Chapter Twenty

Your soul is hunting me and telling me

That everything is fine

But I wish I was dead

Every time I close my eyes

It's like a dark paradise

No one compares to you

I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

Chapter Twenty – Beloved.

Nephles POV

The darkening sky wept overhead; large tears splattered down upon the little pale blue girl who sat quietly observing the world around her. She didn't mind the darkened mood that world was experiencing. It made her happy in a sick sense, it made her calm and not scared, not worried for her safety.

The sky may have been a grey, but you could still make out the luminescence hue from the tall and weeping trees that shrouded the not to distant hill. This place wasn't like the one Nephele knew. No, it was far different. The trees here glowed a bright neon blue and the creatures of this world seemed to be from a fantasy novel. In this world, the people were blue. They had very humanistic features however their skin colour defined them, as it appeared to do anything. Nephele thought of the baby blue colour of the child's skin as nothing less than beautiful.

Nephele knew even in her dream, that wasn't really a dream, that this wasn't the place she used to call home.

It was different but that didn't matter at the moment.

The child was only small after all, it was not as though she could comprehend the severity of what she was experiencing within her life, nor comprehend it to be considered and deemed a crime by society. She thought it was normal, and that made it only hurt more for her.

The grey clouds that surrounded the tower she was confined in made it seem that there was no outside world, however the beauty of the rain that fell against the opened windows that lay open so many metres about the ground reminded her that there was an outside world. She wasn't trapped within this strange but individually unique fog filled land.

She didn't like that part of the day; the part where she couldn't guess or estimate what was to come. She didn't like this day she had decided, regardless of her love for the rain. The despise for the fog that shrouded the unseen view from her tower was greater than her admiration of the rain.

She swallows the lump in her throat as she hears the voice from her nightmares speak to the side of her, the side which she was facing away from as she stared out the window, her back curled against the chipping light brown wood and legs tucked under her arms.

A shiver runs down her spine, her vertebrae visible from under her partially clothed back if you really looked hard enough, though no one from this time really did.

"Cassidy, it is time." The language was not English but yet I could understand as though it was. The worlds rolled out of his mouth, the door he entered through leading to the stairs in which he would take her down; where her unholy fate would lie. She wasn't in control of this, but she knew she could've been.

All she had to do was push herself forward from the edge.

All she had to do was fly.

"Cassidy, I said it is time to go." The voice grew rougher and Cassidy didn't obviously care that the man now grew closer to her, ever so slightly more aggressive as he balled his fists.

Nephele watch on from the side, there but not there, like the Angel of Death, knowing the girl's emotions but not that the same time.

"Cassidy –" He was cut off by Cassidy propelling herself to the side, throwing her body weight into the force, which was not much considering she was barely eating these days. Nephele wanted to scream at the girl, tell her to stop what she was about to do, but nonetheless, Nephele knew better.

She knew what the girl had gone through, she understood her decision to do what she did.

So instead of screaming and crying, running and trying to stop the girl, Nephele watched almost helplessly as the girl threw herself from the window and into the crisp air and the needle-thin acid rain that fell outside her window. She watched as the girl fell in the air, down the tower she was once locked inside. Nephele watched as the girl's white hair flew around her as she fell, how her face portrayed a sense of calm; a sense of peace.

A lone tear dropped from Nephele's eye as the girl's – Cassidy's – body disintegrated into a million, maybe a billion pieces of white, pure white, ash. The ash flew into the air and all around, symbolising the girls well earnt freedom.

Symbolising something greater than most would be able to comprehend; all the oppressed only wanted freedom, and they would do what was necessary to get it when pushed.

I wake with a cold sweat. No jumping or leaping out of bed like you see in the movies, or what I do when a nightmare happens, just my eyes opening as my body shivers from the cold room. I sit up with a sigh; this being the third time I had woken up from a dream, maybe a vision of some sorts. It was a different one every time, a different species, a different planet, a different universe in some senses.

Again, I was confused to what this meant to me, and if I was meant to worry about what I was seeing.

I understood what I was being shown. I now understood what it meant, and how it took three different stories to see it. I was seeing victims, so many poor and dead souls escaping the world that was so cruel to them, a world that didn't want them for who they were. A world where the odds were against them from the very beginning.

The natural instinct for survival, for freedom was so strong that these souls weren't at fault; they just wanted to be alive for once.

Regardless of what my head thought about it, I could never explain it aloud to people. I couldn't articulate what I wanted to say and how to say it.

