A small folded paper is inside, a small paper with so many possible outcomes. I unfold it and read my fate.
"You have been given the fate that many before you have found impossible to complete. We believe we have gotten it right this time. We believ...
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I begin to turn towards him. Once I'm facing him I'm amazed. He isn't red with horns. He is actually extremely handsome, gorgeous. He has dark hair and dark eyes. He is wearing tight black clothes. It was so dark I couldn't make out that much but I could tell he was gorgeous.
"Boo!" He shouted after I turned around jolting towards me. I flinched a little giving him a little smirk. A frown then settled on his face.
"Ugh when are they going to stop sending me angels," he spits the word angels out with disgust.
"Honestly I don't even want to be here so it wasn't my choice," I spit out in a snobby tone.
He chuckles after he hears what I had to say.
"Wow we got a brave one!" He chuckles even more. I just look down, because I realized what I said could have made him mad.
"Darling, you might as well flap your little wings back to heaven your not going to change me. This is my warning to you that I give to every angel. But they never listen!" He says the last part loudly but as if it the funniest thing. He chuckles again. His laugh is very beautiful I should add.
"I'm not here to change you, Lucifer." He looks at me with confusion.
"Lie!"He shouts starting to get angry.
"Really I'm not. I'm here to bring peace. You don't have to change. They just want their brother back. They want you to stop killing angels."
"Are you dumb? That is changing!" He shouts stepping closer to me with anger.
"You don't have to change your personality. You don't have to stop torturing the souls who do wrong! That is not what they are asking you. They just want peace between you and them," I say pointing up towards Heaven.
"What is your name?"
"Celeste," I respond
"Celeste, the last angel who tried to reason with me was one reasoning for their life. The last person ever to argue with me was my brother Micheal. You really need to watch your tone."
"S-sorry," I stutter realizing who I'm talking to.
"Your different," he says pointing at me and chuckling.
"Are you scared of me?" He asks.
"Who isn't your the devil."
"You don't seem as scared of me as the other angels."
"Well I'm different from the other angels, and I got a angel blade," I say smiling while holding open my jacket so he can see my angel blade.
