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"To Louis,"

-Satan-

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The moment Luke took me in, I hated demons. Swore to be loyal to the heavens, and accept the conditions of a familiar's contract, but seeing myself as I am now . . . Back in my room at the House of Lamination, rethinking my life's choices . . . Wondering what
to do. . . I was not so sure anymore.

             I sat in my bed with the scroll Mammon had somehow managed to steal from the Mausoleum. Callen was taken to Diavolo's castle, but I have not heard much about him either. The shadow souls had began to mysteriously appear around the campus, which meant I was stuck in my room most of the time. Yuki and Alvad of course always stopped by to lend me their classes' notes or just kept me company. Though my brain seemed to always wander off to the strange dream I had a few days ago, I have come to accept the feelings that have finally uncovered themselves, but now the only problem was to speaking my mind.

             The scroll demonstrated endlessly of a concealed  prophecy, the warrior that wealds the Blessed Blades of Twilight's End, whom will in the fullness of time become the symbol of balance between the three realms. The only thing I could get info on about the Awakening was it's date , sixteenth of May. That's only two weeks away . . .

               "Yuna," I flinched upon hearing the Lucifer's voice, and managed to look away from the parchment in my hands. "You really shouldn't stay up so last at night."

               Being so focused on myself, I had lost all sense of the real world. Lucifer entered the room. He walked up towards me with a tray holding a mini-bottle filled with a few herbs; a kettle containing warm water, and a small glass cup. " It's only two weeks away," I spoke without thinking, maybe it my locked up emotions pouring out in a hast. " There's a prophecy . . . Of a warrior. . . "

                I swallow my saliva and sighed in exhaustion. Too many thoughts. Too much thinking. Calm down . . . Slow breathes. " Well since you could use something to get your mind off things . . ." the demon's deep, cold voice spoke slowly as he pulled the scroll from my grip and set it on the nightstand. "I will be visiting Diavolo today, but since your not so busy, mind dropping these documents by Satan's room?"

           He pulled out a few sheets of paper from under his red sleeves, and smacked them over my head. "If he is not there, just leave it on his desk," he did not even wait for an answer, placing the papers on my lap, before turning back his attention to the tray he set on the nightstand.

           My eyes subconsciously watched his hands poured the boiling water of the silver kettle, and mixied it with some of the sage-colored herbs he had brought. "It's a recipe recommended by Barbatos, should ease your nerves a little," the words that left his lips were surprisingly warm, as he handed me the small cup.

              "Your sister, Lilith  . . . " I spoke my lips finally managing to move,"  . . . Did she fall in love . . . Recklessly, or was she willing to die for it, knowing she disappointed the Great Creator."

                I did not lock eyes with the red eyed demon and stared at the green liquid in my glass cup. " That's none of your concern," his voice darkened, but my senses were already fazed too much to feel intimidated by his expression twisted in slight vexation. "I will be leaving."

               Just like that, I heard the footsteps if his shiny chic, black shoes slowly distancing themselves away by the second. "She was foolish," I spoke up.

              The footsteps stopped, and I could already imagine him turning around to me as my gaze shifted to the bay windows. "She was a fool to turn her back on her own creator," my voice dripped with disgust.

              My mind was still searching for a reason to hate them, despise them, and ridicule their existence. I should be grateful, but . . . it seemed out of the question in my brain's behalf. "Yuna, Try not to cross that line . . . Ever again," he unexpectedly somehow sounded more disappointed than vexed, though I could not bring myself to look him my mind seemed to still function.

               "Whatever you say . . . Lucifer," when I turned to look at him, his crimson eyes were widened in shock.

               It took me a second to notice how softly I had called out his name, it was as if I was . . . hopeless and vulnerable. The demon swiftly regained his solid, plain expression, before giving me a small nod and leaving.

             When the entrance door finally closed with a click, I sat there in bed for a few seconds to catch a glimpse of the thick, bold, black words on the top of the first document Lucifer had handed me, 'Curses.'

               My hand subconsciously lifted the sleeves of the new red blouse  I was wearing, only for me to lay eyes on the black markings that had reached my wrist, after running down my left arm. A heavy sigh left my lips as my memory of Satan in my dream kicked in.  What will I say to Luke, Simeon, and Michael? I shook my head trying in vain to get rid of the thoughts clouding my vision, before slipping out of the overly large bed, and descending down the hallways of the mansion. Lately, since I was always locked up here, I had enough time to become a bit more familiar with the place, and how to find my way around.

                Surprisingly the place was quiet tonight, since most of the demon siblings were usually busy with taking turns at patrolling RAD's campus to stop the shadow souls from infiltrating the place completely, and if I'm not hopefully wrong, today was Asmodeous and Satan's turn. This meant I did not have to worry about facing the emerald-eyed demon on my way to dropping off these documents. Speaking of documents, my curiosity could not help but read a few paragraphs from them. . .

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The Curse of Atonement:
                The Curse of Atonement is a curse upon an angel's familiar, whom a demon is longing for or lusts over. Though the curse is divided to two categories: Curse of a Forbidden Kiss, and The Curse That Binds Us. Curse of a Forbidden Kiss is developed upon a one-sided kiss that is given by the demon or Angel's familiar, and only temporarily lasts. The Curse That Binds Us on the other hand is tied down by the duo sharing mutual feelings, that sprouts the curse mark upon the familiar, followed by tremendous pain, and will continue to spread until . . .

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          I could read no more, and found myself standing in front of the door leading to Satan's room. Reading about the curse made me prefer not wanting to know its causes or effects. The thought of it alone gave off a dangerous aura. Shuffling the papers to clear my mind a little, I opened the door, and walked in. There was no need to knock, since no one was inside anyway, aside from the floating books in the air, and the many overs stacks on the shelves that lined the wall, or near them.

            Surprisingly, standing in there made me feel a fuzzy emotion rumble in my guts, as I walked over to the large, crowded desk at one side of the room that was trashed with crumbled papers, envelopes, sticky notes, and a several empty bottles of ink with a single large green feather next to the pile. Was he writing something? A letter? I brushed aside some of the crippled papers, only to catch sight of a  . . . Book. It was thick and wide open of anyone to read. I set the documents I had brought on the red, leather arm chair behind me and picked up the heavy, leather covered book, and  flipped through the pages. It was a diary--correction Satan's diary. He should really work on hiding things like this. I turned the page to the last entry that was written a day after we went to the Mausoleum. . .

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To Louis,

                Today I saw her laid there in her bed, hair sprawled over the silk sheets, with that mark I left on her staining her body and soul. Why did it have to be her? Her leg got injured because of me, and now I fear losing her to that bloody curse. Does my love only cause her pain and despair? Do I really have to pull her into my abyss just to be with her, despite the danger it inflicts on her? Yuna . . . Her name alone makes me want to smile and love her, even if it meant I had to go through a thousand deaths over and over again. She has quite the feisty personality, but I guess I love that about her as well. It seems wanting her to hate me was a route I chose to get her attention. Foolish, right? Though with every passing day I fall for her smile, even if she doesn't do it for me often, but Luke and Simeon. Though I secretly hope she would smile at me too like that one day, but I guess that will ever only exist in my dreams, for my love will destroy her. . . I can't do that.

Your old friend,
Satan

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Yeah yeah, I know the update was meant for tomorrow, but the chapter was too longer so I divided it into two parts, one for today and one for tomorrow, though I can't say Part 2 will be the holiest thing to thing to read, but then again any romantic gesture in books makes me a total panic . . . But that means it up to you to imagine the crazy ideas I put in the second part XD.  Can't wait to hear about your reactions for tomorrow's chapter!