The Gift Of Lucifer

By Simone Albasino

William is a thirty-year old man who is living in a luxurious vila at the lake, together with his parents, towards whom he nurtures profound envy. Both of them have received the gift of creativity; his father is a globally acclaimed writer and his mother is a famous pianist. Compared to them, he is an incapable that has never accomplished anything. One morning in Spring he meets Mary and, from that day on, everthything changes. Besides, when a man's life changes radically, there is always a woman involved. Because women are like this, hurricanes disguised in gasps. For the good or for the bad...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blake Galen
• Release date: Feb 12, 2017
• ISBN: 9781507150849

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The Gift of Lucifer

Blake Galen

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Translated by Elena Ceban 

The Gift of Lucifer

Written By Blake Galen

Copyright © 2016 Blake Galen

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Translated by Elena Ceban

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For Eleonora,

With warm greetings

For her birthday...

Every religious idea in this novel belongs only to William, an imaginary character created by my mind. Every choice was made based on the imaginary story in the novel and hasn’t anything to do with my real opinion on religion. By no means do I want to offend or belittle anyone’s beliefs, let alone encourage anyone to adopt a religious faith different from what they already have chosen.

With respect, Blake Galen.

1

William was a nullity. Perhaps an absolute nullity was more interesting than him. He didn’t have a hobby, a passion or even a dream. He abandoned his life to the most poignant boredom.

He was a thirty-year old large man, displaying severe features and wiry hair, and an ever-glazed look. He was living with his parents in a rustic-style luxurious mansion facing the Leh lake, a completely isolated place. The closest town, Iston, was located a mile and a half to the North. All his possessions were the merit of his parents who, unlike him, were people of substance.

The father was a noted novel writer, appreciated especially by older women. He didn’t study for this profession, but he had an innate talent. He cultivated and put it to use in the best way possible. His description ability had space for improvement, but the stories were so attractive that one couldn’t put the book aside. His accomplishments in twenty-three years include eight novels, among which the ultra-famous and highly successful trilogy Elenoire the Femme Fatale.

The mother was a pianist. Her passion for that instrument was born when she was five and never stopped growing. Even today, after forty-five years, her eyes were shining with joy every time she was sitting on the stool covered with white leather, getting ready to play. Thanks to her talent and own compositions, she released twenty beautifully melodic albums. It was her thirteenth album, Diamonds from Heaven, that received the strongest acclamation from fans and critics, being defined the absolute best – a thing confirmed by the eight million copies sold.

All this was weighing heavily on William’s shoulders. He felt like a lame foal born from two racing purebreds.

He tried finding a passion more than once; to find that something that would stimulate his soul completely, but hasn’t found anything that would appeal to his senses.

One cannot fight for one’s own desires before first discovering them.

That was exactly William’s problem. He didn’t know his own desires. In his monotonous life, nothing ever managed to excite him so much as to awaken his true desires. The moments, people and even emotions were floating uselessly and invisibly in front of his eyes that were drowning in the void. William was Empty. A mannequin - too realistic to be faked but too useless to be real.

At least this is how it was until that day.

That springish morning, under the grey sky that was dropping tears over the ground, someone changed William’s life completely.

Her.

Obviously, I dare say. When a man’s life changes radically, it’s always because of a woman. For the good or for the bad...

Strong and weak, sensual and elegant, perverted and sweet; a cocktail capable of miracles. There is no man on Earth who hasn’t changed for a woman he fell in love with. If there is one, he was probably never in love. Because this is how women are, hurricanes disguised in gasps.

This is how it was for William.

2

He saw her for the first time at the supermarket in Iston. He was heading home when he decided to go buy some chocolate. His friend Jenny was a cashier at the check-out number 6, so he stood in that line. He was waiting for his turn, with his gaze lost in space like always, when a basked pushed him from behind and he heard a voice:

Excuse me, did I hurt you?

William turned.

The lion gaze he was preparing for the one who was careless enough to hit him turned into a kitten’s look when he saw the perpetrator. He tried to answer but the words wouldn’t come out of his throat and his eyes stayed on her.

Are you okay, mister?

Y-yes ... Wi-William, my name is William.

Thank God, sorry again for having hit you, my name is Mary.

Ve-very nice to meet you.

Marry released a simple yet warm smile, she must have been around twenty-four years old. She wore her hair gripped with a forelock falling over the forehead. Her face was a mirage. Her eyes were brown, profound and sweet, her nose elegant and mouth like a forbidden fruit. Sensual and irresistible; seeing her was like seeing a deity.

He felt like a fool babbling with excitement, but couldn’t help it. When he met that gaze, his mind started wandering on the chaotic lands of love, while his body was feeling the impact.

William? Hey, William?

In the meantime, the line reached him and Jenny brought