[KuroReishin]

Nice story. Keep the good work.

[violetharlequin]

Thank you I will update soon

[violetharlequin]

2.5

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[3]Even though there is no such thing as strange appearance in hell, the high ranks are beautiful and so are the low ranks. Jin can be considered a strange being for the fact that he is the only inhabitant with reddish hair and that combination of eye colour– one cyan and one amber. Also his pale skin has a shade unencountered before in section one.
Although Lucifer exists in more places than one, meaning on different planets and implicitly in different hells, he is absolute and rules over them all. The first hell ever created was on planet Earth, where the devil carries out most of his activities and actually lives, this place being known as The Centre or section one.


The first angels who left Heaven along with Lucifer are referred to as lords. The term “high rank” designates all fallen angels who inhabit Hell but also transferred angels from other planets and worlds and the New Age Demons. The New Age demons are descendants of a small group of evil creatures created in the beginning by the devil and have a special status. The first demons lead a very discrete life and activity and are summoned every cycle to form The Old Council, authority which deals with the appliance of the legislation in use. A higher authority than the Old Council is the Praetorian Gathering, its members being the first fallen angels who are spread across the universe as permanent delegates. They reunite each semester – one cycle has 9 semesters – and present Lucifer reports about the activity each section has performed. After such a meeting, a final report is written by the Archiver and its content later on is written in The Register.
The lower ranks are represented by newly fallen angels, other demons inferior to the New Age descendants in power of control and physical strength and creatures of different origins. The second and the third are the most numerous categories in Hell, after the sinners.
Note: because the sinners are of different descent, they are “organized” on levels by these criteria. For instance, a fallen angel almost immediately becomes a low rank whereas a human sinner is sentenced to carry out punishments according do his deed and cannot become a Hell employee.

[4] In the beginning, Lucifer was the head of the Praetorian Gathering but because he became more occupied, he started looking for a replacement. Also, the devil wanted to have the Archiver under personal observation so he transferred Jin to section one.

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Who are you?
“Who am I?”
Yes…who are you? What are you?
“I am …“
“Liar! You’re lying to yourself…You are no one…you are a traitor– you betrayed the one you loved and you must pay the price. You are an existence that does not deserve to see the sky; with its white, soft clouds again…Do you think you’re going to escape? You can never escape here– no one ever escapes here!
“But do not wish to go anywhere else…”
“You don’t but he does… Nevertheless, you are trapped here for now… “
I don’t know who you’re talking about– “
“Of course not…You are memory less…”

Christian woke up thoughts disturbed. He had been “visited” again… That voice that haunts him…But who could it be? The voice of a woman… It never spoke to him when Azariel was with him – that was one reason why the fallen never fell far behind his lover. Alright, but what was the real connection? Was Azariel some kind of wall? How could the demon’s mere presence interrupt the voice? Maybe she was someone related to his past…or present?? No, it couldn’t be! Azariel never spoke about any female…ever…
The problematical ideas inside Christian’s head were giving him a terrible headache. Damn it! I’m not a child who cannot tell reality from fantasy! What am I thinking?? It’s not that I don’t want to believe there’s a connection between them…most likely it isn’t about him at all…it’s about me…I’m the one hearing voices, the one being continuously blamed for a “love crime”…love? Don’t make me laugh, woman! In Hell the only thing that can flower in your damned heart is obsession…And who is this “he” you are talking about? Why are you silent now? Answer me!!
The bed sheet landed on the ground, a pillow hit the cubicle. Calm down, angel boy and get up and dress; you have an assignment today, don’t you?

