Nephilim and the Nun

•Chapter Twenty-five•

Lucifer
...I sat at my usual table at the cafeteria, my head laid low while watching the entire room and the rest of the students bickering. I watched all of them seated in groups at different tables, with cheerful smiles on their faces as they conversed and it made a thick wave of loneliness hit me.

I was the mysterious teenager, the one that went about without friends and didn't associate with anyone. I was also always quick to leave school as soon as we were closed. I had no time to hang around because I had no intention of drawing attention to myself. It was better to remain in the shadows than for them to really know who I was and what I represented.

I kept to myself, studying everyone, from the cheerleaders to the jocks and the popular guys while also trying not to call attention to myself by staring too long. But suddenly, I noticed a shadow blocking my path. My eyes darted up to see one of the popular boys from the soccer team standing in my way and successfully cutting off my view. Beside him were his entourage and the girls that threw themselves at his feet to please him.

I stared him in the eyes, silently asking him to move away from my path but it seemed he had some other plans as a stupid smirk stretched his lips. He leaned over me, placing his arms on the table, a shit eating grin etched on his face.

"How about you leave the table for us, weirdo? I mean, you're not using it and you seem to just be occupying useful space,"

I stared at him some more before relaxing back in my chair and ignoring him, silently giving him a chance to get lost or to dare me. But it seemed the kid had a lot more guts than I pegged him for. And my silence must have annoyed him as he had the entire cafeteria staring at us, in hopes of a fight breaking out but I wasn't about to give him that. He wasn't worth the trouble it'll cause.

He glared hard at me, nodding his head to the exit and cocking a brow at me but I remained seated, ignoring him as hard as I could.

Annoyed by my silence, he pulled away and chuckled, rounding the table to stand beside me. In one swift move, he yanked on my leather jacket, meaning to pull me up from the chair but his strength was no match for mine as I remained rooted to the chair, watching him make a fool of himself.

A few of the students snickered, and I saw the moment rage crossed his face from embarrassment and shame and I expected him to step back but instead it only fueled his stupidity.

He was seeking a fight and I was determined to not give in. Releasing a deep breath, I rose to my feet and slung my backpack over my shoulder, brushing past him but he grabbed onto my arm, holding me still.

"Running away huh, like the pussy you are?"

I heard the oohs of the entire room and my jaw clenched, palms balling into fists as my heart began palpitating with the need to hit him and make him suffer for his words but every time I tried to turn, I felt as if I was chained and I felt the burn on my neck from the beaded necklace I was wearing. As annoying as it was, I understood it was for the best. I yanked my arm from his hold and took a few steps forward but he spoke again, fuelling my fury.

"It's no wonder you're a loner, weirdo. You can't stand up for yourself..."

I heard the snickers behind my back and at this point, it was so hard to not fight against the power that was holding me down. Inhaling another deep breath to calm my racing heart and the fire roaring within me, I quickened my steps, attempting to hurry out of the room but clearly, the fucktard wanted to be dead.

"Spineless little prick,"

And that was my undoing. Before I could tell what was going on, I found myself standing before him, my fingers wrapped firmly around his neck in a death grip, cutting off his air supply with his legs dangling above the ground as I raised him up, glaring at his pretty face with my blazing eyes.