Heartstoppers

•THREE•

"You want to kill me, but before that, you desire to know my identity. I'm Lucifer."

"Of course you are," I said composedly. Now this stranger had to be out of his mind too? "What else am I thinking, O Seer of nonsense?"

"I'm not joking. I am the Lucifer." He asserted.

"Well, " I shrugged, as a matter-of-factly, "I never said you weren't, Mr. evil."

"You are agreeing with me. Why are you agreeing with me?"

"You doofus, this is called sarcasm!"

"But I'm serious!" And true enough, his expression was as somber as one's is when one is watching a funeral. Something about that face broke the facility I'd gathered.

I remember the time when I was what? Eleven? Messiah was just a puppy I'd been feeding for the past few days. A small mongrel, light as a feather yet chubby as marshmallows. Both of us were strangers– Heartbroken and alone. I recall feeling utterly wretched after Julian's departure, and that adorable puppy had been the only one successful in bringing a smile to my lips. Julian... that boy had been what you'd call a friend.

The tale of how Messiah got his name is pretty decent– He'd decided it was a good idea to drench in the rain and splatter across muddy puddles and become... well, messy. I'll admit my creativity levels are as fantastic as me. And that day, he'd returned looking so enthusiastic and so grubby that I hadn't been able to stop my laughter from taking control of me.

I'd brawled like a wounded dog, thumped my fists on the floor, and snorted so severely that there was no saliva left in my mouth. And now, when a total stranger announced that he was Lucifer right after a narrow shave with death, I don't think I've ever giggled this hard. Yeah, totally! I just met with a lieutenant of hell! So scary! Boo!

I don't think he appreciated my amusement. "Hey-" He protested.

"I'm suffocating here, don't choke me more." I gasped. "Your sense of humour is amazing, but if you can't assist Messiah, then get the hell out of my sight."

"She's so weird." The dark-haired hottie elucidated, apparently not getting the pun. "It's a wonderful opportunity to meet the-"

"Can you or can you not help him?" I cut him off and finally stopped laughing.

The redhead (Who's he? Satan?) shoved his hands into his pockets gloomily. "No, but-"

"Alright then, off with you, or else I'm chasing you away with stones!" I held up a stone to demonstrate that I meant the threat. Boys can get so full of themselves sometimes– So what is he saved me? If he thought that Messiah's condition was nothing short of a joke, then I could very well proceed to cure my doggo of that perfunctory status on my own.

"You can try, " By some impossible method, Mr. Lucifer became even more dismal. "It'll pass-"

I threw the stone. It soared as a jet does in the sky, leaving a white puff of clouds trailing behind. My aim was perfect, and it sped swiftly towards the redhead and-

Where the stone was supposed to land– His nose, by the way– his skin faded into nonexistence, and a glimmer later, it knitted itself back together as if nothing had happened. The stone landed behind him with a loud thunk.

"-right through us." The redhead finished, clenching his fists. The other boy leaned and whispered something in his ear, and the redhead grimaced in reaction.

I supposed it was time to begin panicking. One supernatural thing was more than enough, and now I had to handle two more?! Wait, I cornered my inner self. Don't be hysteric. Take in the scenery, calm down and then do whatever you want. That had been my remedy for agitation– Look around, no worries and then kick the booties.