[violetharlequin]

2.6

Speaking of “assignments”, one assumed retiree was peacefully walking down the corridor of Hell, accompanied by Evil itself … But it was no ordinary corridor – it was a hidden passage, that could only be opened by three beings alone and one of them was there right now. The passage was very short, as one could see light at the end of it. Normally, the corridors of Hell were long, narrow and faintly illuminated by lanterns or candles, depending on their length but although they were rather long, one could pass from one department [5] to another easily through black portals, making circulation the most airy one yet!
At the end of the passage, a dry surface of land with gray matte puddles spread around was depicted in front of the two. Lu told Jin to wait for a few seconds while he went to speak with someone. With who? There is nobody here… Jin wondered. While he was searching for devil knows who, Jin started to wander around, strolling at a slow pace because of his condition. He hadn’t had more of those attacks but instead he suffered from lack of energy and fatigue, feeling the need to sleep all the time. He had furthered a little from where Lu had “left” him and had come to a square which he by– passed with no difficulty and stumbled upon a strange, yellow place, with its ground covered by sand. It was yellow because the rock structure was yellowish and so was the soil. It made Jin feel like he was somewhere near the sea, in a cave dug in the sea– wall by demons long ago to hide something precious or just to escape whenever one wanted to spend some time with oneself. To his surprise, a couple of meters away, Jin encountered a little girl who was standing on the sandy ground, back turned – she was holding a stick in one hand and it appeared like she was drawing something. It was very odd that a little girl would be there, in that place, that she would be actually living in Hell! What could she have possibly done to be thrown in that tainted, evil world? From what he knew, all children went to Heaven, no exception – maybe she wasn’t an ordinary child… Jin approached her quietly so as not to scare her and when he got close enough, he knelt down beside her. The child had written the name “Agatha” on the ground.
“Is this your name?” Jin gently asked the child.
“No” she responded. “Madison…”
“Madison… well that’s an unusual name…”
The girl turned around to face the man. Her eyes were the most clear and wonderful black eyes he had ever seen. Her lashes were extremely long and curled at their ends, to fit her pair of wonder.
“Why is that?” she asked him in return.
“What is what?” Jin replied rather confused.
“Why is my name unusual?”
“It is unusual because it is not common. Names like Anna, Lisa, Sarah or Michelle you hear everyday but yours is not that common. Also, I think it suits you…the way the letters resonate gives it a nice ring…”
Very pleased of his response, she smiled, her eyes smiling along too. Jin smiled back. She then reached her little hand and touched him on his left cheek.
“You are sick” the girl said as her face turned from joy to sadness.
“Yes I am” Jin responded with a faint smile.
“It will end soon…”
On hearing this, he became sure of the fact that she was no ordinary seven– year old child. Maybe she could see the future or maybe she had said what he would have liked to hear; the pain and the ugliness, how he wanted them to all vanish…
“I am not your regular “fortune teller”– and this is not something I would say just to make you feel better” she added.
Jin’s eyes instantly got bigger – she had read his thought! A soft smile appeared on her face.
The two would have continued their charming conversation if the man wouldn’t have been called out. Jin raised and so did the little girl.
“Lulu!” she shouted and jumped in the devil’s arms.
“How’s my little Madison been doing? I see you found yourself a friend…”
“Yep! I have!” The change in the girl’s attitude confused Jin – in their conversation he had found in her an intelligent and mature person whereas the one in Lu’s arms was behaving exactly like how a 7 – year old would. A change in language could be noticed too…
“You have, have you? Well, my love that’s something new even for you!” Lu said and kissed her on the cheek. He then let her down. “I believe Shar`an is waiting for you, Madison… meanwhile could you let me have a word with your friend? “he asked her smiling. An affirmative response quickly followed Lu’s request and then by a quicker leave. How strange…I’ve never seen Lu like this…I wonder what the relationship between them is…
“How are you feeling?” Lu inquired, taking him in his arms. “Still weak?”
“I’m alright .Exhausted yes, but hanging in there.”
“I see you’ve made a friend.”
“Yes…although she is much more than she appears to be…” Jin added.
Lu’s eyes sparkled seeing how ready– witted his beloved proved once more to be.
“It’s fascinating…” hell’s master spoke while caressing his beloved’s face with his long fingers.
“What is?” Jin inquired.
“The fact that she did no harm to you. Moreover, you are the first to ever come her path and remain sane.”
“Why? Who is she?”
“Madness.”


