Stellar Lucifer

Chapter 7: Cards, Balls, and Gambles

~Lucas~

The name 'Lucifer' was accepted after earning a few baffled glances—and a glare from Daiz. I still didn't understand the entire gig here, but hopefully Doctor Apollo will explain what he meant by calling us 'zyns,' and what he meant by 'Zephyrhium'.

The doctor rushed out soon after the name game, but told us to get used to calling each other by our codenames. I'm used to the fact that I've been called Lucifer numerous times, so it's pretty easy for me. The doctor stated that we should take the rest of the day off because I just arrived, and that tomorrow, we'll begin the debriefing of the tasks needed to be done.

"Krona, Zachary, Fain and Lucifer," Daiz tested our names, and then chuckled. "Doesn't seem so hard, is it?"

"Revere is such a long name though," Keina groaned in disapproval, and Leslie nodded. Daiz brushed them off with a loud burp, and that's when I noticed that he's already cleared everything in the table. Well, almost everything.

A few servings have been left for me, and I grumbled about not being able to choose anything before proceeding to eat.

"So what the heck are we supposed to do today, anyway?" Frederich asked in a bland tone, shifting his gaze from me to Diaz. His glasses slipped, and he pushed them upwards with his left hand, and my eyes landed on those bandages again.

"I suggest giving him a tour," Keina spoke up, and I turned to her. I still couldn't believe the fact that she's a master thief, with the inborn ability to steal. Leslie—Zachary, had this super photographic memory, Frederich—Fain, was numb to physical injuries, and had a tendency to cause self-harm.

Daiz—Revere had this super-shooting skills, and even though it didn't strike to me as 'amazing,' I was under the impression that his ability might be related to sports. After all, he told me before that he's been playing baseball.

I wonder what's my special ability?

"Calling out demons," Leslie unconsciously mumbled, and I flinched at how horrible his timing was. This time, a book about Greek mythology was in his hands, and I wondered if he's memorising them too.

"I wanna tour him around the gym!" Daiz volunteered, but Keina scoffed in reply, picking up a napkin and shoving it inside his mouth forcefully. "Wipe that messy mouth of yours first, uneducated caveman." The latter simply stuck out a tongue, but was painstakingly ignored.

"I say I take him for a tour instead. There are tons of things he can learn from me." The purple-eyed girl beamed, flipping that red-tinted hair in front of Daiz, as if she was bragging. "Like stealing?" The latter retorted playfully, jumping out of the way before garnering a painful jab.

"I'll tag along," Frederich mused, brow raised. "If it means going to the game room." Because of that, Daiz perked up and bounded over to us, mouth finally wiped clean. "Count me in bros and sis. I wanna show Lucas some tricks."

"Uh, his codename is Lucifer, remember?" Leslie countered him, raising an index finger like it was very common knowledge. A scowl crossed Revere's face, before he quickly replaced it with a guilty smile, green irises hiding a different gleam.

He brushed his light brown hair away, and with a shrug, he finally spoke up. "Sorry. Won't happen again." He shoved the thick metal doors rather harshly, and the loud thud—along with the annoying scraping sound—terrified me.

"What was that for?" Frederich grunted, rubbing the lenses of his glasses against his black shirt. I turned to face Leslie, and he shrugged. "Well, that guy despised whoever placed the six-sided star on his right shoulder, that's for sure."