"It's not what it looks like-" I stammered uncomfortably.

"I see, " The redhead said, balking from the doorway, "Sorry to interrupt you... have fun, guys."

"OI! COME BACK THIS INSTANT!" I failed my hands angrily in the air– First impressions made up 90% of the total image of a person, and lying on someone's brother when both of us were in an indecent stance was a sign of a definite screw-up.

Averting my eyes, I shifted away from Lucifer, who looked not only livid but also a teeny bit embarrassed (The closest thing I saw on him that resembled a real emotion)– The fact that another being's body was this close to mine was totally neglected– Including the part that the being was kind of sizzling. Subtly wiping the tears straining my eyes, I marched up to the doorway and dragged the redhead in with the last ounce of my energy.

Sometimes, you don't think much before acting– Like, for example, when you scratch the inside of your nose. A few seconds later, you regret your action seeing that it wasn't a wise choice while eating dinner and that your entire family was staring at you in discomfiting silence. At times, when you raise a dagger to a person's neck, there's little you can do other than go ahead with the plan to save your pride.

Impossibly, I felt somewhat... refreshed after I'd taken ahold of the dagger– Yes, I had been thoroughly exhausted, but after a go with the emerald blade, I could've easily given another death threat. Just one more, but it sure was weird that a non-living object was in a better state of power than me.

"Where's Messiah-" I menaced. Hopefully, he wasn't invulnerable like his sibling.

"Or?" The redhead mumbled, "I'm sure you won't slice my nose off with that."

Lucifer coughed loudly.

I flung the dagger; It cartwheeled through the air and landed with a thud on the sharp-side-on the wooden door in the most you've-got-to-be-kidding-me way, "One noteworthy death threat." I shrieked, "That is all I want!"

"You can't kill a demon in his realm." Lucifer pointed out as if I'd wished for something absolutely unbelievable. "Not only is that a violation of basic etiquette, but also impossible unless you have the exact vulnerabilities of the demon."

"Demon. May I know what your vulnerabilities are? Just curious." The initial adrenaline from the dagger had faded, and vertigo was next on the list– My muscles had probably torn themselves in the process, too.

"How rude of you," The newcomer grumbled, "To assume that we're demons." He pouted, and it was terrifying how close he was to getting his way with those puppy eyes of his.

"So, you're not demons?"

"Of course we are." I wanted to strangle him, but no, I'd lost that luxury. You go Ever heard of unkillable demons? Yeah, me neither.

[Incase it's not clear enough, the following is the past, like, thirty minutes ago]

When Lucifer had said, "Sorry, my parents are dead." the final strand snapped inside me, and all that bewilderment, fatigue, and outrage unfurled itself and rained a headache down my body. I'd lost custody of myself– Again.

I'd grabbed the ornamental vase and smashed it to the ground.

"Stop acting like you don't care!" I'd shouted, groaning and clutched my stomach– What was that constricted feeling in there?

Cramps?!

Lucifer had the decency to look mortified– However, I'm still not sure if the reason was that he repented his actions or because I was wailing like a baboon. Stifly putting down his magazine, he got to his feet, "You'd never guess what humans term as 'pleasure'- "

"Stop pretending like you don't give a damn about me because you do! The tension behind your eyes is clearly visible– I hate it- I hate this-" I may not have been able to see the cold, hot tears pouring down my eyes, but I could definitely sense the runnels of liquid. I was breaking; The wall had finally come down, "I- I just wanted my Messiah back! I- DIDN'T WANT ANY OF THIS!"

An uncomfortable silence persisted in the room– Apart from my frantic sniffing, of course.

Stop crying, you dolt!

"Er-"

"It felt nice to vent out a little, " I snorted, "Don't wanna do it again though-" My abdomen spasmed, twisting into tangles worse than overcooked spaghetti, "It's that time of the month again." I sighed half-heartedly, quickly wiping my tears.

Years out in the streets gave an eloquent message that weaknesses were not encouraged– You bend once, and you keep twisting until you break. Only the confident could prevail, and that was pretty much it.

Sometimes, the pressure built up inside you, like a wannabe supernova explosion. And then it exploded– Everything you'd worked for, every little sacrifice you made, all those untenable struggles just unraveled in front of your eyes, and you could do nothing but watch at how destruction rampaged the scene.

The former star had shattered– Its fragments littered the empty space, and they kept. drifting. apart.

Lucifer serenely glared back at me– I did not need to be a mind-reader to feel his desire to shove me out the window and be done with it. After a handful of uncomfortable beats, he said, "I know."

"Know what?"

"You're a werewolf." He must've said something about his superior understanding, but I'd tuned him out like one smashes a radio to the ground the buries it. Was he so clueless about the female anatomy?

∆•∆•∆

"Excuse me?" I asked, barely keeping my irritation in check.