Therefore, I have decided to leave the topic alone, for myself to ponder over for a while before I can try to explain to someone who was most likely going to be Lucifer. Its not like Blue would be able to understand very well what I was saying, and Lucifer was supposed to be my Twin Flame – which is the equivalent of a Soulmate on Crack, and therefore he should be able to understand me.

My logic works and that's all that matters.

I pull my feet from the colder end of the bed and to the floor, which was equally as cold. I wanted to screech in surprise but I held it in. I quickly located my new slipper things, I believed they were called 'UGG' boots, and slid my feet into the grey boots. I give a weird smile to myself when I stand in the soft boots, and start to walk to the door, slipping a dark cardigan over my white T-Shirt and grey tracksuit pants.

It was cold last night, and yes, I wore that to bed. It's not like I was given proper pyjamas to wear anyway.

Nonetheless, I shuffle out of the room I had been staying in since I had arrived in Hell, the room that now I knew smelt like Lucifer, and also was fashionably styled. I liked the room design very much, and it had become very homely to me.

Peaking my head from one corner of the hallway to the other, I enter that dimly lit hall, the stars on the roof signalling it was still night time or at the latest, early morning.

Earlier in my stay, if you could call it that, the hallway seemed never ending, there just being an infinite number of locked doors along the hall. Now, however, the bedroom, or massive room that sported a bed, was the last door in the hallway. The door was literally at the end of the hall, with a little spot next to the door on the left, as it was still located on the side of the wall, where a person could be hiding to shred me in half. Literally, and hence why I looked to the left then right as I left the room.

I tippy-toe around, although the effort may be pointless as Luci had explained that this area was his private quarters, and hence it would only be himself around here. The thought of him being near did settle the nerves in my stomach, however, it also caused more to sprout at the same time.

Strange stupid demon was causing mixed emotions from my brain and the red thing within my chest. Although as a second-year medical student I have to say that emotions do not come nor form from within the heart and are a mere chemical reaction within the brain.

"Interesting." I spin on my heel, a hand over my heart as I let out a mini shriek from what is found to be Adam's voice. "Humans believe that emotions are merely chemical reactions as science dictates so?" It sounded more like a statement, but I answer it regardless.

"They do indeed. Years of medical and psychological studies have found that love is a mere chemical reaction to ensure and enhance the existence of our species. As individuals form an attachment, they are more likely to mate and hence reproduce. Science." I say with a smirk.

I can see Adam's eyes flicker from me to behind me in a quick snap. Suddenly, his straightened lip is replaced with a snarky smirk. I huff, furrowing my eyebrow whilst silently questioning what Adam is smiling at.

I sharply intake a breath when sparks and electricity shoot along my waist line, a warm body stepping to meet my back. If it wasn't for the sparks and the comforting scent Lucifer brought with him, I would've screamed and kicked him in the balls.

(A/N REMEMBER – Italics means in her head, or in dream/ flashback etc. Italics is also used for emphasis etc on WORDS, but phrase is in head talk.)

"What a pleasant thought amare." Lucifer states over my shoulder. I remain deadly still as I face Adam, who's smirk has not left his face.

"I heard you shriek." I smile at the thought of him caring about my wellbeing, but I know he isn't exactly happy with Adam at the moment through the look he was giving him in this moment. I have worked out how to communicate with him, even though we aren't truly intertwined yet as we have done sexy time, nor will we anytime soon for that matter. I can directly think the phrase I want to say and Lucifer will be able to pick it up. However, I cannot contact him like he can I.

"I was startled by this brute." I was being fair – he looked very big. Not as big as Lucifer, but he was still scary when he wanted to be. Plus, in my defence, I did not know him very well – never spoken to him directly.

"You dare read my Beloved's mind Adam?" I now smirk in retribution, Adams own smirk falling as he looks at his 'Master'.

"Uh, Lucifer, it was a mistake –"

"It doesn't matter Luci." I flick his hand that is now splayed over my waist and ribs, secretly wishing it would sting just a little. Regardless of my desire to remove his hand from my torso when Adam stands in front of us, he does have very warm hands which is comforting. Lucifer hums lowly at my reply but doesn't protest anymore at my word. I smile knowing I have some control over this situation, which was a first, maybe second, in a while.

"Please excuse us Adam, we have matters to attend to. Can you gather Lilith and meet at the office in ten minutes, we need to begin planning the counter attacks against Michael and Ares." Lucifer's voice portrayed a command more than question, however the way he phrased it led me to believe that Lucifer was intending for Adam to believe he had a choice, when in reality he did not.