“Lulu?” the child asked him. The devil however was very focused at his new painting and didn’t hear her call his name out. Realizing that she was not heard, the little girl got off the bed and stepped towards him. She stopped merely inches away, gazing at the beautiful display of both craftsmanship and talent combined. “Lulu?” she then asked again and reached to gently grab an end of the demon’s shirt. Although a bit startled, Lu turned around smiling.
“Oh I’m sorry darling I didn’t hear you” he said and lowered himself to establish better eye contact with the pretty girl who was standing next to him.
“What are you painting, Lulu? “
“What am I painting? Hmm…let’s see now… oh but for that we’d have to further away from it so we can visualize the whole painting” he replied and then took the child by her little hand and stepped backwards a little. “Can you see it now, Madison? “
“It’s the sun and the moon! And stars! “she responded enthusiastically. “But Lulu… why are there butterfly wings with the stars too? “
“Because the universe is going to change soon… “
Lucifer closed his eyes for a few seconds. His face however, betrayed him, as the child could notice a faint touch of sadness.
“Lulu… “She said with a warm voice, covering his cheeks with her two hands. “ Lulu, don’t think about that anymore… I want you to be cynical! Beautiful and merciless and cynical! You must think what you are going to trade for things to remain as they are.”
Lucifer opened his eyes and after stroking the girl on the head he kissed her forehead.
“My dear Madison…you too not worry for me as I know what needs to be done. An as for Shar`an, I think I’m going to have a word with him pretty damn soon…”
“No, Lulu! You’re wrong! I’ve…seen it…” she said, averting his eyes from the devil. “I’ve seen it in him…”
“Then why do you continue with this nonsense? “He shouted.
“Because I felt it…I felt something that made me believe a new order will come – you know this for sure. Don’t you? “The girl fixed him with her look.
“I wish not to remind you that I am the Master of Hell but see both you and Shar`an seem to have forgotten this devious little aspect…”
‘Neither I or Shar`an have forgotten a damn thing! You are the one who has changed! We are the same as we were at the beginning… “
“I see…you are jealous of him…” Lucifer quickly noted.
“We have seen that you fancy his presence more – and have accepted that. Nevertheless, you cannot expect me or Shar`an to go on as nothing has happened! Especially me!”
On hearing this, the devil giggled.
“What’s so funny?” the girl asked him and turned her back to him, arms crossed.
“Forgive me as I am the biggest sinner and deserve to rot in Hell! “ Lu spoke with utmost tenderness.
She couldn’t stay mad on him, not on him! So she turned around to face him and said
“I hate you, Lulu!”
Lucifer started laughing and hugged her real tight.
“I love you too, Madison!”

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[5] Hell is organized in departments. The biggest and most important one is the Archives, managed by Jin. Despite the fact that Jin has helpers, they do not interfere in the work itself, their job limiting to carrying the paperwork, stock– taking, copying specific type of reports and other such things. The Archives does not stint to Jin’s desk alone. Far from it! In reality, the Archives are situated in the back – a galactic area wisely– occupied, like a sea of books. This department resembles a library, only it is at an enormous scale.

“Are you going to follow me all day long?” he asked.
“Hmm…it’s not that you wouldn’t deserve it… Well, consider it a privilege! How many can say they have a direct link with Hell’s most powerful beings?” the voice told him.
“Shut up! Shut up!! You insolent bitch! Shut up! Leave me alooone! “Christian shouted while walking down a corridor, his hands to his head.
“Hey, hey…that’s no way to talk to a senior, petit fallen… “
“You bitch! Get out of my head! Leave me alone!! “
“Grotesque creature…you do not deserve your position! You have brought only misery to your lover. You’ll never escape Hell, never!! “The voice replied and then started laughing.
Christian was heading towards the Archives, because that’s where Azariel had been working at for the past week; the moment he touched the door knob however, the laughing voice inside his head stopped.
“You’re here. Good. Close the door.” Azariel spoke gravely.

[violetharlequin]

2.7

The former angel’s face was flushed and his hands wet. His whole body was exhaling heat. With insecure steps, he then approached Azariel’s desk. Despite his sadistic nature, the demon immediately noticed Christian’s state and with a benevolent smile, he asked him if he would not sit down on his chair.
“I’m alright…” the fallen sighed and soldered on the desk.

