Kylo

“He’s Kylo. The guy indirectly responsible for your death because of the killer game you played. He warned you, kind of.” Xander states, his brown hair whipping up as he shoots a smile at me. I debate between rolling my eyes and running from this really awkward situation. Aria Reid, she definitely exists. And she is definitely dead. And I’m definitely responsible. And she’s definitely punching my face. Wait, she's doing what?

“Okay, I admit I deserved that.” I say, ignoring the stinging pain on the left side of my jaw. I think I might have broken a tooth. But it will fix itself soon enough, perks of being in hell. Looking at her glaring daggers at me, the corner of my mouth tugs upward. Some humans are really crazy, and honestly it just makes them more fun to be around.

I see Xander snickering at me getting punched by a newly dead human. He behaves like a toddler sometimes. Scratch that, he is a toddler, and he is out for revenge. At least the glint in his eyes tell me that. I've known him for a long time now, he's like a brother to me and it's quite obvious when he wants revenge for something. I can never guess what his reason is, but I just know it gets more and more silly each time.

My hand goes to the back of my head like it always does when I’m nervous. “Sorry about this.” I say, surprising her and myself. Aaron doesn't apologize, neither does Kathy. Then why did I do it? Especially if it was her fault. I warn each player of my game, however less in number they may be, almost every twelve hours.

You should remove those warnings if you have any hopes of making it to the top. Aaron's words come back to me from a couple weeks ago. I remember being surprised that he actually talked to me. I was writing the basic code for the game with my headphones on that I hadn't noticed Aaron peaking in.

He is the kind of guy who would ignore anything and everything you say or do unless it's useful to him in any way. Advice coming from him for no reason still feels weird. Maybe he does have his reasons, I’m just too dumb to figure them out.

“Oh,” Aria looks at me in confusion. It must be quite weird for her, her murderer apologising for killing her. I notice the wetness around her eyes but I decide against saying anything about it. She deserves her space, especially since I stole her life from her. “I was planning on a revenge murder two minutes ago, but I think I will settle for some waffles now. You’re paying.”

Xander laughs at her words, and for the first time in a long time it actually sounds genuine. Humans are weird. And there aren't any waffles in hell, but I don't think she wants to hear that right now. So I just smile and nod along.

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I find myself walking to the old prison cells again. I know i’m going to be tracing my finger over my name and thinking about my mom again. Which is exactly why I’m surprised to find a dark haired boy slouched over in my place. I debate between going back out and strangling Xander for the stunt he pulled earlier or leaning against the wall next to this guy. Before I decide anything his head whips up, guess my decision will be taken for me. The moment I see his face, I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. Fuck this shit, I’m out.

I’m about to turn my back on his royal highness but his cool composed voice rings out, “Oh, I thought you usually come here in the morning. Sorry for hogging your place.” I blink back at him in reply. Did Aaron whatever-his-last-name-is just apologize?

That's when I notice his messy hair and red eyes. He doesn't look like the perfect evil son of a devil that he is. He looks quite the opposite to be honest. Without his pitch black suit and arrogant attitude, I have to actually look again to confirm it’s Aaron.

I clear my throat awkwardly before I ask, “You know I come down here?”
He chuckles at that, “You know I know pretty much everything, right?” He hesitates before moving a little to the side to make space for me. Run! My mind screams but my curiosity gets the best of me. I make myself comfortable beside him and fight the urge to run my fingers over my name I carved into the wall.

The awkward silence becomes unbearably loud. I try to speak something relevant but all the words in my mind turn into gibberish. A smirk touches his lips as if he knows what I’m thinking. Thankfully he decides to speak. But I wince at his words. “How is the project going?”

The guilt in my chest returns as I think about Aria again. I loved every moment I spent with her and that just made me hate myself even more. At least Xander looked like he was enjoying himself. “Not that great. I got my first soul a while ago. A few more may be coming soon. What about you?”

He leaves a deep sigh and runs his hand through his hair again. He looks better this way. His imperfection is perfect, I wonder if he knows that too. “Just got four more souls.” he pauses as if he is deciding against telling me something. Finally he just shrugs and continues, “Honestly, I’m worried Kathy will cross me and I will get kicked out of my home. Dad doesn't care about much but when it comes to his reputation…” he trails off.

“Lucifer sounds like a prick.” My mouth goes off before I can shut it down. I slap my hand over my mouth like that is going to do anything. I just called the king of hell a prick in front of his own son. Goodbye Hell, if there is someplace worse, guess my ticket is going to be booked soon. I wonder if Lucifer will get a discount.

Instead of the evil smirk I imagine Aaron to have, he breaks into a grin. “Believe me, he definitely is.”

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