Kevin's POV
I struggled against Ice's iron grip, but it was no use. Gasping for breath, I said, "You've been claiming people's souls before their time. You're abusing your power as a reaper, and you're close to joining the Fallen." The Fallen are just that, fallen angels, more commonly called Devils. Ice looked at me, not fearful or shocked that I had figured him out. No, he seemed...amused. "What are you talking about? Every one of those souls were dead, it was their time." "You're lying to yourself, Ice." I spat. "They were alive, until you reaped them. Have you even noticed that you're becoming a Fallen?" Ice looked at himself, and an expression of shock appeared in his face. "But...but how?" He muttered to himself, dropping me on the ground. "They...they were dead. It was their time. How is this possible?"
"That, old friend, would be my doing."
Ice spun around and faced the entrance to the alleyway. Standing there was a sixteen-year-old boy, but he looked much more mature. He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, and in his hand was a black cane with a green gem on top. He had black hair, green eyes, and very pale skin. Ice snarled, "What are you doing here, Lucifer? Your place is with your father." "Wait, WHAT?!" I said, confused. "This is the devil?" I'm the best devil hunter in the world, but even I'm not ready to take on Satan. "No," Ice snarled. "This is Lucifer Junior. A former friend of mine, before he joined the ranks of the Fallen." "That's right." Lucifer said with a devilish smirk. "And now, traitorous friend and slaughterer of my minions, I'm going to kill you both. Is now a bad time?"