I was intrigued with why we were planning for a counter attack, but didn't think of it anymore than that, and I knew I would get the answers later.

It was as though he was aiming for Adam to believe they were friends rather than actually being his friends.

"He is my friend. I just don't trust him." His voice fills my mind and I nod in understanding, still a little confused as why he wouldn't trust his presuming oldest friend.

"He isn't my oldest friend. He was made by God, or what people depict as the Christian God. God is someone who wants to destroy the evil; destroy my world so their will be only the great and divine within the systems." I turn around as Lucifer gently pushes me to do, leading the way down the hall towards his office. "I do not trust him, as we do not know his real, true intentions. He has been here for a millennium yes, but this war – the battle to destroy my land, my people and the supposed evil -has been brewing for multiple millennia. Adam may have Lilith for his mate, but that does not dictate whether he is loyal or not."

I turn my head as we walk to check that Adam is not near anymore, knowing fully that Lucifer will be monitoring his whereabouts anyway since he seems to not trust the man. I wanted to speak aloud but I knew better and to wait for a little bit longer so we are safe. I was surprised he was allowing me with this information anyway, but I figured that Lucifer knew my intent already.

What Luci said does makes sense, in theory at least. But why would Adam betray his own mate? Didn't he follow her down here because he couldn't bear to live without her? Also, wouldn't Lucifer be able to peer inside Adam's mind and see what his true intent was.

"I can. I have done many times; however, was a powerful being in the supposed Heavens, he will still likely retain some of that power when he fell to Hell. You never know what he could be hiding; only a few can. Alethia would be able to, she is the Goddess of truth, whom happens to prefer her Greek name over her Roman one." This time he speaks aloud, making me smile as it was easier for me to do so rather than either project my thoughts clearly in my head or just let my thoughts be seen.

"That's all? Why haven't you contacted her then?" I ask as we walk now arm in arm. I have my right arm looped through his slightly bent left one. I place my left hand over his lower forearm mainly for stability, but also because I liked having contact with the Devil.

Don't tell him that of course, wouldn't like to share all my secrets with the Devil, would I?

"She disappeared a few millennia ago, and hasn't been seen again. I didn't search for her, I was not connected to her in anyway, but part of me knew she left the Overworld – the world of the gods – on purpose." I hum at his response, deep in thought about what led her to leave the world she knew. She was the seeker of truth, and going from brief past knowledge, she knew the truth in any situation purely from the people around her. That led to the assumption – which can be a dangerous thing – that she had the power to read minds. I guess that was just myth and legend however, there may be no truth behind those words.

"Do all Gods have powers? Or whatever you call them." I ask as we approach enter the Kitchen. I let go of Lucifer as I push forward and instantly go for the fridge as I was rather hungry since I woke up from the visions.

"You've been having visions?" I furrow my brow and turn to him. I had one hand on the counter as I try to push myself up to reach some cereal from the top self. I give up and face him fully, watching the concern flash through his eyes.

"Uh, I don't know?" I smile to him, hoping he will not over react. He can be a bit of a drama-queen some times.

"You didn't tell me." He states, totally ignoring my smiling face. I roll my eyes and sigh, thinking of what I was to say next.

"Well, they were just dream things. Hard to explain. And secondly, I was looking to find you when I left the room. And before you say I should've told you on the way here; I was preoccupied." I deadpan at the finish of my sentence, turning around and jumping to reach the Lucky Charms on the top shelf. I hear Luci huff from his position leaning against the wall. "Plus, I thought we agreed for you not to read my mind." I hear him let out a defeated sigh and I smile to myself even more as I continue to do what I came to the kitchen for.

I ignore the feeling of Lucifer's glare and continue to jump to reach the Lucky Charms box that sits on the very top shelf. I have a lot of questions regarding why an intelligent individual would place a cereal box which is likely to be used regularly on the top shelf of a shelving component in the kitchen.

"Noted amare." Lucifer pipes up from the wall. I turn and glare at him, huffing as I give up with a pout and lower myself back to the floor. I lower my gaze, sadness in my eyes when I realise I cannot get the Lucky charms, even with my height. I look up as Lucifer walks in front of me. His large figure takes up my whole view as he leans over me to reach the Lucky Charms with ease.

