I can't fly

Warm words of motivation

Chase

"You can't be serious." I said to the third member of the council who told me the horrible arrangements that he had scheduled for Damian and I.

"I am." He shrugged. "I only told you this out of respect. I hope you fulfill your role and don't disappoint me because the world is counting on you and that boy Chase." I narrowed my eyes at him and felt my blood boiling from his condescending tone.

However, that damn devil disappeared leaving only black crow feathers behind that also quickly faded into a state of nothingness. I grumbled feeling so frustrated and grabbed a glass from a table in my office then slammed it on the wall.

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Damian

I angrily punched a wall and sighed heavily as I slowly began to realize that punching a damn wall wasn't going to help with nothing except bruise my hands.

"Damian! Dinner is ready!" Felicity yelled from downstairs. I turned to the book that Malcolm entrusted me with and hid it under the bed.
"Coming!" I yelled back and walked out of my room to join my stepmother and my father at the dinner table.

Felicity smiled warmly at me. I returned it as I was sitting down on a chair at the dinner table.
"You came home late from school today." Dad remarked as he cut a small piece from his steak with a fork and knife. "Where were you this whole time?"
"I was doing an assignment with a friend." I replied then turned to my meal.

"How did it go?" Felicity asked.
"It went well." I replied not turning to her and cut a piece of my steak with a fork and knife.
"Really? So well that you have a new bracelet?" Felicity asked with a light chuckle as she examined the bracelet around my wrist. 

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"Just be careful with it. Don't ever take it off or else the angels will steal it and cause massive destruction around the world. They want to eliminate evil and create a world of pure goodness." The third member of the council explained.

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I gulped. I did not want that to happen. With that said, I had to be extra careful with the bracelet.
"My friend gave this to me. It was a gift." I replied tucking the bracelet inside the sleeve of my brown hoodie and cleared my throat out of nerves.

Dad gave me a narrowed look and my paranoia flared up because for a split second I thought he could tell that I was lying – that I was the prince of hell.
"It looks really nice. Your friend seems like a good person." Felicity said. I almost choked. Chase a good person? No way. And just like that my inward theory soon became a reality. 

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For the fourth goddamn time I fell face flat on those hard wooden floors. I never felt so frustrated in my life that I wanted to kill so badly. To be more specific, I wanted to kill that devil more than anything in the world.

I rose from the ground and turned to him. He was standing across me with a black hoodie and matching sweatpants. I noticed the tattoos around his neck and some around his arms. There was a new one on his index finger. It was a letter 'C.' Probably the initial of his name.

I was shirtless and had on red sweatpants, and I was just failing to beat him so many goddamn times. It had been two months that we were training. Sometimes it felt like I was moving a step forward a day only to move two steps backwards the next. Chase made my life hell. Pun intended.

"Shall we go again?" He asked. I was panting heavily simply out of breath. I bent down to touch my knees to catch my breath while the devil chuckled softly. "You know, you are becoming more pathetic every day. I'm sure that even an angel child can kill you with a single flick."

"Thank you so much for your warm words of motivation Master." I deadpanned turning to him. He widened his eyes looking shocked by something but he quickly recovered with a smirk.
"Sarcasm will not lead you anywhere either Damian." Chase said.

I wanted to argue but I knew that he was right. I was the prince of hell. I shouldn't be complaining. I inhaled sharply as I stood straight then got my body into position to fight Chase again.

He was teaching me combat moves first because according to him the way I knew fighting was not going to keep me alive from the war between devils and angels. The only motive that was driving me on was that I couldn't die and be the prince of hell forever. I just had to hold on till Malcolm found a way to fix it so that I could return back to my life. ✓

A/N: Hi everyone!!! That was another chapter. I'm sorry it took me some time to write it. I hope you like it. Please vote and comment. Thank you so much for reading ❤️