Page 2 of Lucifer's Revenge
“As little as possible. I’ve never been into sports, so I don’t have the sports channels, the news is too depressing to watch, so I avoid that unless absolutely necessary. I usually only tune in for the weather, but I have that app on my phone. I hate those sappy love movies Mom always watches.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess the only time I watch any TV is when there’s something about the paranormal on it. You know, those shows where the cast goes to allegedly haunted places and sees if the stories are real. They spend the night in these alleged haunted places to record any activity.”
“Me too,” she laughed. “Good, now what I want to show you might not be a shock to you. It will explain what this mess is, and I want to talk to you about something afterward.” She fiddled with the keys again, placed the laptop in front of him, then told him to press play. Instead of waiting for him to watch the clip, she rose and started making a quick breakfast for her brother. She heard what was being said on the laptop, but didn’t dare to glance at her brother.
Luc sipped his coffee as he watched the clip, and within the first thirty seconds he was enthralled. He ended up watching it twice before a plate of food was placed before him. “Is this show on TV?”
“Yes, I’ll give you the channel later. What did you think?”
“Fascinating, who knew people could do something like that. Oh, yeah, I knew Hollywood would have something like this, but this seems like normal everyday people are making these transformations.”
“I know, the clip I showed you was my friend I told you about earlier, he did the transformation of that person.”
“Wow, and you’re going to learn how to do this?”
“Yes,” she said as she reached over and picked up a closed sketch pad. She handed it to him and nodded at his confused look. “Open it.”
Luc did and actually jerked when he saw his own face staring back at him. He looked at her in confusion.
“Keep flipping the pages.” She nodded and Luc did, by the fifth page, he was stunned. By the tenth, he knew his jaw had hit the table at the transformation. Before he could speak, she did. “The teacher gave us an assignment two weeks ago. We have until Halloween to pull it off.”
“Which is?”
“We were told to pick five people and transform them. I know this might be considered judgy on my part, but with your long incisors, your long black hair, that beard, and you being tall and lanky, I immediately thought of you as a vampire, but that wouldn’t work for you because you are Lucifer. I’m here to ask you if I can use you as a model for my project.” She waved her hand at the table. “This shitty mess are supplies for me to take molds of your teeth, your forehead, and your cheeks.” She watched him and shook her head at him. “I can work around the beard. If you flip to the next page, that’s how I see this transformation in color.” She watched his expression and couldn’t hold back her grin at his reaction when he dropped the book. Thankfully, she’d cleaned up their plates and he didn’t drop the book into the mess.
Luc studied the drawing, the mess on his kitchen table, and his sister. When she didn’t say anything, he flipped the next page and saw his friend, Bandit staring back at him. The entire book was filled with the men in his small motorcycle club, Hell’s Coffin. The very last two pages in the book were them as they were every day standing in front of the bar they owned and operated, and the last one had them all decked out in the makeup. He didn’t know if it would be costumes, because it onlydealt with the face, but he saw them all as a vampire, werewolf, gargoyle, stitched face, and skeleton.
“I would like to do those main five characters, but I can paint anyone else that would like to participate.”
“What about other students in your class? Or your friend?”
“What about them?”
“Would you trust them to work on the other club members? I’m not saying they would participate, but since you pointed out earlier that I have a dark soul, what if I invite you to the next church meeting, and you can present this to the guys? Because this is messing with their face, I can’t tell them we are doing it and bang the gavel, they would have to agree and vote on having their faces altered.” He looked at her in concern. “Only if you feel comfortable working with someone else. I don’t want anyone to take over from you. In my opinion, you would be the lead makeup artist in this. Also, as I looked at these drawings, I saw how we can transform the bar into a haunted house. It’s March now, will seven months be enough time to do everything?”
“It should be. However, the hardest thing to do in all of this is to get you guys to sit still long enough to transform you. I’m not talking minutes. Depending on who wants what done to them, they might not like the drawings of them, some of this could take hours to complete.”
“Oh, wow, I didn’t think of that.”
“Yes, and there’s only one other thing.”
“What’s that?”
“I have two more people in mind, however, I’m not being rude, but I don’t think they should be involved in the church meeting.” She shook her head and held up her hand when he looked like he was going to argue with her. “Think about it, Luc. Your church meeting is for you and the club members. What you discuss during these meetings are for you, and you alone. I know you won’t get me into the meeting right away. This might be methinking I’m more important than I am, but I know all these members. Hell, I’ve grown up with most of them. They know me. However, they don’t know the friends I will be asking. Again, this is just my own opinion, but I feel if I have the approval of the club, then, and only then will I introduce my friends.”
“I think I understand what you’re trying to say here,” Luc said with a nod. “You want to get into the church meeting, state your case, and if they agree, then, and only then, you’ll introduce your friends to us.”
“Correct, I won’t even ask them until I get the club’s approval. I don’t want to get their hopes up and have it fall through. And again, because I know you, and the club rules, I will not tell them about the church meeting. In my opinion, that is none of their business.”
“You’ll be okay if it takes a couple of weeks to get back to you with an answer.”
“Yes. I want all my ducks in a row first.”
“I’ll bring it up at tonight’s meeting.”
“Thanks, Luc, that’s all I can ask. Now, do you want me to explain what all this mess is?”
Luc smirked. “Sure.”
She flipped the pages in her sketch book and explained each step and coordinated the stuff on the table as she described how she would need to achieve the looks in the drawings. By the time Starr left, she had molds of her brother’s teeth, forehead, and she took his measurements. Not that she would need them, but she wanted to make sure she had covered all her bases in case a new idea struck her as she was making the facial enhancements for his transformation into Lucifer, King of the Underworld.
