Around the edge of the house, a stone path led to the backyard, where a wooden patio had been built, along with a Jacuzzi. The backyard had been a little smaller than Samuel would have preferred for the money he'd paid, but the real estate agent had assured him that what he was truly paying for was the community. As to that, Samuel didn't really care about the community. So what if it was a community of the rich and well off? All …show more content…
He'd never been a good angel anyways, he'd known that since he was created. Samuel had always dreamed of power, wealth and all the joys it brought, and joining with Lucifer seemed to be an easy road to that power he craved. Instead they lost and he'd been told that he was to be imprisoned for all eternity. Apparently someone had gotten that wrong. He'd found himself on Earth, naked on a beach. It had taken some time to get where he was now, appearing like a 'normal' citizen and sometimes it was difficult to remember that he was actually free. A deep breath of fresh, cool, Earthly air to fill his human lungs told him that he was, in fact, free. How or why weren't the important bits, what was important...was staking a claim. Earning wealth. Lust. Influence. It all began