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"Just what is this girl to you? Why would an Archangel such as yourself offer to protect a mere mortal?" - Lucifer Morningstar

Chapter XXI

Three weeks later

"He can send me fucking nightmares all the way from Hell?!" I yelled in frustration, hands gripping my hair.

Ghost flattened his ears and stared at me blankly. Even though the fallen are cut off from Heaven, they are still extremely powerful, he told me.

Feeling guilty for yelling at him, I gave him an apological look. I haven't gotten more than two or three hours sleep a night for three weeks straight now – courtesy of dear Lucas – and I was getting cranky and taking it out on my own poor Guardian Angel.

"I'm sorry, Ghost. I know you hate yelling." I apologized, sitting down on a chair in my living room and rubbing my temple while resting my elbows on the large wooden dining table.

It's okay, he replied gently. I know that you need your sleep. The large cat stood up on his hind legs, laying his head down on the table and staring at me with his mismatched green eyes.

"How is he even doing it?" I grumbled.

Ghost's ears perked up slightly. It's called hypnomancy. It's the ability to manipulate and bend dreams at ones will, he replied. Most higher angels and demons possess it.

"Is there any way to stop it?" I asked desperately, just wanting to be able to sleep again. I yawned loudly and put my own head on the table as well. "Maybe to nullify his powers or to put up a magic barrier of some sorts."

I glared at the angel. "You're an angel, aren't you? Can't you put up a magic barrier of some sorts?" I asked. Whenever I had nightmares, Ghost was the one to snap me out of it, but the rest of the night I was too shaken up to fall asleep once more.

Lucas was getting creative with the nightmares he sends me. Which I recently found out is a very bad thing. Lucas and creative shouldn't go together in one sentence.

He has grown to love using my fears against me. But that wasn't the part that scared me the most. It was the clarity, how realistic the dreams were. He even went as far as sending me some of his own memories; horrifying memories filled to the brim with anger and frustration and so much blood and destruction, I couldn't even begin to comprehend it.

And all those weeks he has hidden himself in Hell, unreachable – which I had to admit, was a smart move on his side.

I am afraid that nullifying his powers is out of the question, Ghost replied, and putting up a barrier on that scale would take time.

"How long?"

Days, was the answer I got. And learning you the ways to guard your own mind would take even longer, he added.

An idea formed in my head. A rather stupid idea might I add, but I was out of good ideas and getting desperate.

"How about summoning him?" I voiced my thoughts. I knew it was possible to summon angels and demons from their home-dimensions. I have never done it before, but from reading Christopher's dairy I knew he once summoned Cassiel and some demons as well.

I glanced at Ghost. And we have a higher angel who might know the right rituals as well! My subconsciousness added.

Ghost gave me a perplexed look. You want to... summon... him? He shook his head in bewilderment. This is a bad idea.

"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears," I shrugged. "That," I added threateningly, "and if he gets troublesome I can always cut him down with Glorious."

That's an even worse idea! Ghost spoke firmly. You don't even know how to properly wield that fiery blade yet, if the fallen angel won't destroy you, the blade will!

"Then why don't you teach me how to control an angel blade?" I fired back. "You are the angel amongst us after all."

The angel shot me such a fiery glare that I immediately sat upright and backed away a bit. Listen, Harlynn, Ghost's voice thundered in my head. Angel blades are hard to control, even by angels themselves. They need to acknowledge you and you need to acknowledge the sword as well. You show even a sliver of doubt or fear towards the blade and it will turn its furious flames against you! It's not something I can just teach you, this is something you need to figure out on your own!

I sat there wide eyed, staring at him. Ghost has never yelled at me before. Or gotten mad for that matter.

And Glorious is an Archangel blade, Ghost added, calmer now. You will have an even harder time to master that one.

"My grandmother told me that the blade already accepted me as it's wielder," I said, recalling the conversation I had with her when I received Glorious.

Being accepted or acknowledged by an angel blade are different things, Ghost explained. If it had not accepted you back then, you wouldn't even have been able to touch it. It would have left horrible burn marks on your hands.

I slowly nodded my head. "I understand that now," I replied softly. Ghost stared at me unblinking. I firmly stared back. "I will master Glorious. I'll find a way," I promised, "but now I need your help with this."

Summoning him is the worst idea you've had so far, Ghost said once more.

"I know," I frowned. "But I do need my sleep and we cannot exactly force him to come to Earth, can we?"

