Stellar Lucifer

Chapter 2: When the Protagonist Dies

~Lucifer~ 

"The world looks kinda peaceful today, doesn't it?" I asked, looking at the blue skies, blue waters, and the grey lands covered in buildings and infrastructures. Not even a small patch of grass would dare grow at such a disgusting place.

But then again, gigantic patches of grey landscapes like these are the perfect holes for breeding sin.

I tilted my head to the right and stared at the gorgeous sunset.

"It's a little too peaceful for my taste."

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"Hello dad." The emotionless greeting came rolling out of my tounge like a boulder, and I hurriedly removed my bag and rushed off into my room.

I have a total of twenty-six assignments to do for tonight. And it's for Brick and the rest of his gang.

"Lucas, hold it." My dad stopped me, his hand clammed on my shoulder to prevent me from inching myself any further.

"What is it, dad?" I asked, craning my head to look at him.

All I could see in his eyes... Were concern.

"Teacher Julie must've told you then," I scoffed, mentally rolling my eyes. Because if I do it for real, dad might sucker punch me in the face.

"She was just concerned," my father began, as he placed his palm on my head as usual, so I didn't complain anymore.

Besides, the room feels a little... Stuffy.

I sighed in annoyance. "I know that she's here, dad. You can quit the facade." My father tensed up after I spoke. But he recovered pretty quickly anyway... His jet black hair swaying from time to time.

"I'm sorry for intruding, Lucas." I turned around, just to see the person who was making this very room stuffy and hot. "But personally, I think your bullying case is starting to go a little too far."

I was used to the fact that it was only me and dad. So used that my body automatically reacts differently whenever another person's around.

"What do you mean by 'far,' Ms. Sanders?" My father inquired, while his son here was literally dying just to get away from his firm grip. I felt my shoulders sag.
Looks like there's no hope of escaping this time.

"Lucas Stellar." Hearing my full name made me flinch. God, my father's mad.

I turned to face him, no idea whatsoever if he'll scold me. I don't even know what kind of expression I'm wearing right now.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Matthew questioned, brown eyes filled with outmost concern for his only son.

"It wasn't worth telling you," avoiding his gaze that could ultimately pierce boulders, I focused my sights unto the grandfather clock instead.