THE SHADOW BOOK OF DEMONS: NEAR THE END OF DAYS

CHAPTER 6: YOUR WORTH

Soft instrumental music played on the background as I drunk the warm milk tea that Satan had prepared for me, accompanied by the rest of the cookies Beel had offered me earlier tonight. I sat on Lucifer's room work desk, reading and writing anything I found useful for dealing with our present problem type "End of the World".

As far as I had written on the papers, it was true, that under Devildom, there existed a secret library, but since no one had ever seen it after the past demons were denied entry to it and their memories erased by the heads of the clans, then there wasn't any reassurance that indeed, there was a library under these soils.

I also found some old map illustrations of secret locations of temples and shrines at the outskirt of Devildom; at the darkest, and less inhabited places on Hell. The books said, that these places were somehow, protected by demon seals and blood barriers only creatures with high magic level were capable to brake in and grasp what secrets lay inside.

I passed my hands through my hair; frustratingly feeling tired by all the reading and the unasked action that occurred during the whole day.

One good thing now, was that the poison's effect on my arm had passed and I could use both of my arms without problems.

I stretched back my head and fingers, and taking the now cold, but still half-filled cup of tea with me, I placed it on the nightstand on the side of where Lucifer laid resting on his bed.

Mammon had placed a cushioned chair near Lucifer's resting figure before leaving us alone in the room.

The brothers had all gone with hurt adorning their faces. When they hugged me good night I could feel them still trembling maybe not only because of Lucifer's awful and surprising physical state, but also because it was the first time they had seen him like this and had confronted what had taken place before I came back here.

They felt afraid, and now that I was here, they didn't feel like keeping it in anymore.

I had kissed their forehead good night except for Solomon. After Lucifer had entered the room, and taken care of, Solomon was placed in another room and locked down by magic used by all six brothers. They prohibited getting near him and I felt that they were being serious. This was nothing to be joking about.

Even so, I still felt bad for Solomon. He still had many things to tell, I knew it. But he was denied to give answers that even if spoken, they would be judged for their truth, and subsequently denied by any who listened, grabbing hold again of being labeled as "The Rat".

Putting those worries aside, I stared at the bandaged, but beautiful face of Lucifer. For all these three years I've spent with the brothers, I've always thought of each as very beautifully handsome men; each having their own particular characteristics that made them more special for me and have an irreplaceable place in my heart. But Lucifer...