After I knew for certain that Lucas was the one behind the nightmares, I had tried to track him down. I hacked the surveillance cameras to see if I could spot him. I even had Jason and his pack to help me try to find their Alpha – after I had helped them take care of the feud between two rivaling packs they were more than willing to help. Even Ghost scorched down the entire world. But Lucas was not on the mortal realm anymore.

"Unless of course, you can take me to Hell and we will just search there," I only half-sarcastically spoke.

Ghost stared at me. I take my words back, he said, that idea is even worse.

"Because there are so many demons there?" I tried.

The demons would be the least of your problem, Ghost told me with a roll of his eyes. Hell's air is toxic to mortals, you wouldn't survive for even ten minutes. And then there's the fact that angelic powers are drastically weakened in the Hell dimensions. If you were to get in trouble in Hell, I wouldn't be able to save your sorry ass. We angels are like a beacon of light as well, we would be surrounded in no time at all.

"I was only sarcastic," I replied.

Partly sarcastic, you mean. Ghost corrected me with a grin.

"Fair enough point," I grinned back, before my smile fell once more. "Listen, Ghost. Do you know the ways to summon a fallen angel from Hell or not?"

Ghost looked at me sadly.

"Yes or no, Ghost?"

Yes, he finally said.

"Then please help me do this," I said, standing up from the chair I was seated on and walking around the table towards Ghost's side. "I need your help."

Are you really sure about this? He asked after thinking it over for a while.

"No, I'm not. But I don't really have much of a choice, it does not seem like he is about to stop any time soon. I'm going to do it either way."

Then who am I to tell you not to do it? Was the answer I got. Ghost stretched out his long body and yawned. Let's summon a fallen angel then, he said.

Ghost's eyes flared up in a bright green light and he blazed up into his true form of light and fire. I stared at the angel in my living room open-mouthed. Ghost stretched out his six white-silver wings, wrapping them around me. Looking at his inhuman face with his sharp features and glowing eyes, the world started spinning around us.

After what must have been less than a second, Ghost's wings uncurled from around me and I took a step back on shaky legs, the world still spinning. Afraid I might faint, I quickly sat down, shocked to feel soft grass between my fingers.

Blinking my eyes against the harsh sunlight – wasn't it supposed to be night? – I looked around once my eyes adjusted. And I looked again.

We weren't in my living room anymore. Or even New York for that matter, I even doubted if we were still in America. We were in front of what appeared to be a lake surrounded by a forest and mountains.

I looked back towards the angel, who had – once again – taken on the form of the white cat I was so familiar with. "Where are we?" I asked in bewilderment, standing up slowly and marveling over the view. The air was so... clear here. So different from the city air I was so used to. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, a small smile on my face.

Somewhere in Norway, I believe, Ghost replied.

My eyes shot open, and I whirled away to face him. "Norway?! What are we doing in Norway?!"

That does explain why it's suddenly day, my subconsciousness noted, this is a totally different time-zone.

Ghost sat down calmly, curling his tail around his body and looking over the lake. If you are truly adamant on summoning an angel from Hell, I would highly recommend you against summoning him in a lively city such as Manhattan. Let along in your own living room.

"Why this place?" I asked him, understanding that it would be a bad idea to summon Lucas in my living room... what if he was in a bad mood and he burned down my house? But then again, it would be a waste for this place to turn into ashes as well, I thought with a pang.

I really like Norway, Ghost said, looking over the lake with a distant look – reliving a memory of some sorts. There does not lives a single soul within a hundred-mile radius of this very lake. We can safely do the summoning here without having to worry about the safety of others. Summoning angels can be dangerous.

"Why is summoning angels so dangerous?" I asked, watching a small bird fly past, my eyes following the small creature until it disappeared among the pine trees. "You are the good guys, right?"

Sadly, nothing is ever that simple. Ghost said. Angels can do bad things as well, just as demons can show mercy, kindness even. The angel shot me a sideward glance. The world is not black and white, you know?

We angels are not as gentle as humankind believes us to be. If it means achieving our goals, completing our mission, we burn down entire civilizations without a single thought if we have to. You really don't want to be on an angel's bad side. He calmly explained.

Tilting up his head and looking at me, he asked. You still want to do this?

I nodded my head. "Yes. Let's summon a fallen angel," I muttered.

I'll go get the ingredients we need, Ghost said, you wait here and enjoy the view in the meantime. I'll be back soon.

