rambling, " I said. "Oh um well. Line 4 ma'am" I nodded and waved her out. Who could be a potential yet previous client of mine, "Hello," I said as I leaned back and had my boots go up "Mazikeen Speaking, how may I be of service" and there was #His voice.

 

I hit my desk violently coming up from my chair as I even about fell out. How did, where did, why is he even calling?? That's when it hit me, that meeting that I was stood up on was #Him.

#TBC