The lovers of Hell

Chapter 14: The Spy

Lucifer woke up. He looked beside him, where Jerry was peacefully sleeping. He got up and walked out on the balcony, the cool air flowing through his hair. He looked around, looking at all of the torture happening under him. Then, he spotted a guy. The guy was staring at him. Though, something wasn't right. The guy...didn't have eyes. Lucifer slowly walked back into the room. He ran downstairs and opened the door. The guy wasn't there. He felt someone put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped up and punched the person behind him. The person staggered back. It was that guy who was staring at him. "Ouch. That hurt. Anyways, hello. I am Úñkñøwñ. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a bow. Lucifer looked at the guy. He had dark blue hair, gauze wrapped around his head, a cross necklace and cross earrings, but the most obvious feature of his whole entire appearance was his absence of eyes. Two dark holes reside where his eyes should be. He rose back up and smiled. Úñkñøwñ stuck his hand out. Lucifer shook his hand. "Now, if you would follow me," He said as he walked back outside of the house. He quickly ran upstairs and changed. He also grabbed a pistol. He ran back down and walked with Úñkñøwñ. "Ah. I see. You're scared of me, aren't you?" He said with a smirk. "What? Why would you think that?" Lucifer said. Úñkñøwñ pointed at the gun in Lucifer's pocket. Úñkñøwñ laughed. "You were gonna kill me with the same gun that killed your friend? Wow." Chills went down Lucifer's back. "I-I don't know what you're t-talking about," Lucifer stammered. "Of course you do. Let's see here," Úñkñøwñ pulled his book out of his bag and flipped through it. "Ah. Here he is. Drake Anderson. 38 years old. Born August 23, 1981, in Cambridge, United Kingdom. He was born to a mother of three. Died September 19, 1993. The cause of the death was 3 bullet wounds to the chest. Drake was put in purgatory and was given a job. He was shot 5 times by Lucifer but was revived by the Grim Reaper. He now lives in a peaceful neighborhood by himself." Lucifer pulled out the gun and pointed it at Úñkñøwñ. "You're lying! Drake was always a demon! I remember him babysitting me when I was little!" Lucifer shouted. He laughed. "You seriously think that Drake babysat you? Nope. It wasn't him. It was some random demon your father hired," He said. He flipped through his book again. "Y'know, you haven't been a demon all your life either. Ah, yes. Here it is," He pointed at a page of the book. Lucifer's face drained with fear.