"Alright," I said, but Ghost has already disappeared with a whooshing sound. Shaking my head, I sat down on the soft grass and wrapped my arms around my legs, lightly closing my eyes and enjoying the feel of the wind softly caressing my skin, letting my tired body rest a bit in the meantime.

Just around the time I finally started to relax, Ghost reappeared. Opening my eyes, I glanced at what he had brought with him. I was surprised to discover that he had taken on a human-form. "No cat?" I asked, referring to his body. It was kind of weird to see Ghost as a human, instead of his angel or cat form.

"All angels have a physical body that we can use to materialize into this world," he told me in his musical voice, his green eyes twinkling in amusement. "This is mine," he added as an afterthought.

"It's easier to take things with me when I'm in this form," he clarified upon seeing my baffled expression. He held up a plastic bag, waving it around as if it held all the answers. "It's kind of hard to carry around a bag when you're a cat."

Ghost walked closer to me as his sharp eyes scanned the area, a certain gracefulness to his movements. He stopped a few feet in front of me, looking calmly down at me. Ghost was taller than I was, but even he was still roughly a foot shorter compared to Lucas.

"What have you got?" I asked the angel, mentioning towards the bag he was still holding.

Ghost held the bag up, a cheeky grin on his face. "The things needed to summon the fallen, of course," he spoke.

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I said, "Well, duh. I mean what are the ingredients?"

Holding open the bag and rummaging around in it, he pulled out a jar filled to the brim with some thick reddish-black liquid in it. "You really don't want to know what is in this... a lot of things mixed together," he said, pulling a face. "But uhm..." he continued, pulling the jar away, "you are familiar with this object."

He pulled out a large feather. My eyes slightly widened when I recognized the feather as Lucas'. In the light of the sun it shimmered a brilliant blue.

"Seeing as there is a specific being we want to summon," Ghost started explaining, twirling the feather around in his hand – letting the light hit it in different ways, creating every kind of blue I could imagine, "we need something that belongs to that said being, or literally anything can appear before us."

"The feather will... call him?" I tried.

"That's one way to put it" Ghost said. "Here, hold this," he added, handing me the feather. I carefully took it from his hold. "I will paint the symbols with the jar's ingredients," he explained, turning around and getting to work.

I turned around and looked out over the lake, holding the feather close as Ghost worked on the summoning sigils.

How can I get through Lucas? I thought to myself, wondering how I could convince him to stop sending me all those nightmares. I was rather certain he was doing it to convince me to stay away from him, but could I really do that?

All those times I've seen him... he just seemed to lonely and hateful towards everyone and anything. Over the centuries – maybe even millennia – he has been around, he has put up walls around himself, a mask of some sorts. Seeing someone suffer like that, I just couldn't leave him alone. It was against all my morals.

There's no way I could just leave Lucas be.

"Are you ready?" Ghost's voice dragged me out of my train of thought.

Blinking my eyes, I turned to look at my Guardian Angel. Ghost had risen to his full height, looking at me with his mismatched eyes. "The sigils are done," he clarified, nodding towards some symbols he had painted on the rocky ground between the field I was standing on and the lake.

"What are those symbols?" I asked, tightly holding the feather as I stared at the eerie symbols. I could recognize a few Enochian symbols; they were speaking of summoning and binding an angel, but I couldn't pinpoint the others. They weren't Enochian, or any human language I could recognize for that matter.

They reminded me of the scribbling of a small child, but different, far removed from any human tongue. They had an almost eerie feeling over them, ancient and dark like the undiscovered universe.

"The language of Heaven and Hell combined," he replied.

"Fallen angels are like angels, but they aren't at the same time," Ghost said, "if we were to only draw Enochian protection sigils, Lucas would just casually walk past them. The same as we would just use any demon summoning ritual, for he's not a demon either."

"So fallen angels are like, between angels and demons?" I asked, trying to piece it together.

"In some ways, yes." Ghost nodded. "The only way to summon and trap a fallen angel is to combine the sigils, combine the powers of Heaven and Hell alike." A small smirk appeared on his face. "A small trick I discovered myself."

"How often have you done this?" I asked.

"A few times. You ready to do this, or not?"

"I'm ready," I immediately said, holding the feather as I took a few steps forward until the summoning sigils were only a few feet away from me. Ghost went to stand next to me, his eyes glowing up in a bright green light.

"Do we really need to trap him?" I asked, feeling uncertain about binding Lucas to his place.

"If we do not bind him," Ghost said, "there's no saying what he can do. I cannot risk him hurting you in any way."

