Always Right

"Hey!", I had no intention of talking to Lucy but instinctively, I was bound to reply to Prophet if he called, "What are you doing getting up?"

I frowned, not wanting to, but I also made no effort to hide it.

"What do you want?!"

We had to yell at the top of our lungs to communicate. Prophet was pretty high up, you see.

"What do I want?! That ain't the question, is it? Just stay down and let me make this quick!"

I agreed with her wholeheartedly. That was the only logical thing to do. I wish it wasn't.

"Screw you!"

I figured I might as well go out with a bang.

I wished I wasn't alone here. I really wished that, before remembering I had Prophet, and Nasty II too. Still, if only...

"I'll make this easy for you!", Lucy yelled before lugging a stray mountain at me. I had to make a run for it. She was fast but not fast enough. Huge mass needs time to be moved around after all.

That's right. And as such, that planet she was creating up there, I still had time before it came down on us.

I hadn't figured it out yet. What could Lady be trying to tell me? No, actually, I wasn't even sure if that memory was real at all. Was I remembering it right or was that just a manufacturing of my own imagination? Was Lady real at all? No, the real question was, which one was the real world?

"Remember me."

I was shaken as this voice echoed from my core. I understood, I finally did. I looked back to check if Nasty was alright. My eyes couldn't find him anywhere.

"Hey, Lucy!", I yelled, believing I knew what to do now, "I'm going to use you to destroy this place! So, please, go ahead and keep attacking me!"

"Huuuh?! You've finally lost your bolts, have you?!"

As expected, she held nothing back. I was running as fast as my legs would take me. I needed to cover a large area and make sure I wasn't getting caught in the meteor shower she was raining down.

That went on for a while, I was getting exhausted. It was about time to stop resisting. "Just over there", I thought to myself as I slipped under a ridge to save myself.

"Huuuuh?! Hiding like a rat?! What's that? Are you scared now?!", Lucy took a break too. I guess she was focusing back on the planet she was supposed to bring down on the land.

"Ah!", I slipped out when she had stopped, "I just wanted to talk!"

I was still catching my breath.

"What?!"

"Ah...could you come down a bit?!"

I bet it hurt her pride to do so but thankfully she decided to reduce the altitude.

"Is Prophet awake? Or is it just you, Lucy?", I asked.

"What's it to you?"

"Well, I'd like it if he were listening too, since it was his plan too, wasn't it?"

Lucy didn't look pleased, or was it Prophet, I wonder.

"I'm listening, Seraph", the change in expressions was satisfying.

Lucy split into her spiritual form to appear beside Prophet. Her raggedy blonde appearance wasn't something I'd wanted to see again.

"Spill it", she leaned over Prophet's shoulder.

"You said, this isn't the real hell...just an image of it. Well, I understood what that meant. Hey Prophet, have you ever been to the real one?"

Prophet smirked, "I see...so you figured it out, huh?"

"Probably. Could you clear things up a bit for me?"

He nodded, "The real one's different. Its...cold."

"Really? That's a turn around. This one's not so bad for a fake though. I guess, the fact that it fits the generic bill so perfectly should have raised suspicion on its own, huh?"

"The real one is a total opposite. Its...beautiful. It has everything you can ever imagine. Its a lot more...subtle", Lucy dropped her opinion.

"Who could have guessed? So anyways, here's my theory", I began, "This fake hell that you keep ripping up never gets destroyed. Its almost never-ending. Almost. It is the kind of hell you'd have thought up...for yourself. By that I mean, for you two. This isn't the first time you've been here, Prophet. Am I right? I can't say what made you leave, though. This is the only plane where you and Lucy can exist together. You created this world, didn't you, Lucy?"

She remained silent, frowning.

"Prophet, why did you decide to leave?"

He looked glum, but said nothing.

"Well, regardless, I found out that even though this hell is fake, there is no death here. And that's because you didn't want to move on to the real hell. You made sure you and Prophet would stay here forever, didn't you Lucy? You kept his memories blocked all this time, so he wouldn't stop midway. You made sure he came all the way back to his home. It was all for his sake. And now, though it looks like you're trying to destroy this hell, in reality, you are eradicating everything that lives on it. You're trying to regain the safe haven you and Prophet once had. This fake hell won't break, no matter what you do, right?"

"Yeah but you'll die, brat", she wore scorn on her face. Prophet said nothing.

"Prophet, you knew I'd lose this, didn't you? The only way this fake hell would break away is if the creator dies. In this case, its Lucy. But the only one that can kill her is you, so what I'm asking is, why are you letting her do this?"

"Why?! Isn't it obvious?! I love him!", Lucy didn't let him answer.

I stared at Prophet, waiting for his answer.

"She loves me, Seraph", he muttered.

"And you?"

A pause ensued.

"After I left...and Lucy too, many lost souls found their way into our yard. They are still wandering around, seeking a way out. All those demons you see, they were awaiting to be led home. But, Lucy is the only one who can do that. She was trying to wipe this place clean, that way those demons would finally be set free. I can't grant death to anyone here. But she can."

Lucy was staring at him, unbelievingly. I smiled weakly, knowing all along that Prophet had been up to something.

"I would have died too, you know."

"No", he answered, "Lady told me...that you wouldn't die. She was right. I knew it too."

I could barely believe that. But then I laughed. I understood now, why no one questioned her.

Lady was always right.