Totally not eyeballing his physique, and squeal as the pink packet of Lucky Charms are placed in my hands. I smile, dimples popping from my checks. I lean up myself, slowly and cautiously so I can somewhat reach his level without hurting him or myself. I meet his stormy eyes and smirk to myself, as I watch him watch me with such intent and knowing.

Except he doesn't know what I'm doing now.

Two arms are placed on the counter beside my hips, caging me in almost. Jokes on him though; I am not the smallest but I can be if I wanted to be.

I bite my lip slowly and lean over to him further, closing the gap between us. I smile as I close my eyes gracefully, letting him believe I was going into kiss him, when instead I was just going to peck his cheek. He didn't know that till now however, and thus it was too late for him to change my plan.

My lips met the soft skin of his cheek bone and before he can growl in protest, I move away with swift speed and dash under his caging arms, Lucky Charms in hand of course.

"Nephele." I hear his mini-growl from behind me as I dash out the Kitchen and in a random direct in the hall. In other news; I recently found that the hall ended in an open living area, with an even bigger lounging area set up with a TV and multiple consoles. There was also a reasonably sized dining table here, maybe for personal but larger guest parties as this was apparently still the closed of area of the Castle, also known as Lucifer's 'Private' Quarters.

I continue to run and only stop with a yelp when two hands wrap around my hips, preventing me from moving anymore.

"We don't like it when Beloved runs from us." I freeze in his grasp, but loosen when I realise that Luci is still Luci, he's just mixed with his 'inner beast' or whatever he called himself. I could tell the difference when I thought about it; his voice was deeper, more feral even and the way he spoke indicated there was more than one person in control.

Lucifer explained the mixed being thing to me a few days ago, when it randomly came up in conversation. He had distinctly said that the greater Gods, the ones who ruled lands and territories like Lucifer, had inner beings, which reflected the normal being and was in touch with the normal being. The inner being was portrayed as a representation of their world, and the area that they were meant to ruled. Lucifer had described that his had no true form, and could change and merge to form new beings when required. He didn't go into much more death about that area, which was of course the area that intrigued me the most.

This inner being was also their instincts per say, it had some control over their choices and could apparently communicate with the normal being. This meant that Lucifer had contact with his 'beast', regardless of how I doubted this inner being was a beast. The beast was more primal and territorial he had explained, especially around their 'mates' and 'beloveds'.

"Well, too bad." I smile playfully as I am turned to face him. I see Lucifer's eyes narrow into small slits before he retreats, grabbing my hand with his own and dragging me through the main entrance to his quarter.

This was the first time I am leaving this area of the castle and exploring a new area. I had been to that courtyard, but I recently discovered that it was hidden behind the larger lounge room and the original and much smaller kitchen-lounge area. I had never been outside Lucifer's Quarters, which made this exciting.

Technically I had escaped with Lilith, but we didn't venture into the rest of the Castle so it doesn't count.

I rush to match his pace, having to almost jog to match his foot falls. He notices this, which I am grateful for, and slows his pace to meet mine whilst simultaneously moving his hand from my own and wrapping it across my shoulders. I was now pressed tight against his side; not uncomfortably tight, just tight enough so that I couldn't escape and could possibly feel his body heat.

"Don't you dare think about it amare." His voice was husky, still a mixture between him and something else entirely. I wasn't afraid for some reason, although the thought of a great 'beast' being able to hurt me easily should have, I just it wouldn't.

"I am not thinking anything I'll have you know." I answer back with a smile on my lips.

"Sure you are. I can read your thoughts remember." He reminds with a dark tone. I cock my head to the side, furrowing my brows and look in his direction briefly.

"Well if you were, which I wouldn't like because I have asked you not to, you would find that I was telling the truth. Why does no one believe me these days?" I counter, returning my eyes in the direction that we continue to walk.

"Its your guilty face." He smiles down at me, but I pay no attention to his stare and huff.

"You mean pretty face." I say, smiling to myself as I compliment myself.

"Yeah." He says with a sly smile, so I look up at him, realising he just backhandedly complimented me. "Pretty guilty face." I gasp at him, lowering my lip and pouting at him. I push myself out of his hold and walk a little faster to escape the rude demon.

I take back what I previously just said.

"I'm kidding mea amare. You are beautiful." I know he was kidding. Regardless I pay not attention to him and continue marching on with a smile on my face. "Mea amare."

When he catches up to me, I willingly let him envelope me in a warm embrace, his arm coming over the back of my shoulders again as we continue to walk. The bright smile on my face is made evident to him as he realises, I am just messing around with him.