"Alright then," I agreed, not feeling like entering a discussion with an angel.

"Keep a hold on the feather," Ghost warned me.

Taking out a piece of paper, Ghost unfolded it and started reading from it. The chanting of a spell. I couldn't understand any words he said, but there were some words he repeated occasionally. A name. Lucas' true name.

Straining my ears to hear better, I failed to understand. I knew what name Ghost was calling, but the moment I heard it, I forgot.

Damn it.

My attention was diverted when the sigils of the summoning circle glowed up in a harsh, blue light. The wind picked up and started howling all around us, the surface of the lake rippled as if an earthquake was near. I watched on in shock how the entire sky was set ablaze in odd, bright blue flames. The flames furiously danced across the skyline, expanding the entire horizon as far as I could see. The wind picked up more harshly, nearly blowing me away from my spot. I took a few steps back and covered my face against the harsh wind that cut into my skin like razors.

A pillar of light burst free from the heart of the summoning circle, shooting up into the sky and disappearing amongst the flames.

The silhouette of a tall man appeared within the light, slowly rising to his towering height. Fiery red eyes stared straight into my own and the light was blown away like a powerful wave which literally blew me off my feet.

I was whirled through the air with a shriek and a hand tightly took a hold of me. Looking up, I stared at Ghost. My Guardian Angel pulled me back on my feet, his own wings busting free from his back and forming a protective shield around us both as Lucas was summoned from Hell.

Finally, Ghost uncurled his silver-white wings from around us and I looked in horror at our surroundings. It was like a nuclear bomb went off.

The entire forest was blown away, all trees laid on their sides, their roots pointing at us almost accusingly. The mountains appeared to be blown away as well. The grass was nearly gone too, leaving nothing but a smoldering crater behind, smoke curling up towards the still blazing sky.

Now I understood why Ghost did not want me to summon Lucas in New York, the destruction would have been devastating. The entire metropolis could have been annihilated.

Too bad about the beautiful scenery though, I thought with a pang.

Movement from the heart of the crater caught my attention. It was Lucas.

The fallen angel was twirling around on his spot, scanning the runes that were trapping him and keeping him bound to the area. After he had finished scanning the runes, he glared at me with his fiery eyes, his jaw tense.

"Don't look like that," I told Lucas as Ghost folded his wings, "you weren't exactly giving me a choice but to summon you."

Lucas stared at me. "You always have a choice," he spoke, the light from the blue flames that were dancing across the sky sharpening his features.

"Why did you summon me, Kitten?" He asked me with a feral grin. Just as I was about to answer, he held out his hand, silencing me. "Wait, let me guess!" He said excitedly like a child.

Lucas tapped his chin with a clawed finger. He gave me a sly grin. "This is about my creative dreams, isn't it?"

"They are not dreams. They are nightmares," I corrected the fallen angel.

Lucas shrugged his shoulders. Nonchalantly placing his hands in the pockets of his black overcoat. "That are just details," he replied, almost disappointed, "who even cares about the details anymore, those days?"

"I do for starters," I snapped, starting to get fed-up with him. A flash of surprise flashed behind his eyes, clearly not expecting me to snap.

Tilting his head to the sides, he looked at me. Examining me. "Humans really can't go without sleep for long, can they?" I could hear him mutter under his breath.

"And you!" Lucas added, directing his attention to Ghost, who had been silent during our encounter. "What are you even doing here?! How long has it been since we last met? That was back in Heaven, wasn't it?"

Ghost and Lucas stared at each other for a while, expressions void of any emotion. Are they having a... telepathic conversation? I couldn't help but wonder, growing curious about what they could be telling each other. I shot a sideward glance at the two of them. Just who are they? They sure seem to know each other.

After their staring-contest which couldn't have been longer than a few seconds, Lucas slowly nodded his head. "Very well. I won't tell," he told Ghost, who nodded back in acknowledgement.

"What is it?" I asked.

Both angels stared my way. "That's none of your business," Lucas snapped.

"You really haven't changed, have you?" Ghost asked him.

"Nope," Lucas replied proudly. "Not at all."

"Lucas," I said, breaking their bickering. They both looked my way. "Why are you sending me those nightmares?"

"I think you already know the answer," he replied.

I nodded. "I know. You want me to stay away," I said, "but you know what? I'm not sure I can do that."

"It's easy, really," the fallen angel said in almost annoyance. "I repeat this once. You turn around, you walk away and you don't look back."

