He sat tall in the saddle, he was young and

He sat tall in the saddle, he was young and lean. Sweat drenched shirt and angry eyes green, riding solo into a storm-dust horizon. The name of this man is lost to most.

But to many, his name is Lucifer. Nobody ever suspected that the Devil traveled on horseback, but nobody could exactly see him driving a Prius either. He dismounted his steed,

only to be called Amish by a passing Jeep full of teenagers. As a cloud of red solo cups followed in their wake, Lucifer sighed heavily and looked to the sky, screaming, "Why!"

"You know why, Lucy," replied the gentle and divine voice of the angel Gabriel. "Because you're the only fallen angel that hasn't repented yet, and also a total arse sometimes, so

I have to make it a point to help you myself." "Y-you wouldn't dare!" screeched Lucy. "It's my choice! And my choice alone!" Gabriel's expression shifted as he asked, "But is it?"

Lucy looked at Gabriel intently "Yes it is!" she affirmed. "I don't want or need your help and you have no right to make any choices for me. With her mind made up Lucy turned and

left the cafe and him behind her. She didn't blame Gabriel for being what he was. She had seen what he was going in. Her problem is she thought she could change him. The more he

whispered in her ear, the more she sprayed Gabriel with everything she had at hand that came in a spray bottle. It was clear that Gabriel only believed in one-way communication, so

she had no choice but to resort to extremes. She picked up his mother's antique casserole dish and dropped it on the stone floor. It shattered into a million pieces. "Now are you l

sorry about what you did! No more time to argue. You are going right to your room!" she cried out, hitting her. "don't you ever do that to my dad again!"