A Lonely Soul

Every night a young woman sits at home eating whatever she can find in her fridge and watches something she’s probably seen a hundred times. Watching new shows was too much of an emotional commitment. 

She sighed as she finished the new season of Lucifer, looking around the empty apartment. She liked living alone, don’t get her wrong, but she felt extra lonely lately. She didn’t really have any friends in this new city and didn’t know how to make them. Everyone at work was either a busy parent, not interesting, or someone she secretly didn’t like. 

However, as the Lucifer credits were rolling, she was struck with an idea. What if she tried selling her soul for friendship? She was most likely going to hell anyway, most people were based on the supposed religious regulations, so why not? She decided to try and Google what to do, and maybe go to the bookstore this weekend to grab a book about these things. 

***

She sat in the center of her spare room with a demonic circle and candles all around her, chanting something in Latin and hoping she wasn’t butchering it too much. She closed her eyes and opened them to find herself in a room lit by torches on the wall. The room was filled with books and a lovely red velvet couch set. She stood and looked around, unsure what she should do. A door opened and shut, and someone walked in behind her.

“Who are you?” a male voice asked. She turned around and came face-to-face with a tall, rather handsome man, wearing a black suit with a red tie.

“Um, I just,” she looked at the ground and noticed the circle around her feet, “I came to sell my soul…?”

“You don’t sound confident in that decision,” he quirked an eyebrow, “What is it you’re willing to sell your soul for?”

“Um, a friend.” She shifted her weight and clasped her hands behind her back.

“Just one friend or several?”

“Just one for now, maybe I can build up to two another time,” she smiled shyly. He stared at her for a moment trying to figure out if this was some sort of joke. 

“Let me get this straight. You somehow managed to transport yourself into my library so you could sell your soul for a friend?” 

“Yes. I butchered some Latin,” she shrugged, “I’m just really lonely ya know? I’ve been sleeping a lot…it’s hard…” Lucifer sighed and felt a strange urge to hug her. He resisted and internally scolded himself for pitying this woman.

“Alright, a soul for a friend. Perhaps two someday,” he smirked and summoned a document. The words wrote themselves, stipulating the terms of the contract and specifying that the friend would be a person of her choice. “Alright, prick your finger and place your thumb here,” he pointed to a space at the bottom of the document and a pin appeared next to it. 

“I hate needles…” She tried not to look as she pricked her finger and placed it on the space. There was a small whirl of wind around her and then the document disappeared.

“Alright! All set. Now, who did you pick as your friend?”

“Who did I what?”

“You were meant to pick a person. Did you not read the document?”

“You just told me to prick my finger, not to read it…” she muttered. 

“Wait, then were you thinking about anyone while you agreed?” he asked, slightly panicked.

“Well, to be honest, since you’re the only one here I was thinking about you.” His face went through a few expressions before he cleared his throat and spoke.

“Alright well, apparently I am your one friend now, because that’s what the contract stipulated and neither you nor I can break the contract. So, what would you like to do?”

“Um, I mean I wouldn’t mind just sitting in here and reading for a while…” 

“I suppose I have some things I could take care of from here. Alright, read away,” he gestured towards the bookshelves and walked over to sit at his desk. 

***

Lucifer didn’t mind the occasional company while completing his duties, or the trips to her apartment for dinner and quiet reading time. She was a fairly quiet and shy person in general, slowly opening up with some light prompting. He figured out she had depression fairly quickly, and tried to make their time together enjoyable to help her. He also made an effort to support her when she really did need a friend, which she appreciated.

The issue arose when she showed up in his throne room shaking. A reaper had walked her here after recognizing her in the new batch of dead souls. Lucifer walked in and looked shocked.

“What happened? How did you end up like this?”

“I don’t know,” she looked down at the ground, “The light was green and I thought it was safe to go…” a few tears rolled down her face. He shooed the reaper away and gave her a hug. She melted against him and began to sob. It was in this moment that he realized this shy, depressed, quiet woman had quickly become an important friend, possibly his best friend.

