SELAPHIEL's
PERSPECTIVE

FOUR

The underworld was bitter. The air was bleak, it constricted my throat and made me feel debilitated and dry of ecstasy.

I blinked through the haze, the blackness of the underworld. With the twilight wrapped around me, I felt restricted. Halls that led to more passages and more rooms, it looked endless, and that petrified me.

The underworld was endless, really, I should've studied first, or maybe brought someone with me and let them die with me as-well.

I tried to wrap my head around trying to find Lucifer. I must be in his home, maybe I wasn't. All I'm trying to say is; I have no idea what I'm doing.

I walked through the halls, the endless, brunet and hollow halls. For almost twenty minutes, I felt like I was going insane.

Trying to grasp at anything through the darkness, trying to find someone, anything. Every time I turned a corner, it felt like the whole hallway was twisting itself around me.

There was finally faint sounds, like the sizzling of fire. I guessed that was my only route, and I followed it. I imagined a warm fire at the end of the next hall, and Lucifer lounging across from it. Hand flicking over pages of a book.

That was just a guess though, a guess trying to make me feel safe.

I'm sure he wasn't really reading a romance novel, he was probably gouging some victim's eyes out.

I followed the sound, the crackling of forex the earth radiating through the walls, and the light glowing out the ending to the hall, a door, and it was wide open.

I tip-toed forwards, my hands braced onto the frame of the door, my head tipped forwards, I felt attracted to the warmth, the fervour flowing past, around and through me like waves.

I had unnatural, but dependable eyes for someone my age. But with being an Arch-Angel, Youth and springtide was one of many attachments.

I gawked at the view, gawked at the man in black, forayed black hair, narrow black eyes and the uneasy look of imperson. The detachment was clear in those deceiving eyes. I couldn't quite look away.

All in seconds, Lucifer's eyes were already on me. Glaring and eating at every inch of my body, every curve, every strand of vibrant red hair.

Those black eyes narrowed, thin lips forming into a noteworthy smirk. One which could never have looked so beastly and sinful on anyone else.

"Do I scare you?"

His voice was dark and silky smooth. His eyes didn't blink, didn't stray from my form. It seemed he was observing for anything in my hands.

Or maybe he was reading my mind. I had no idea of what his abilities were, if he could see things a normal demon or angel couldn't.

I did not answer, I only observed before stepping forwards. I looked towards his hands; a book.

"Are you mute? Selaphiel?"

I guessed right. I'm sure it isn't a romance novel though.

"No," I spoke. "And no, I am not mute."

A scoff left the mans lip. "Then sit, I have business to attend to after this. I don't want my schedule ruined."

I hummed. "Oh yes~ You're a busy devil. Why would you even bother inviting me?"

I sat on a chair beside Satan, and peered towards the book in his hands. 'Romeo and Juliet, the script.' It was Shakespeares work, a romantic tragedy.

His eyes darkened and he sneered. "I like the idea of people dying for lust, believing its love." He ignored my question.

"Love is an emotion."

"Love is nothing, it's another word for the feeling of lust."

I shrugged my shoulders. "A demon and an Angel will always have their differences."

He nodded. "I'm sure you know I didn't summon you to talk about adolescents dying."

I pursed my lips. Foul words slip from a demons mouth. They can't speak warmth or care because they are created to speak in venom.

"Then what is it you want from me."

"Oh darling," he bit his upper lip, and his eyes narrowed in the look of ecstasy. "I have a very difficult job for you, not even a demon could do."

I raised an eyebrow. "And you believe your enemy can do it better?"

"Arch-Angels lie, and they're good at it too."

I narrowed my eyes as he leaned forwards, and grabbed my vibrant red hair in his thin fingers.

He sniffed the air.

I scrunched my nose in distaste, and he chuckled as though it was funny he was making me uncomfortable.

"I need you to do something for me."

I nodded, I couldn't disobey really. He was Satan, Lucifer. A man of ultimate power and domination. If I even lifted a finger he could turn me into a demon. A horrible creature with the idea that hurting someone was okay.

"It's obviously important if you tried to contact an archangel."

"That it is," he nodded, a sinister smile on his lips, his pale skin glistening in the light of the fire. "I need you to meet the deadly sin; Wrath."

"And I need you to fix him."

"Fix him, in what way?"

A sneer slipped into his lips. Eyes shouting the disgust in his hollow heart.

"He was a mistake. He's changed. I chose him as Wrath because of the anger he held. But he is no longer angry, he is restless and upset." He continued, a quizzed look on his face. "It's as though my soul eaters have sucked all his sanity. He is plotting against his people, against me."

"And how do you expect me to help?" I asked, a soft tone in my voice. I was too forgiving, I did not think of how evil this man was, but seeing the stress etched into his eyes made me feel like I needed to be civil with him.

Satan raked his long, thin fingers through his pitch black strands of hair. His eyes looking down at the closed back at his lap.

"What arch angels do best," He replied. "They get you to fall for them."

"And than they betray you."