Prologue
“Push!” Dr. Starr ordered gently to Ingrid Starr, who was giving birth to her first son in Sierra Medical Center. Ingrid was Dr. Silvia Starr’s sister and had been fairly disappointed in Ingrid’s teenage pregnancy but had agreed to deliver her nephew. Silvia wouldn’t want it any other way, even if he shouldn’t have really been born. Ingrid had been protected during her encounters with Paul, her murdered boyfriend. Paul’s mysterious murder is still the buzz of the country, how does one die while “socializing”?
Nevertheless Silvia never badgered or got mad at Ingrid, she did fathom that Ingrid had loved Paul so. Paul loved Ingrid back and would’ve been delighted to have a child with Ingrid, but that wouldn’t matter anymore. Right now Silvia was trying to hush the newborn child, and smiled encouragingly as she wiped the sweat that glistened on her forehead.
“What are you going to name him?” Silvia asked as she wrapped the small child in a soft blue blanket. He had stopped crying now and stared at Silvia with great intelligence that frightened her. He had a head full of soft black hair that matches his eyes that were so dark that they were almost black. In spite of that Silvia was so sure that his child was going to be someone special.
“I want to name him...Lucifer.” Ingrid sat up and cooed at the quiet child who had fallen asleep.
“Lucifer?” the other nurses asked, eyes wild and shocked, but I was not. The name might have fit the dark atmosphere that surrounded him, yet Silvia didn’t judge her sister’s choice.
“This is her child. Not ours. Let her name her child the way she wants, we do not judge. Only God can judge.” Silvia smiled at her sister. “Besides a name isn’t going to overpower the beauty of this child.”
Ingrid gave Silvia a pained smile before her eyes rolled back and a flatline appeared on her heart monitor. Silvia caught the child before he fell from Ingrid’s limp grip. Half an hour passed by until the doctors pronounced Ingrid as dead. Silvia looked at the child with wonder, and to her complete horror he giggled at her fear.
This is Ingrid’s child. I have to take care of him in her honor, she told herself as she pulled up into the hospital the very next day to pick up her newborn nephew. Silvia tried her best to keep her focus on the road in front of her but all of last night had been a session of tossing and turning. Little Lucifer’s eyes were going to be the most stunning when he enters grade school. Silvia giggled at the thought.
Even so because she was thinking of his black bottomless eyes, Silvia had not seen a car speeding down the road and crashed straight into him. Silvia was pronounced dead the moment an ambulance came. Lucifer had been sent to a foster home when he was old enough to walk, but to each person that cared for him came death or misfortune. Each guardian who died, would die with the image of Lucifer’s unfathomable eyes floating in their minds.
Lucifer’s life had gone by quick and not too long came the day when he was old enough to inherit Ingrid and Silvia’s family fortune, a manor high in the Franklin Mountains hidden by the nearby dunes, and money that had been collected since a long time ago by his ancestors. When in class Lucifer never uttered a word, he would only stare at the girl who’s eyes were golden and bigger than the usual eye.
For once in his entire miserable life, he thought they were beautiful. There he realized that this girl was the girl he had been born to look for.
