Seth.

Five: my name is...

They keep telling me, that I'm important, but they don't make me feel important whatsoever. Do you ever feel like you understand what's going on but your body doesn't want to understand it?
That's what I'm feeling right about now.
"Seth or Seven?" I ask myself. Are those even my names?
I am all alone in my room. For a whole year my friends didn't look for me. It's like I don't even have friends.
"Hello, dear. "
I look up.
Aiden.
"Do you wanna get out of this hell hole?" He asks, placing his hand on the back of my shoulder.
His fingertips send a weird feeling through my body. As if I should've always felt this way.
"And where to next?" I ask, looking up at him.
"Anywhere, just not where Lucifer can find you." I can sense the worry in his tone.
"I thought you were king of hell?" I asked.
He looks down at me like I'm a 5-year-old. "Oh boy." He embraced me tightly.
"So Luci told you to kill whoever you meet?" He asks, concerned.
I nodded slowly.
"You have to do that, Seth."
I can feel his tears wanting to come out, his rage wanting to explode, but he rather keeps it all in.
"Why do you want to do that?" I ask.
"He's my boss."
I look at him, and for a split second I thought he wanted me to kill Satan.
"You need to help me get out of here." I plead.
"I can't." He looks away, his hands slowly brushing away from me.
"Can't or won't?!" I push his hands away from me.
"I wish I could, promise, and I will whenever I get the chance." He stands up.
"You don't understand! I've been trapped here for three hundred and sixty five days to be exact! Just get me out of here and you can let me go. I will find a way." I plead yet again.
"You don't wanna know what's out there, Seth."
"Can you atleast answer my question?" I look at him shooting innocent puppy eyes.
He sighs and rolls his eyes.
"What?" He folds his arms.
"Are Cas and Elle ok?" I ask.
He looks at me, then down at the grey carpet.
"I can't be for sure." He said.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
He shakes his head.
"The answers are invalid."
Great.
"But I know for sure they don't have time. Seth, how do you think the king of hell could enter the city of angels?"
I look at him, shocked, scared, worried.
"Yes, exactly." He points at me.
"Do you want to be in the middle of war, Seth?" He asks.
"I don't think so. " I reply.
"Well then, what's your name, S?" He asks looking deep into my eyes.
"Seven- uh Seth? I don't even-"
"You're name isn't accessible to anyone. Even to you. No one knows your name, Seth. You're chosen; so they have to call you Seth." He cuts.
"Here's another question," I say.
"Shoot." He replies.
"Every king has his queen right?"
He nods.
"Who?" I smiled for once.
"Her name is Vayle." He said.
"Wow, Vayle queen of hell. Has a nice ring to it." I compliment.
"Actually, queen of angels." He sighs.
"No way!" I say.
How? Angels and hell. Two complete opposites.
"I know. I know. Change the subject will you?" He chuckles.
"Hey, Aiden." I call.
He looks at me.
"What am I chosen for?" I ask, curiously.
"Listen," he comes closer.
"Like Lucifer said. You kill everyone you meet. No matter what it has to happen. But Luci and I have different reasons. He wants everyone to die but you, and I want your safety." He assures me.
"Kill? Why kill?!" I ask.
"That way you get your answers, buddy." He says.
"Answers for everything?" I ask.
"Everything." He repeats.
"But you have to do it, no exceptions. " he warns.
"Why me?" I ask.
"Don't trap me." He lets out a small chuckle.
"Why can't you kill them?" I ask.
"You're the chosen one, Seth. You have to pass every test." He says.
"Test?!"
He nods.
"Here," he says, placing my hand on top of his.
"Have this."
He puts a long silver blade on the top of my hands.
"What - "
"I trust you." He says.
"But why?"
He doesn't bother answering my question.
"This will kill every god creature out there-"
He pauses.
His mouth tries to shut.
He is scared.
I can tell.
"Including me."