The Gray Area

Chapter Two

He stared back at his reflection, too consumed on what he was seeing. He was beautiful, too beautiful even in his own eyes. His deep set eyes were chocolate brown, eyebrows thick and appealing and nose sculpted in perfection. He got a three-day worth of stubble, making him more sharp and charming. Devilishly handsome.

With that inhuman handsome look, he could disarm anyone. His father in Hell surely knew what the best look to give. Exploring more, he looked down on his body and saw chiseled chest, firm six-pack abs were present. He chuckled inside, liking every inch of his being.

With a click he teleported to another place and found himself in a small town called South Marea where chaos dwell, different honks and yells and screams swarmed the air. The market stood opposite his direction, people walking passed him, oblivious to his presence. An endless noise seemed to swirl around him. It didn't bother him one bit. It was nothing compared to the sounds he heard back home.

His home- Hell.

In there, he was the youngest prince.

Suddenly, he heard a loud whisper, the mind of whoever that person was in utter turmoil, good thoughts shattering while the bad tried to invade it. He followed the whisper, because that kind of whisper was intended for him to hear.

The youngest prince was being personally summoned.

Hunger struck him hard, it was mouth-watering and tempting.

On the ledge of the rooftop of a tall building stood a man, the gush of wind didn't even terrify him. His eyes were vacant, lips continued to move as he talked to himself.

The prince moved swiftly toward him, his mouth an inch apart from his prey. "Do it," he taunted to the poor man's ear, his eyes glinting wickedly.

The youngest prince of Hell could see it all, could feel it all and could even hear the torment from within- every fucking bit. From the man's weaknesses to his greatest fears, the demon inside that person was battling the good side and from the look of it, the wicked demon was winning.

That was why the poor man was standing on the ledge, calling for death to take him- calling for him to take him. A suicide. An ugly death.

"You say you're not gonna leave me," the man hissed, sanity slowly leaving his body. "You promised not to leave us! You're my life, Linda..." The man's body shook, giving in to his weaknesses and fears. He got fired from his job, got three children to feed and the wife just stopped coming home.

All hopes were doomed, chances were too thin for him to risk more. And that was the man's problem, he couldn't take a risk.

"Just do it," the prince urged, bored at the sad story of the man. "Do it. End it."

And with that, the man jumped.

The prince of hell felt stronger. He felt needed. People called upon him whenever there was no available way out. They thought he could solve any damn problem.

People thought death could handle the problems better.

In his opinion, those humans were a bunch of dumbasses. And he was way too willing to take a lot of dumbasses to hell.

From where he stood, he could see the lifeless body of the man who had just committed suicide. He jumped as people started to crowd the lifeless man, shock and judgement evident in their mortal faces.

The prince looked at each one of them, seeing who was evil and who wasn't. They couldn't see him, of course, for he was a demon entity with a human form, but his presence was strong.

Then something prickled his insides as a bright aura embraced the surrounding. He scanned the area and saw a beautiful lady from a distance, her wings so huge it could cover her entire small body. But he wasn't sure if she was aware of that. The beautiful girl looked so damn sad and the prince of hell should be happy about her emotion but he wasn't.

He couldn't understand what a beautiful face like that earned the height of sadness that tainted her bright features.

Then their eyes met.

It couldn't be.

People couldn't see him. And he knew that the girl who stood not far from him was nothing but an ordinary human. With a blink of an eye, the prince appeared before her face, curiosity clouding his eyes.

"You are so evil," she said.

That stunned him! But he easily pushed the feeling away. "Like I've never heard that one before, beautiful."

"Why didn't you help him out of that ledge? You shouldn't push them into committing suicide!" she retorted, a mix of pain and loss circling her beating heart.

The prince crossed his chiselled arms over his chest, displaying a cocky face. "I didn't. I just simply challenged him. I actually admire his bravery."

"It's not bravery! It's cowardice!"

"And you're mental," the prince bit back and started to walk away.

"You're an asshole!" she shouted.

People started to turn toward her direction. From their perspective, she was talking to no one. Now, she looked downright insane.

The Prince of Hell laughed out loud at that. "People think you're crazy. Such a pity, you're beautiful to be batshit crazy. That's life. Call me when you wanted out of this fucking situation. I'll escort you straight home."

The girl looked confused and suddenly stopped talking. Did they really couldn't see this cocky bastard?

She remembered that she wasn't a soul anymore. She was now visible.

"I'm never gonna call you," she whispered, trying to make it looked like she wasn't talking. "You evil."

"My name's Morte- " he halted as thegirl turned her back at him and walked away.