"Sneaky little Nymph." He states under his breath and I laugh out loud as we continue down the hallway. Surprisingly there were no doors along the hall until a few more metres ahead. I guess it is so long and empty to prevent people from loitering around without intent, and if someone was found, it would look rather suspicious.

These hallways were different to the smaller and shorter one in the private quarters.

This hallway was large, arching over the top of my small figure. The walls were cobbled with stone, the floor dark wood that was joined with a blood red rug that lined the entire hall. There wasn't much to it, nothing much to describe in all honesty. It may have been the way that I was more analytical in thinking rather than artistic, so I didn't notice the unique designs that were engraved into the roof, nor the way the carpeted floor was lined with bright gold.

Old paintings hung on the wall; some depicting gruesome and cruel scenes of individuals being slaughtered. There was so much blood, so much violence in these images.

It was almost a wake-up call to what the world I was taken to are like.

"These paintings are not of my world. Do not fret for your safety my love." His words were comforting in a sense; but they also alluded to a fact that these had to come from somewhere else.

He had also been reading my mind again.

"Where do they come from then? The skies are red and the battle ground is black. From memory that is what I see outside the kitchen." I continue to look among the paintings as we pass them. Lucifer lets a little laugh at my observations, before he answers my question.

"Some are from Earth; some are from a Stellar-system not too far away from your own known as Enshrined. Another is from Perdita. The planet translates to 'The Lost', their people once lived peacefully on the planet before corruption and war overcome and annihilated their existence. Similar is predicted to become of the Human Race, if correct action is not taken." I pull my lips together tightly and think about Earth as a whole. I knew he wasn't wrong in saying that we were heading down a similar fate to what The Lost had followed. It was naïve and ignorant to think that we weren't, but it didn't mean that it wasn't sad to hear the truth of the situation.

"Oh." Was all I had to say aloud. I could feel Lucifer in my mind trying to understand my thought process to what he had told me. He was probably realising he told me a little more than I should know as a human, but there was nothing he could do in the current moment.

(A/N Little did Nephele know about 2020.)

I didn't mind he snooping in my mind for once; to be fair I didn't mind that much. I knew it was an invasion of privacy, but the past however long I had been here had been an invasion of privacy.

"Humans desire War." I say aloud, voicing my thoughts. "Humans cannot live without a conflict; they cannot live without their being something dramatic and violent happening. We have seen it all throughout history. There will always be good guys and bad guys, and they will always try to fight." I was right in that sense. I didn't convey my opinion on the matter, as it wasn't my place to say and I knew that Lucifer probably already knew what my opinion.

"All species desire the need for conflict. You see it even within the God's society." Lucifer adds, making me nod in semi-understanding. "It is apart of an animals' nature in that sense – primal and fundamental to any organisms' instincts. You can only blame mother nature for the rationality of her choices."

I don't say anything as we turn, his arm over my shoulder guiding me into a large room. The doors automatically opened, and I was star-struck as we passed through them into the modern design of an office. It was already a fairly large room, maybe a six by six area or more, with cool lighter stripped oak floor boards running parallel to the door.

The floor was pretty as it was, but the book shelves that ran parallel with each other and adjacent to the floor boards on either side of the walls. The books looked old and frail, the further you went along to wall to the furthest wall in the room, the newer the books looked. I wasn't surprised it looked sorted, as Lucifer seem like the type of person to be greatly organised for everything.

The end of the room had a large desk. The desk looked hard and thorough, it being dark in colour with carved legs that rested upon an equally as dark rug which ran to the middle of the room. The rug was shaggy in nature, a nice touch of softness in the hard-wooded room.

The desk sported a desktop Personal Computer, along with an array of neatly pile documents which were placed on top of what seemed to be coded and organised yellow folders. There were a few pens scattered around on the desk, otherwise kept in a small black circular bin. Other than that, the desk was relatively empty. I figured most of the necessities where hidden away in draws the were unknown to my eyes at this point in time.

In front of the desk was a small glass coffee table with one soft grey two-seater couch and two single seating chairs facing it. The couches looked so soft and comfortable.

The roof was painted white, along with the walls that faced the window behind the desk. The window took up the whole area that was supposed to be a wall. It was magnificent; there was so much beauty in the area behind the desk. I guessed that this looked over the field of wheat looking stuff, as it looked like it. Except this area was a little in the way that it had a green garden – something I had never seen in Hell as of yet.

