Satan's Just a Playboy with Better Taste in Clothing

Harmony

Life has a funny way of looping back around on itself. Think about it. Have you ever learned a new word, then see it used in a book or a commercial? Did you ever notice how events so similar they might as well be the same can happen on completely different sides of the world? It happens all the time. That's just how life works. Nothing in this world is ever truly unique. Even snowflakes can have a twin. History repeats itself. Constantly.

Which is really just a roundabout way of saying that I was in Linus' lap again.

"How did this happen?" I asked, bored out of my mind.

This used to be unique. The way I felt whenever I saw him was indescribable. His wings, ever burning, would demand my attention, and I couldn't say no. Now, it's like I've known him my whole life. Nothing he does is surprising anymore. He's predictable.

He's boring.

"Well, let's see... I believe it was mostly the same dance as the other day." He said, his signature smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

I hated him.

"No," I said, standing and untangling his arms from around my waist.

"I meant how did this happen." I gestured back and forth from me to him.

"Do you not remember how we met?"

"Trust me, I remember that vividly," I said, pouring myself a glass of water. "What I don't remember is why we're in this situation to begin with. I mean, obviously I'm not... Normal. But I doubt I'm the only person with powers like this, and even if I am, being able to see demons isn't that impressive."

"Au contraire, mon Cherie." He said, following after me and pouring himself a glass of wine. "You don't understand just how important powers like yours are."

"Enlighten me, then."

"Sorry, but you know that's the opposite of my job description."

"Honestly, how are you gonna tell me I'm special and then not explain why? That's like telling a girl or guy they're the only one you're involved with. Basically lying."

"Oh, that's not fair. Look, if I could tell you, I would. I can't."

"You won't."

"I can't."

"You won't."

"He can't."

The voice was cold and detached. As if some king who couldn't care less about his subjects was resurrected, I couldn't tell if it was dead, or just unfeeling.

In reality, it was both.

"Abbicus," Linus said, the slightest bit of venom buried beneath his sweet demeanor. "How heavenly to see you again."

Abbicus stood by the glass doors that lead out to the balcony. The curtains billowed despite the lack of open windows, a side effect of his presence. He stood between them, the light from outside casting a foreboding shadow over him. His long, bleach blonde hair nearly reached his waist, and his bright blue eyes glowed with an emotion I could never understand. He was impossible to understand, even months after meeting him.

So basically, the guy was Linus on steroids.

But, like, the kind of steroids that actually hurt your muscle instead of building it up. The guy was so skinny, it hurt to look at him. Still, he was powerful. The type of power that defies expectations.

"Lucifer. You are a sight for sore eyes." Abbicus said, posture stiff and speech stilted. He was walking on eggshells.

Linus, or, Lucifer? Christ, whatever. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.