“Oh darling, come this way, you can stay here.” He led her to a spare room and got her some tea for the night. He was now somewhat in a difficult situation. She couldn’t just stay in his kingdom without some purpose, but he worried that putting her in a position where she reported to anyone but him would be too stressful for her. 

So, after a night of thinking, he settled for putting her in charge of an important department: Possession. All department heads reported directly to him, so there wasn’t anything to worry about. 

***

“All you have to do is sit here, hand out forms, accept forms, and approve or deny possession requests. It’s all up to you, so you can make someone’s day difficult if you’re in the mood,” he chuckled as he showed her the large desk. There were form piles on the desk, a large stamp that said approved, another that said denied, and a pen holder. She sat in the large, leather chair and tapped her fingers on the desk anxiously.

“Are you sure about this? I mean, even when I was alive I was never really in charge of anything. What if they don’t like me?”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re in charge now and they’ll respect that. Plus, you don’t have to worry about getting in trouble because I trust you!” he smiled reassuringly. 

“Well, alright…I trust you too,” she smiled shyly and picked up a form to examine it.

“You can come and go as you please for the most part, but you do need to be here for a few hours a day at least. I’ll come by later and check in, ok?”

“Ok, I’ll be here in this chair,” she patted the armrest and leaned back to see how comfortable it was. He smiled and walked off.

She sat at the desk for a few minutes reading the forms to make sure she understood everything. The door opened and a demon walked in but came to a halt when he saw the woman at the desk.

“Who are you?”

“Oh hi,” she waved, “Uh, well Lucifer put me in charge of the Possession department,” she gulped, “What can I do for you?” she said as politely as she could muster. The demon eyed her and walked forward, placing a request form on her desk.

“I’d like to take possession of this person,” he grumbled. He knew he couldn’t be difficult because Lucifer would have his head, literally, but was beyond confused about this person who was and why they were in charge. She read over the form and set it down.

“You didn’t put a reason in the reason area,” she pointed at the blank space on the form.

“I’ve never needed to. It’s possession, why do I need a reason?”

“I mean, it’s on the form, so you gotta fill it out,” she shrugged. She spoke very softly, and seemed to genuinely believe he needed to fill out the entire form.

“That’s not, I don’t,” he groaned, “Fine!” He yanked the form off the desk and she flinched. He was going to get in trouble for that, he already knew.

“Could you um, please tell everyone that the form needs to be filled out all the way?” 

“I guess,” he muttered. He grumbled and walked off to fill out the rest of the form. The door shut behind him and she looked to her pen holder.

“I guess they can’t use my pens?” she asked herself. 

***

Lucifer sat at his dining table and watched his closest friend pick at her food.

“Did something happen today?”

“They’re just so, scary…” she sighed, “I told them I couldn’t approve anything unless they filled out the form all the way, so nothing got done today,” she glanced down, “I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what? Nothing really gets done efficiently here. The fact that you’re actually making them fill out the form properly is great! Maybe they’ll get their shit together,” he rolled his eyes, “I can make them change form to enter so it’ll be less scary for you if you’d like.”

“Why are you being so kind to me?”

“You’re,” he paused and took a deep breath, “You’re my best friend. I will do whatever I can to help make your time here as tolerable and possibly enjoyable as possible.”

“Thank you,” she smiled and laughed a little, “It is kinda funny to see them get really flustered. One even told me he couldn’t say anything to me that he wanted to or else he was screwed.”

“That is accurate,” he laughed, “If they do give you any trouble though, don’t hesitate to tell me. I’ll handle it right away.” 

“I will,” she smiled and finally began eating. Lucifer poured them some wine and began talking about what was happening in the world of the living.

***

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Published by Alexandria

Creative Writer with a passion for sharing my work and creativity.

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