"It was designed for your liking mea amare." Lucifer states from behind me, having let go of my arm so I could walk around the room. I walk closer to the window to make sure I wasn't dreaming about the soft green grass and the pretty pale pink flowers that littered the small area behind this pane of glass. There was a cold concrete bench under a young and lime coloured willowing tree, its leaves draping over the garden with exquisite beauty. The small area was surrounded by a hedge of roses, so many beautiful colours popping out to my eyes as I looked around. It looked like a very nice area to read, maybe eat as well.

"Why would you do that?" I ask breathlessly, turning around on my heel from my position by the window to face my beloved. He smiles at me, a sad but cool smile blessing his lips.

"Anything to make you happy my love." He says back, a smaller voice than before. I smile in absolute glee, running up to him and wrapping my arms around his neck as I lean on my tippy-toes to reach his height.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you Luci!" I did wonder for a second why his smile seemed sad but I pushed the thought away. It was probably just a misunderstanding in the reading of his emotions. It takes him a second, but his arms are eventually placed on my lower back. The warmth of his palms soaking into the backside of my hips. I smile to myself and lay my head down on his shoulder as I peak at the beautiful area he had set up because he knew it would make me happy.

I know it may have been easy for him to do it, as he could have snapped his fingers and it would have appeared. But it is all about the thought ladies and gentlemen, the thought is what counts.

I was so lost in the current moment that I jump when a sharp knock is delivered at the door, which is still open. I loosen my arms from Lucifer's neck and step away, blushing a deep red when I meet Lilith's glazing with the 'hah caught in the act' statement. Lucifer doesn't let me move too far away though, and I don't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

I fully face Lilith, Adam and another man who is dressed in entirely black, and what appeared to be, battle armor. He stood at least seven feet tall, another foot taller than Adam who was roughly six feet and two inches. Out of pure instinct I bury myself closer to Lucifer, this man honestly scary. His skin looked human-y enough. He seemed to be a vampire, as his skin ashen white, almost the colour of white ash, except a bit greyer. That wasn't the unnerving part. The unnerving part was the darkness of his eyes, his iris being entirely black. It was also the way he held the scythe in his hand, the black metallic pole standing to around his height, before it formed a crescent moon shape and swept into a scythe.

He must be a reaper.

Admittedly, that thought was made on the assumption from my childhood with cartoon characters and how they using depicted Grimm Reapers to be holding a scythe.

"Let's get settled. We have a lot to discuss." Lucifer's tone changed immensely. You could tell he was the one with the most power in the room, and the way he spoke made it sound like he was demanding their compliance. I crossed my brows at this, leaning away from him as he walked us to behind his desk. I bite my lip when he nudges me gently with his palm against the dip in my back.

"Take a seat my love." His voice once again fills my head and I smile, about to protest because it was his seat. "Now." I don't say anything against his commanding tone, kind of finding it a little hot. Not that I would admit such to him.

I curled my lips, praying that he was protecting people from reading my thoughts as he said he would do when he could. I didn't want anyone hearing that.

"Of course I am, little nymph." Everyone apart from him it appeared.

I smiled to myself as I was lightly pinched on my hip, his hand sliding off with grace as I took my seat at his desk, with him standing directly behind my - well his – chair. He had one arm resting on my shoulder and the other on the back of the soft leather chair. I purse my lips together as I look at both Lilith and Adam who had taken a seat on the soft looking grey couch, one on either side.

I wanted to ask what caused there to be tension between them, as they looked like they were fighting, and they seemed distant. Again, it may be nothing but by the tension between them I figured it was more than that.

I then look at the dark and scary man who stands leaning against the bookshelf to my right, the darkness seemingly pouring off him. Indeed, he was frightening, but he seemed very interesting at the same time. I kind of wanted to know him, maybe pair him up with a friend.

No comment to that thought, but he did seem like the type to like my friend Elizabeth.

I don't know what we are going to discuss – apart from the counter attacks against Michael and Ares - in the next few hours. I didn't dare ask why I was here since I am not qualified to be in a conservation like such. I don't think I was even meant to be here; I believe I was meant to be sleeping in my bed, silently and warm under the black covers.

But with the whisk of Lucifer's hand the doors are slammed shut and the thought of sleep suddenly left.

Let the meeting begin, I guess?

Creating a whole new world is hard. I have been trying my best to want to write recently, but it has been very hard. It also makes me lowkey sad when there isn't many reads on the most recent of chapters.

Trying my best right now, as we all are!

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