"I warned you, Draven and that was the last warning. You will spend tonight and tomorrow in your room and I don't want to see you sneaking out to see Alya," Mrs. E said, literally shoving me into my room.

Sneaking out of Foster Home was probably a bad idea...

Oopsie Daisy!

"Dr. East will come to visit you tomorrow in the afternoon," she said, glaring at me. "I don't know what you did to him, but he's scared of seeing you in the night time."

And with that, she left the room and slammed the door behind her. That's one fierce woman right there.

Doc is scared of me, but I wonder why. All I did was make him face his worst fear. I guess our meeting will be fun.

I quickly changed clothes and sat on my bed, not able to fall asleep. One thing was on my mind, though. Or should I say, a person.

Alya.

I know she's the one. She is the one because no one else makes sense. No one else made me happy as much as she has and we've only known each other for a short time. She was the only one to put up with my shit.

Seeing her scared and tears in her eyes earlier... that broke my heart. Before I didn't think I had one, I thought I was emotionless because I'm Devil and all I did was pretend happiness.

I did love my foster parents, but happiness was fake.

With Alya, my little rebel, I can't fake anything. Fuck those stupid butterflies in my stomach. I don't feel them.

I feel the entire zoo when I'm with her.

But what do I do when it's time to go to Hell? I know she's attached to me as much as I am to her, but there is no way she would accept the truth.

Should I tell her?

I laid back in the bed and closed my eyes, picturing her perfect face. She was so beautiful, I think she was the prettiest person I have ever seen, inside and out.

I never thought I could feel so relaxed, almost like I'm laying on the clouds.

Like I'm in love.

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"This is how you greet your older brother?" I heard a male voice say above me. "Oi! Shitface!" he slapped my cheek.

I was forced to open my eyes to see a tall figure towering over me, arms crossed on his chest.

Once I realized who it was, I immediately got up and grinned as he mirrored my actions.

"Omega," I laughed, hugging the shit out of him.

I can't believe he's here. My brother is on Earth.

"Dravy," he chuckled, smacking my back as hard as he could.

Once we finished with the reunion, I sat back on my bed as he kept standing. He looked at me from the bottom up, analyzing me. "How long has it been, fuckwit?"

"17 years," I replied, nostalgically remembering the good times we had together.

If you just knew the shit we pulled out together, I think the punishment would have to be death.

And I wish I was kidding. Once we released a soul named Annabelle from Hell and she started haunting the Earth and humans in the form of a creepy doll. But that is a story for another time.

He frowned in confusion as he stared at my wrist. "Where is your bracelet?" he asked me suspiciously.

I looked at my left hand and sighed. "I fucking lost it," I sighed, praying he doesn't beat the shit out of me.

Without that bracelet, I can't go back to Hell. I mean, I can if a demon is with me, which in this case Omega would be.

But I can't rule without it, which we all know how important was for me.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Okay, that is not important right now, dipshit. We will find it," he mumbled in annoyance. "Did you locate her?"

I looked down to the ground as the tension in the room grew bigger. Okay, that I did not do.

"Well, how do I say this..." I stalled as he sighed again, this time more in disappointment than annoyance.

"Draven! You had one job!" he yelled and when I looked up, I could see the anger in his eyes as he shot me multiple death glares.

"I was... preoccupied," I explained, hoping my excuse would be enough.

His eyes softened as a genuine smile spread across his face. "You fell in love, didn't you?"

Fuck, was it that obvious? Don't get me wrong, I smiled more often than I did before, but I wasn't that transparent.

"What are you now, Cupid or something?" I tried to avoid the subject as I felt blood rushing to my cheeks.

"I was observing you," he announced with a victorious smirk.

"You did what?!" my eyes widened in shock as I glared at him. He knew very well how I hate to be watched and followed. I need my freedom.

"That blonde girl you hang out with?" he announced. "She has your bracelet."

"What the fuck is your problem?! Stop stalking me!" I got up from the bed and shoved him away. He had no right to follow me, no matter how childish I may act.

Suddenly, his eyes filled with anger and he pushed me against a wall. He took slow, deep breaths through clenched teeth. I could see I have pushed his buttons, which wasn't very hard to do. After all, he has a very short temper.

"Listen to me now, little bro," he talked slowly. "That girl, she is the one."

"I don't fucking believe you," I frowned, rage consuming my entire body. He pinned me against the wall, almost as if that will change my mind.

"She is the Sybil," he repeated, analyzing my eyes.

I pushed him off me and turned around so he couldn't see my face, which I buried in my hands.

Alya? The Sybil? No fucking way. She was too innocent to be connected with the celestials.

I could feel the warmth leaving my body and I collapsed on the floor, resting my forehead on my knees.

No, no, no. I can't lose her.

I can't put her through everything that is about to happen. Angels and God are not what everyone thinks they are. They will use her for their victory and in the end, she will be ruined.

"Alya is not the one we're looking for. Angels would've found her already if she was the Sybil," I tried to find an explanation, a loophole.

Although I was talking to Omega, it was like I was convincing myself more than him.

Maybe I was.

Alya had a normal, non-celestial childhood. Nothing is connecting her with being the Sybil. She would have had powers and visions, which she doesn't have. She is normal.

Everything started feeling distant as I thought more about her. My mind was dizzy and rather confused, my cheeks wet.

When did I start crying?

"Okay, little bro," Omega gave in, helping me get up from the floor. He put me in bed and sat beside me. "Let's change the subject."

I couldn't think of anything else. She was my little rebel, I can't let anyone destroy her happiness, not even me.

Before I could think about anything else, I started talking, "She's my girl. Mine. Nobody will ever have a chance with her and I will never let anybody touch her, except me. She's mine. She's crazy as fuck for choosing me, but as long as she does that, she'll be mine. And I fucking love her."

Omega blankly stared at me with disbelief and I started repeating the words I had just said, only not out loud.

She is mine and I love her. Alya is mine.

"What do you want me to do, Drav?" he genuinely asked, tapping my shoulder.

I looked at the ceiling and thought for a while. "Just stall. Give me as much time as you can," I said, holding back the tears.

I can't lose her. I will not lose her.

He sighed and rubbed my shoulder. "Okay, I can do that," he said distantly. "I'll stay here with you until we figure this out."

Oh, boy. He can't stay here with me or I will have to act maturely.

"Is that a good idea?" I asked him, remembering everything we did in Hell.

He laughed and lightly punched my shoulder. "Actually, no. But I get to meet your princess," he winked.

Oh, fuck.

Definitely didn't think about that one. "Uh, can you not?"

I don't want Alya to meet this dumb shit because he will most likely embarrass me and she will definitely enjoy it.

He raised his eyebrows, acting offended. "Dravy, are you, my dear, little brother, ashamed of me?"

No, not ashamed.

Afraid he'll say something stupid and embarrass me?

Yep.

I scoffed and pushed him off the bed. "Just don't be stupid."

He grinned. "You mean, be you?" he joked.

I sarcastically laughed and threw a pillow at him.

"This is going to be a blast," he laughed, throwing me back the pillow. I caught it as I felt my smile fade.

For him? Yes.

For me? Definitely not.

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