Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I...
The doors swing open. I'm stepping in, coat ruined, bullet marks on my armored shirt, eyes half-lidded with a migraine that could qualify as a felony. Raised voices echo from deeper inside. I think Rosie just set a new record.
Charlie: I'm saying there has to be another way!
Vaggie: No, Charlie, there really doesn't!
Great. Already an argument.
Y/N: I leave for one night and the place sounds like a blender full of lawsuits.
Everyone turns. Vaggie's glare sharpens like a knife that's been waiting.
Vaggie: Where the hell were you?
Y/N: Evening to you too, sunshine. I stayed at Rosie's.
Charlie blinks. Lilith's eye twitches.
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Lilith: She's married you fucking fiend!
Y/N: You didn't seem to care about marriage back when we first met either.
Vaggie: Unbelievable. We're in the middle of a crisis and you're out—
Y/N: Sleeping. Yeah. I highly recommend it. Cuts down on homicide.
Lucifer steps forward, all charm and sparkle, hand extended.
Lucifer: You must be the infamous Harbinger of Death. I've heard... colorful things. Lucifer Morningstar. Pleasure.
I look at the hand. Then at him.
Y/N: You're serious? Even your own daughter looks more menacing than you.
Charlie: Dad wants to help you.
Y/N: That's ominous.
Lucifer: I'm offering you a clean exit. Back to the Overworld. No strings. I'll even escort you personally.
I bet big bucks he's hand in hand with the other Overlords.
Y/N: Already got a ticket.
Lucifer: I insist.
Y/N: What's the hurry?
Lilith steps forward, arms crossed, fury held together by expensive posture.
Lilith: Because you've been a walking catastrophe. You wiped out most of the Overlords, wrecked the slave market, and turned Hell upside down.
Y/N: I did none of that.
Lilith smirks, taps a remote. The TV flickers on. She changes the channel.
Reporter: —lunatic Harbinger of Death has entered a boxing tournament, beat every opponent simultaneously, and then brutally murdered crowd favorite Zeezi—
