Stellar Lucifer

Chapter 1: The Boy and the Thief

~Lucifer~

It's the first day of the end of the world.

A beautiful day to paint my masterpiece. My gorgeous art.

Destruction.

Everyone else writhed in utter pain, but for me, this is the least they can do... for making me suffer.

The mesmerizing scent of blood caused them to barf and they ended up throwing up their previous meal right in front of me.

"This is such a lovely sight," I marveled, walking along the makeshift bridge of corpses. Fires erupted from every single corner I gazed my amused eyes... And useless humans died alongside their loved ones in a pathetic embrace, as they hugged each other and starved themselves to death.

"It's really... such a lovely sight."

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~Lucas~

I woke up, my entire body drenched in sweat. Taking sharp intakes of breath, I shivered at the thoughts that entered my head. Smiling ever so menacingly like that as I watched people die.

Placing my left hand on my chest, I took a slow, deep breath, feeling my panicking heartbeat calm down. It was almost like I ran a hundred-mile marathon with nothing but chili sauce to quench my thirst.

A few drops of cold sweat dripped further down my face, so I wiped them off with my right, brushing some stray strands of brown hair away from my forehead in the process.

What a nightmare.

I rubbed my eyes, and headed straight towards the bathroom, ready to emerse myself in the comforting warmth of the hot water, and hoping that it'll help me rid myself of that ugly dream.

After taking a bath, I changed into my school uniform —which consisted of the average slacks and polo shirt—and strutted downstairs, just to see my father in a frilly pink apron, flipping those beautiful pancakes like a pro.

I wanted to ignore him, so I decided to tiptoe my way towards the dining room. But fathers have this radar that allowed them to sense every single movement their sons make.

"Good morning, Lucas," he greeted, eyeballs glued unto the pan.

"Uh... good morning, Dad." I smiled awkwardly before quickly rushing off, but his voice pulled me back to a complete halt.