Chapter 88: ARE YOU CONVINCED?

Michael looked at the darkness enveloping him,

Feeling a bit hopeless, as his legion disappeared in a whim,

He knew he could get out of here if he wanted,

But the fate of his men, would then be granted.

It was hard to always do what's right,

Especially when it is you, who is always compromised,

He felt his cheeks getting soaked as he asked for God's guide,

To let his selfishness, sadness, and ego, be aside.

He felt his wounds ache, and his tears dry out,

As his focus to the hallways, wandered about,

There was no noise, that slowly makes him insane,

No sight to be seen, every corner was plain.

Michael wish he just knows, what else he should do,

But he was only embraced, by an unbearable blue.

"Satan...was foolish to blame God for every stupidity he've done,

Their actions, and words...were not of God's plan.

Evil...is not created by God, himself,

But the absence of love, in which they deny they felt,"

The chief archangel continued to pray,

Never stopping, hoping the problems be solved in His way,

He knew Satan would always pester him about joining,

But he knew better, if God is the foe, there's no chance you'd be spared of dying.

Michael knew that despite their lavish throne,

One day, they will suffer, holler and moan,

Begging for forgiveness, as God throws them out,

To a sea of fire, that will worsen their drought.

...

Satan knocked on Lucifer's door,

As the door opened itself, while the devil-wine he pour,

"I apologize if I interrupted something,"

"Ah Satan you didn't, I was just simply drinking,"

The devil offered Satan to sit,

As he held his glass, and took a sip,

Lucifer seemed to love it so much,

As Satan kept quiet and simply watched.

His red ruby eyes continued to stare,

As Lucifer felt, it too much to bare.

"Your eyes are quite scary if you look at me for long,"

"I apologize Lucifer, although the matters I came here for, cannot be prolonged,"

Lucifer felt Satan's tone change abruptly,

So he put the glass aside, and let him speak, finally,

Satan smiles and tells him Azazel's new invention,

"This is a great game changer, that genius would change our situation,"

The praise Satan gave Azazel made Lucifer wince,

As far as he knows, he was Satan's favorite Prince,

He felt jealous, and such praise hurt his pride,

"He made a strong demon, from an angel that died,"

"Ah, is that so? Well...how strong is this...bred experiment you're talking about?"

"Tomorrow, we'll let Leviathan and Asmodeus find out,"

"And how about Belphegor? He's been distancing himself lately,"

"Ah, don't mind him, he's just being lazy,"

"And Asmodeus too, he's always in that room,

He's not flirting with the maids, and rarely ever swooned,"

"Maybe the lust demon finally fell in love,"

"Love? That's ridiculous, a demon will never have,"

"You and I both know that Asmodeus had gone through a lot of trauma,

Let him enjoy a bit, learn to trust him with Sellena,

If anything goes wrong, I'd be the first to intervene,

I brought Asmodeus into this hell, I knew what he's like, I've always been,"

Satan's voice calmed the devil down,

As he only rose, his left black brow,

"Just make sure he's not twisted into good,

Or else...I'd punish him like what's should,"

"If you need to punish someone, it should be Mammon,

Elenchos feels neglected, as he longs for his father,

I saw him the other day, his eyes were quite teary,"

"You know that Mammon will never change, he's always been greedy,"

"*sigh* I'm just worried that Elenchos would find that bond on someone else,

He's young, and a father's presence is what he craves the best,

Don't let this slide, he might turn against us like Abaddon the second,

Don't let him be another enemy, please talk sense into Mammon,"

"Yes, but if I do talk to Mammon, what would he and his son bond on?

All he knows is money, money, and that endless loans,

Elenchos will just be upset as before,

There's no talking sense to that demon,

He's poisoned to the core,"

"He's coping for millenias now, and maybe it's time you limit his gambling,

He's not even attending to any of our meetings,

Every year, he spends more and more time with that hobby of his,

Elenchos is still young, make him happy, at least.

We need to accept that he's not as harsh like us,

But he's a powerful demon, he had Mammon's blood.

If he becomes an enemy, things would be bad,

Those usually in control, are scarier when mad,"

Lucifer listens to Satan's advise,

As he smiles, "You have always been so wise,

That's why perhaps among all of us, it'd be harder to stand against you,

You're quite the perfect package, with flaws simply few,"

Satan simply grins as he takes it as a compliment,

"Ah, before I forget? The seer's treatment? How did it went?"

"Nemue is keeping him under her wing,

No need to worry, she knows what she's doing,"

"Tell her to arrange a meeting for the Seven to meet the Red Fury's Descendant,

Inform the maids, and our other servants,

Let the Seer feel welcomed and at ease,

Then you tell him, to join us, if he wish.

That boy had a rich genetic history,

He holds power, with potential close to infinity,

If we have it on our side, victory will be nearer,

Well he's just human after all,

Perhaps he'd be gullible,"

Lucifer said as he drinks another glass,

"Ah this wine is so tasty, Satan try you must,"

"Well, perhaps later, I still need to think a plenty,"

"Won't you enjoy a little? Demons don't need to be healthy,"

"I'm just busy, Lord Lucifer. There's no other excuse,"

"Ah, but I would have loved it, if you didn't refused,

I just wanted you to enjoy, after all you're working hard,"

"Of course. The Lord of Lies, must always be smart,"

"You are, and will always be,

If your prowess and influence you could only see,

I am proud of you, and will always will,

So keep doing your job, keep making deals,"

"What should I do if Michael denies the offer?"

"Kill him, strip him out of power,"

"Are you really willing to do that? Isn't he your twin brother?"

"We were both born from the same light,

But he's no use if to my name, he won't cower...

But...I don't want a quick death for that chief,

I want him to suffer a lot, give your strongest mischief.

I want a torture session, made just for him,

Kill some of his beloved angels, let him beg and scream,"

"You have always been a ruthless demon,"

"This is perhaps the only thing we had in common,"

"But I like your thinking, that would be nice,

To see the angel of God falter, and die inside,"

"I've always wondered what he looks like all hopeless and frail,

The moment he realises, that God had failed,"

"We'd see that soon enough,

We should watch him, all smiles and laugh,"

...

Ken awoke to a bitter nightmare,

As the Witch wakes up on the other bed,

Now full aware.

"Why are you all sweaty? Are you okay?"

(I hate you and this place...please just go away)

Ken continued to sweat, as he recalls how his dream went,

But he was distracted of the witche's voice

That he soon forgot the message sent.

He felt angry, as it was important,

But soon lost its meaning,

So he then stand,

The witch calmed him down, as Ken felt frustrated,

"You need to breath in and out,"

(That dream was something I long waited)

He tries to remember, but fail each time,

Trying to squeeze, anything from his mind,

All he could remember, was a red haired man,

Screaming his anger, as he was swallowed by black.

He keeps recieving some strips of the past,

And the mystery, kept growing fast.

He doesn't know when he'd finally put them to order,

Of when these pieces, would finally make sense together.

"Seriously, you need to chill,

Your eye looks like it's ready to kill,

Do you need water perhaps?

Wait, I'd just get you one full glass,"

The witch left as Ken stayed there motionless,

He went back to bed, and kept hoping him dreams,

But his effort, proved meaningless.

He felt his heart thumping in anticipation,

As he hoped he would then, make sense of the situation.

What more could a boy like him do in this apocalypse?

Where his enemies, are demons, and nightmarish beasts.

For all he knows, he wasn't born knowing all of this,

He was born normal, not born a hero or a Prince,

And yet...he's hailed the chosen, for a job that carries much weight,

How can he sleep peacefully? With so much at stake.