You are clueless about periods– fine. Check out the dictionary and get back to me; But indicting me as a werewolf was undoubtedly a way to get slaughtered, even when you're basically a Hulk.

However, I kept my hands to myself, as one should be learning from their past mistakes.

"What?" He said uncertainly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No offense, " I raised my hands in surrender. I realized that, as facts went, Messiah was a hostage and there was no chance I was risking a break-out if it was his life we were talking about. "But you should know about it."

"Why?"

"Because, like, it happens to about every single woman you've ever met."

"It does?" Lucifer asked innocently, "All women are part-time werewolves?"

"Yes, all women are totally werewolves, and we go wild during the full moon nights." I snarked. My body heaved with exhaustion and even standing for this long made me want to puke in the nearest bucket. Whatever happened to me, certainly had taken a huge toll. My eyes lolled, and my vision zoomed in and out of blurriness.

"I see. That explains a lot."

"What the heck, no- that was sarcasm!" Before I got the chance to explain the topic in detail, I noticed something flashing on his belt. It was the sheen of a blade– not the first time I'd seen one– but the strange thing was, it was emerald in colour, slung liberally on his belt, suggesting that maybe someone hadn't maintained it properly. Why hold a weapon if you didn't bother to wield it? Calls for outright pickpocketing.

I lurched forward like a predator snake and thrust my wrist forward, blindly rummaging for a cold metal surface. One last movement, one final try, and then I'd give up for good. Want to kidnap me? Fine, I'm going to die anyway. The end result was me plowing the dagger three millimeters from Lucifer's face, "Let me go, or I'll cut your nose off." I warned. My patience was running thin and the only thing that seemed sensible was to get this over with. He gave a strangled yelp with the dagger's tapered end near, sounding like something between a hybrid-cross of a dog and a squeaky door.

"Y-you- ahem, " The other spluttered, unhappy at being stunned, "Technically, you're my captive-"

I sliced his nose off.

Ever seen a rocket launch? It releases a push of air and smog and then begins its journey into outer space. Replace the puffs of smoke with the blood and trip the outer space inside the trash can– You got the picture of a dismembered nose.

But where one rocket takes off, another does not automatically form itself, replacing the first one– buy one get one free. One does not get to see the insides of a nose knitting itself together materializing into a fully functional, still attached nose. It's something you cannot unsee.

"Serves you right," Lucifer smirked, touching his nose for the reassurance that yes, I had not deprived him of his source of oxygen and mucus; It seemed that he hadn't even felt the pain of losing one of his five senses, which was a total bummer.

Here I thought I'd reached my maximum capability of jaw-droppers.

An ordinary person would've dropped the dagger in regret and fright, but for me, it was as if I couldn't let go of the weapon. I doubted superglue would've done a more satisfactory job. A simple high-five could turn into a low-key stab attack. Even if I wanted my knees to buckle and drop me down, they absolutely wouldn't move. I was so tense it was obvious I was shaking.

The dagger was controlling me...?

What? No, it's not possible, it's only a blade-

Involuntarily, I raised the emerald blade and plunged it into Lucifer's chest.

Into.

His.

Godamned.

Eight packs.

Oh, fangirls, cheerleaders of all fictional! The extremely benevolent, the ones who are indulgent to comrades. Please pardon my sin of harming such a delicacy. Amen.

Now, it's apparent what you're thinking, "Oh, she's finally lost it!". In all honestly, the rash action was all thanks to my awesome, nonsensical reflexes– If I had a this constant nervous system, my breakfast bread would never land on its jam-side down again.

The Grimax shredded through his chest and poked out of the other end. Due to numerous reasons (Like how I tried to actually commit a felony) I lost my self-poise and rocketed forward. The dagger still belied to leave me alone, and let's just say it was a pretty romantic scene with half-decent me, lying on an also half-decent boy with a dagger unearthing his chest. I might have done more damage if Lucifer hadn't cautiously prodded my arm and released the jade-blade from my hold. Then, without any hysteria, he carefully separated the knife and his chest.

"I'm excusing you since you're new to this." He said tersely because a jab to the chest was an everyday normal.

A gaping, blood-smeared hole weaved itself together like a pro basket maker, in front of my eyes. This too was weirdly bizarre, to see the inner half of the respiratory system slowly rebuilding its missing blocks, but in my eyes, it was fascinating. I couldn't take my eyes off. Couldn't you just manufacture blood in this manner? I mean, since Lucifer had an ever-lasting tank of it anyway. What happened if I took him hostage and sold...

"Don't even think about it, " Lucifer warned coldly. "I will have to kill you then."

A frustrated thud came from the other side of the door followed by the crashing of several glass objects and an ow. "DOOR-TO-DOOR DELIVERY WHOEVER LIVES IN THERE OPEN THE DOOR!" A squeaky voice mandated. "IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EVEN BOTHER-"