It’s not the first time you’re like this, dear. Something’s happening and you’re trying to keep it a secret from me but I’m too sharp – I’ll need to fix this too… It wouldn’t be too nice of you to bail on me when I need you the most. Furthermore, it would also be troublesome from another point of view if this state of yours aggravates; I wouldn’t want to lose my bed-fellow, would I? The resolution of the thoughts gathered in Azariel’s mind displayed a smirk on the outside. The loss of Christian would indeed be something undesirable, as the demon had never had such a lovely companion by his side, a companion who could surprise him so often. His lover was different – he could make him hungry for more every time and yet wouldn’t himself grow addicted to the pleasure to which Azariel was already enslaved. It was a paradox – he kept the fallen in chains but in the same time, Christian exerted a mystical power over him which in the past week had become bothersome for the demon. It was sexy to think about one’s lover – to a certain extent! Azariel however had crossed the permitted line. Deliciously dangerous, wouldn’t you think? To become you slave’s slave, to… maybe come to lo…


“Jin!” Lu’s voice shouted, interrupting me.
I turned around but didn’t feel the wish to answer him, so I rolled my eyes over and returned to my work. Unfortunately, the devil wasn’t at all satisfied with my “enthusiastic” response and called out my name yet again.
“Jin! What are you doing up? You shouldn’t be awake….especially at this hour!
Yeah, as if that mattered when you felt you were going crazy if you didn’t play a little with my new “assets” last night...
Lu appeared in front of me. I could only see his feet as I of course, wasn’t in the mood to be questioned again about what I was doing. Oh… I hated him in these moments; damn control freak and obsessed bastard! I’m not a mindless, helpless corpse!!
“Why thank you for your delightful urge to look at me! At least look at me!” he cried out and it almost sounded like a plead.
As if…damn fuck!
“Thank you for the lovely appreciation thoughts too!” Lu said and then grabbed me by my right wrist and raised my arm.
“What the fuck are you doing? Let go of me! “I shouted, barely resisting his physical assault. I ground my teeth as the pain was excruciating.
“What the fuck are you doing? “ Lu replied and then violently let go of my hand. “Writing? You little charming rodent! I told you to resume your activity completely! “
“Why did you bring me to the Center in the first place? Am I not the Archiver?? And you are one naïve, bastard, too! Did you really think I would also stop writing the Scripts[6] ?! “
Lu sighed deeply, lowered his fragments of light and then spoke on a low voice as if a feeling of having carried out a useless battle had started to make its way into his crimson heart.
“Do you not see I can barely touch you? Your body is weak, you have collapsed in this very room earlier today…“ Lu raised his eyes and stared at me. “And what’s with this stubbornness anyway? I may be a control maniac but I don’t think I’m exaggerating in your case! My lover is hurting. How on Hell would you like me to react?! Hei?”
Seeing how obviously “bothered” let alone infuriated, frustrated and chary he was, I calmed down and tried to put myself in his shoes for a change.
“You’re the cutest son of a bitch I ever laid eyes on… Especially when you worry like that for me “I told him smiling with a hint.
“I don’t…” Lu replied, averting his eyes.

Did I see a sly blush?
Well, I didn’t plan to eat my brain about it so I rushed to embrace him. Unfortunately, my frail body wasn’t capable of sustaining my wrench so I “fell” in his arms instead. Lu gazed into my eyes and gently caressed my face. Not so “unfortunately” after all…
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[6] The Scripts are the chapters of the Register, although the Register also holds information about the activity of the sections written by the Archiver as reports. In the Scripts one finds : a detailed description regarding a fallen’s background, position number – which is the number each fallen angel receives once descended in Hell – , function and assignments given and carried, rank number and ultimately, recommendations from the Archiver’s behalf.
At the end of 3 cycles, each former angel occupies a place in the classification of the fallen, this meaning that it ranks a certain number. The higher the rank number is the more chances one has to become a Hell official or better yet, a Hell officer.

