Freedom

Running. I'm always running, aren't I? Running from responsibility. I just want to breathe that sweet, sweet breath of relief. I just want to be free. Free of the fear of disappointing another. Free of the shame I've felt for so long as one of Satan's many children. Free of any and all guilt I've felt shackled to for so damn long.

"THERE HE IS!" A voice cried.

"QUICK, GET HIM!" The voice demanded.

Wait...what is this?

Is this what you can call...freedom?

This is the farthest I've ever made it...

C-can it be?

Luci's eyes widened, his breathing getting raspy. His knees beginning to buckle beneath him. Despite this, he wasn't giving in. He wasn't giving up his final chance for freedom.