"And my answer stays the same," I told him. "I cannot do that."

He shook his head, almost sadly. "You are so going to regret that," he muttered under his breath. I had to strain my ears to hear him.

Lucas turned towards Ghost. "What do you have to say about that? You're her Guardian, are you not?"

"She is very stubborn," Ghost replied, "once she has her mind set to something, it's impossible to change her mind."

I elbowed Ghost in the ribs – which he barely seemed to notice – as I glared at him. "I'm not that bad."

Both angels stared at me in disbelief. "Okay, maybe a bit." I muttered.

The three of us stared at each other in silence, the only noise coming from the furious flames above our heads. "Can any of you maybe remove those annoying sigils?" Lucas asked after a while, clearly getting fed-up with the silence.

"No," me and Ghost said in unison.

Lucas arched up a single eyebrow, looking between us both. "Fascinating," he said, his eyes calculating. He slyly turned to Ghost. "Just what is this girl to you? Why would an Archangel such as yourself offer to protect a mere mortal?" He asked him. From the look he was giving Ghost, I could clearly tell he really did not understood, that it was beyond his comprehension as to why angels would want to protect humans.

"I won't expect you to understand," Ghost replied stiffly.

"First Raphael and Metatron, and now you?" Lucas muttered, he stared up at the sky in disbelief.

Raphael? I thought, recognizing the name to belong to an Archangel. I knew about Metatron defending me – to a certain degree – but I don't recall anyone named Raphael.

"What's going to happen next? God himself is going to descend?!" Lucas wailed.

"Don't be so stupid," Ghost said. "God won't come to this world. You know that."

Lucas fiery eyes stared at me, piercing straight through my soul. "Just what are you?"

"I'm..." I started to say, feeling uncomfortable under his heavy gaze, "a Harlynn."

"That's not what I'm asking," Lucas snapped, the whites of his eyes slowly turning black.

Suddenly, my vision was blocked by a large feathered wing. My eyes widened in surprise and I pushed the large and surprisingly soft feathers out of my face. Ghost pushed me back until I was standing behind him. With his wings half-spread, I had trouble to look over him towards Lucas whose expression I swore was full of surprise.

Clearly Lucas was just as surprised by Ghost's actions as I was.

"Let her be, Lucas," Ghost spoke, the warning clear in his voice. Even Lucas took a step back, all humor gone. "I will say this once. Stop the nightmares, or you're going to regret it."

The two angels glared at each other, the tension thick enough that even I could feel it. I gripped Ghost's wings tightly in my hold, my eyes were wide as I looked between them. Finally, Lucas spoke. "Very well," he agreed, surprising me. "Even I am not stupid enough to mess around with you."

Arching up my eyebrow is surprise, I looked between the two angels. Whatever little doubt I still had about Ghost being a higher ranked angel is now completely gone. He was literally called an Archangel to his face. And I did not know Lucas all that well, but he did not seem to be the kind of person who would lie about something like that.

Why would an Archangel protect me? I wondered to myself, recalling what Lucas had said not too long ago. 'Why would an Archangel such as yourself offer to protect a mere mortal?' he had said. And Lucas did have a point.

Glancing between both angels, I really noticed how out of place I was – I was literally the only human within a hundred-mile radius. There was an Archangel standing next to me – having his wings in my face – and an angel from Hell was bound in front of us. How much crazier can this all get?

"What are we going to do now?" Lucas spoke loudly.

Standing on the tip of my toes and pushing Ghost's wings down, I glanced at the fallen angel who I found staring straight back at me. "Stare at each other for the rest of eternity?" The fallen continued with a smirk on his pretty face. "Because that would be fine by me," he added, his left eye dropping down in a sly wink.

Ghost tensed up and I put my hand on his shoulder, pressing slightly. "Don't," I whispered.

"You promise to stop with the nightmares?" I asked Lucas aloud, just to clarify.

"Sure," he shrugged, "I don't want your halo friend to burn my wings off. I like flying."

Tilting his head to the side, his eyes turned back to their usual dark blue color. "I don't think there's any change you will just let me be?" He asked.

I shook my head, stepping away from behind Ghost's wings. My Guardian Angel watched my movements closely. "If we just keep walking into each other like we do, how can I stay away?" I asked with a slight smile.

Lucas stared at me blankly, but I swore I saw a flash of respect – maybe even admiration – flash before his eyes. It was gone as soon as ice thrown into the sun, so I could have imagined it, but if I did not know better, he almost seemed touched by my determination.

