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had existed converged into one gigantic mindfuck of a
nightmare.
It turned his stomach.
They were savages.
Luce slowly approached,
the gate within reach of his fingertips. Anything inside was trapped there, the
reapers constantly attacking anyone who got too close, ripping them to pieces
like they'd done to Luce so many times before. He watched it for a moment on
the protected side of the gate, contemplating, hesitating, before letting out a
deep sigh and stepping right through.
The second he entered
Hell, the scenery change. It was like a flood rushing through, wiping away the
madness and dousing the fires, the molten lava hardening, the Hell reforming
that Serah had seen day in and day out when she approached the gate.
Lucifer's
Hell.
Desolation .
Lightning flashed,
thunder cracking, rumbling the ground, knocking demons off their feet.
Lucifer's wings had emerged, overshadowing everything, obscuring Hell in a
shadowy darkness. Demons immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed
down as he stood there, eyes sweeping along them all, anger simmering inside of
him.
He said nothing.
With the snap of a
finger, they vanished. Back to their cages, forced back into their torment, as
Lucifer locked them all away.
All except for one, that
is.
Lire.
The demon was not far in
front of him, bowed obediently. Lucifer strolled forward, kicking his side
hard. "Get up."
Lire scrambled to get to
his feet. "My Lord."
"Make sure they're
all locked up again," Lucifer said. "You find any stragglers, you let
me know and I'll make them regret disobeying me."
"Yes, anything you
need." Lire turned to scamper away but paused after a few steps. "My
Lord, it's great to see you, but I thought things were well on earth. We were
informed you were roaming free."
"I was."
Lire stared at him.
"So why are you here?"
Luce had no answer for
that. With another snap of the finger, Lire disappeared, vanquished from sight.
Why was he here? He didn't know. This is the last place he wanted to be. But
being on Earth, being near Serah, not being able to touch her, or be with her?
Well, maybe there were two things worse than Hell.
Luce strode right down
the long winding dirt path, leading straight to the decrepit castle, passing
not another soul along the way. He went inside, went straight to the conference
room, retaking his seat on the carved marble throne in front of the long table.
Slouching down, he let out an exasperated sigh and pulled the old deck of cards
from his pocket.
He didn't play War
today.
Today, he played Solitaire.
The plastic bags dug into
Serah's skin, cutting off the circulation as she tried to juggle nearly a dozen
of them, clutched tightly in her hands and around her wrists.
Getting
groceries was a pain. Literally .
She
strode through the parking lot toward the motel, trying to endure it, but it
got to be too much. Groaning, she set down the bags in the middle of the lot
and flexed her fingers, bright red from the strain.
She
needed a car.
She
could afford one with all the money she'd saved working and living at the
motel. In fact, she'd made enough the past few months to afford to move out
into her own place. Living and working in the same place had gotten to her,
messed with her head, so much so she'd passed out on one of the beds last week,
fell asleep in the middle of her job.
It
wasn't like her at all.
She'd
dreamed about the man again, the man who was always around yet wasn't really
there at all. It was peculiar, and she could remember him so vividly, every
detail of his face, even the sound of his voice. It was the first time in all
the times she saw him that he actually spoke to her.
Her
boss had offered her a new job, a promotion of sorts, working regular hours at
the front desk at night, so Serah figured it was time to move on, settle into a
normal routine, try to build a life.
She
hadn't seen the stranger since making that decision.
Not
that any of it was real, anyway. Not that he was real. Her
nightmare.
It turned his stomach.
They were savages.
Luce slowly approached,
the gate within reach of his fingertips. Anything inside was trapped there, the
reapers constantly attacking anyone who got too close, ripping them to pieces
like they'd done to Luce so many times before. He watched it for a moment on
the protected side of the gate, contemplating, hesitating, before letting out a
deep sigh and stepping right through.
The second he entered
Hell, the scenery change. It was like a flood rushing through, wiping away the
madness and dousing the fires, the molten lava hardening, the Hell reforming
that Serah had seen day in and day out when she approached the gate.
Lucifer's
Hell.
Desolation .
Lightning flashed,
thunder cracking, rumbling the ground, knocking demons off their feet.
Lucifer's wings had emerged, overshadowing everything, obscuring Hell in a
shadowy darkness. Demons immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed
down as he stood there, eyes sweeping along them all, anger simmering inside of
him.
He said nothing.
With the snap of a
finger, they vanished. Back to their cages, forced back into their torment, as
Lucifer locked them all away.
All except for one, that
is.
Lire.
The demon was not far in
front of him, bowed obediently. Lucifer strolled forward, kicking his side
hard. "Get up."
Lire scrambled to get to
his feet. "My Lord."
"Make sure they're
all locked up again," Lucifer said. "You find any stragglers, you let
me know and I'll make them regret disobeying me."
"Yes, anything you
need." Lire turned to scamper away but paused after a few steps. "My
Lord, it's great to see you, but I thought things were well on earth. We were
informed you were roaming free."
"I was."
Lire stared at him.
"So why are you here?"
Luce had no answer for
that. With another snap of the finger, Lire disappeared, vanquished from sight.
Why was he here? He didn't know. This is the last place he wanted to be. But
being on Earth, being near Serah, not being able to touch her, or be with her?
Well, maybe there were two things worse than Hell.
Luce strode right down
the long winding dirt path, leading straight to the decrepit castle, passing
not another soul along the way. He went inside, went straight to the conference
room, retaking his seat on the carved marble throne in front of the long table.
Slouching down, he let out an exasperated sigh and pulled the old deck of cards
from his pocket.
He didn't play War
today.
Today, he played Solitaire.
The plastic bags dug into
Serah's skin, cutting off the circulation as she tried to juggle nearly a dozen
of them, clutched tightly in her hands and around her wrists.
Getting
groceries was a pain. Literally .
She
strode through the parking lot toward the motel, trying to endure it, but it
got to be too much. Groaning, she set down the bags in the middle of the lot
and flexed her fingers, bright red from the strain.
She
needed a car.
She
could afford one with all the money she'd saved working and living at the
motel. In fact, she'd made enough the past few months to afford to move out
into her own place. Living and working in the same place had gotten to her,
messed with her head, so much so she'd passed out on one of the beds last week,
fell asleep in the middle of her job.
It
wasn't like her at all.
She'd
dreamed about the man again, the man who was always around yet wasn't really
there at all. It was peculiar, and she could remember him so vividly, every
detail of his face, even the sound of his voice. It was the first time in all
the times she saw him that he actually spoke to her.
Her
boss had offered her a new job, a promotion of sorts, working regular hours at
the front desk at night, so Serah figured it was time to move on, settle into a
normal routine, try to build a life.
She
hadn't seen the stranger since making that decision.
Not
that any of it was real, anyway. Not that he was real. Her
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