"I won't go searching for you," I added, "but I will most likely see you again."

Lucas and Ghost stared at each other for a while. Hell and Heaven. Most likely another telepathic conversation. Slowly, Ghost nodded and walked forward. The Archangel held up his hand and the symbols keeping Lucas bound burned away in golden-white flames.

And Lucas was gone. And so were the blue flames that burned in the sky not too long ago.

"Archangel, huh?" I said, giving Ghost a sideward glance. "So which one are you?" I asked him. I can at least rule out Metatron and Raphael.

His mismatched green eyes focused on me. "I will tell you another time," he said.

"You say that all the time," I replied with a huff.

"And I mean it," he added, "I stay true to my word. I just don't think you're ready to know it, yet. Knowledge is power."

"Lucas seemed to be wary around you," I noted, thinking about how quick the fallen angel agreed when Ghost simply asked him to. Lucas does not give in easily.

"He has a reputation in Heaven, but so do I." Was the answer I got. From the look he was giving me, I knew he wasn't going to say more about the matter.

So I changed the subject. "Where do you think Lucas went?"

"I'm not sure," the angel spoke. "Either Hell or somewhere on Earth."

Looking around at our surroundings – or what was left of it – I was overtaken by sadness. No human lives might have been lost, but the beautiful landscape was completely turned to smoldering ashes as a side-effect from summoning a fallen angel.

"Is there anything you can do about this?" I asked, mentioning towards the burning remains.

"Watch this," he said, smiling my way. "I'll show you a little trick."

I watched on how he held up his hand, the light and fire of Heaven burning underneath his skin as his eyes flared up in a bright green light. A wave of energy moved through the air into all directions. I watched on in fascination and awe when grass and the trees started growing in rabid speed before my very eyes. The lake filled itself with water and the mountains rose to their full height once more.

In less than a few minutes, everything was back to normal. As if the whole summoning-Lucas-part never happened.

A wide smile grew on my face as I whirled around, taking everything in. "You know, Ghost?" I said, turning towards the angel, "this is a pretty awesome gift you have there. Thank you."

The Archangel nodded, his pale hair falling in front of his eyes. "I couldn't just leave it like that," he replied in his clear voice, "and it does looks much better this way." He added with a grin.

"Let's take you home, alright?" He spoke, lightly touched my forehead with his fingers. A whooshing sound was heard and the world whirled around us. Then we were back inside my living room.

"I still cannot believe we just casually crossed the entire bloody ocean in less than a second," I muttered, staring outside towards the dark sky in bewilderment. Ghost laughed.

Freaking angels.

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Alright, my little demons! Next chapter is here and as you can tell, it's longer than usual.

Lucifer: And the most important part... I'm in it!

Author: Yup. You sure are.

About the video on top... I found this song recently and really wanted to add it to a chapter, but I couldn't really find any good lyric videos. So I decided to add a Supernatural edit XD WATCH IT

Anyway, make sure you tell me in the comments what you thought of it! Who do you think Ghost really is and why do you think that? Why does Harlynn has Ghost watching over her? How well do/did Ghost and Luci knew each other? What were they talking about telepathically? When will Harlynn and Lucifer meet again, and how? What do you think is going to happen next? Predictions? Let me know in the comment section - don't be a ghost reader, I love chatting to you guys :)

Lucifer: I really love how I can nearly answer all those questions.

Author: Just don't you dare spoil anything, or I swear I will duct tape your mouth shut.

Lucifer: *holds up hands* Very well, it's no fun telling them either way. Calm down.

Ghost: Hello :)

Author: How did you get here?! I don't remember inviting you?

Ghost: *turns towards Lucifer* You left the back-door open when you waltzed into the author's note. I simply walked in.

Lucifer: *glares at Ghost*

Author: Okay, you two! Let's just continue with this note, alright? I don't want you two going berserk here...

Ghost: I'll do it. *turns towards the readers* If you liked this chapter, make sure you drop a comment and a vote, and share this story with your friends if possible. *turns back towards author* Something like that?

Author: Thank you, Ghost. And guys, when you go back to the story, make sure you lock the door behind you, alright? I don't want any weird creatures wandering in...

I'll keep it at this then! Until the next time.

Hugs and knives,

- Luci

Ps. Recently I published a new story (A Demon's Loyalty) that I entered into the 'Wattpad Witching Hour' contest. It's already completed and you can find it on my profile. If you have the time, make sure you check it out! You guys will probably like it.