[violetharlequin]

2.8

Azariel gave Christian a distrustful look and then spoke gravely.
“It is time to put our little plan into action.”
The former angel’s response was rather… inexistent; it’s not that he wasn’t paying attention to what the demon was telling him but more like he couldn’t regain his composure just yet, his mind nevertheless making efforts to focus at Azariel.
“What is it?” the demon inquired. “I hope you are not thinking about not “participating”. Surely you must know that quitting would be out of discussion…”
“Of course not!” Christian hurrily replied. “I’m just… a little distracted.”
And it’s not the first time, either…
At that moment, Azariel wished not to ponder about the voice that was exasperating his lover yet couldn’t afford a “semi-dysfunctional” partner. Also, there was something particularly unusual about that voice and in the same time annoying because he couldn’t establish why his brain had picked it up in such an odd manner; so puzzling… His senses were telling him this was not an unfamiliar signature. Dig deeper, dig deeper! Suddenly, it hit him – Little lovely Madison, how could have I forgotten about you? Playing with my boy’s head? Well, that’s not a nice thing to do now, is it? Time for me to join the game too…
Azariel sat up and in a spin, grabbed his lover by one hand, then pushed him in the chair. The fallen’s eyes reflected surprise.
“It would be so much easier if you listened to me from the start! Foolish waste of energy… But never mind… The Archiver has one day left until the transformation. Up to now, Lucifer has wisely concealed the fact that he’s missing with no real reason and somehow managed to make him “invisible”, as I could not feel his presence at all although my spider-spies informed me about some changes of energy level in one particular sector. It very much appears like a secret passage of a sort has been opened and closed in the last few days. It is interesting how my spies could detect it because I doubt Lucifer would be careless enough as to forget to fill up energy gaps when they appear. This gap they found must emit special kind of waves…I wonder…Has his transformation process begun to alter matter already?
“Do you think you’ll be able to sense him?” Christian interrupted his chain of thoughts.
Azariel turned around and smirked.
“Of course, my darling – Am I not a pure blood demon[7] ? The moment his skin will start tearing itself apart, I’ll be right behind him, feeding on his neck! Now… let’s turn to you and where we should place your lovely blue eyes.”
Christian almost blushed, hearing Azariel’s compliment. The snake instantly noticed the reaction and realized that it was then time to act, when he would have emotional control over him.[8] Therefore, he got closer to his lover, leaned over and placed one hand between his legs while intensifying the eye contact.
“As I was saying, where should we place your delightful self, hmm? I was thinking of giving you the pleasure to take care of Jin, actually because I thought it would be a good opportunity to repay him for the marvelous…painting Lucifer made you – oh sorry…with your arm… “The demons words cut throug.h his heart, his light blue eyes suddenly turning deep gray, like the clouds that foresee powerful storm
“I’ll be more than happy to return the favor…”the fallen replied, smiling deviously. “Meanwhile…?”
“Meanwhile – I’ll be entertaining myself with an old, glamorous acquaintance…I believe you know her as well” he said giving Christian a look with a hint. The former angel’s response was immediate astonishment but simultaneously worry too because he had realized there was a connection between the two. Fortunately, Azariel was faster and reassured Christian there was nothing he should be feeling threatened by.
“I don’t fully understand” Christian said. “Who is she exactly?”
“She is Madness. And her cousin is Death or as only the privileged can call him: Shar`an.”
“Death’s real name… I never really imagined…”
“She was initially the Gatekeeper of Hell but retired after the incident with Michael”[9]
“Michael? Do you mean the Archangel Michael?” he asked very intrigued.
“Yes. That precise Michael”.
“What happened?” Christian demanded to know.
“Oh it’s very boring actually, you see, Michael was so highly appreciated up there that it started to get to his head. Same story with Lucifer! How completely lacking of originality, don’t you agree? “While telling the fallen these, Azariel furthered from his lover and lied on the desk, resting his head on his hand, his arm pressed on the wood in his elbow. After making himself comfortable, he continued the story. “The only distinct aspect was that he started acting like a warrior prince involving quite often in our affairs, the bastard! He started interfering in battles against us but what actually drew their Lord’s attention, because the maniac didn’t bother to pay any more attention to the fact that he had crossed the line, was that he interfered in the human world also. You can’t go on chopping arms and legs in the name of a so-called “justice” and then expect no consequences. That’s the enormous disadvantage of living up there – here, you devise a plan to kill the head of the Praetorian Gathering and you get a medal and a kiss!” Azariel started laughing.
‘A kiss you say?” Christian asked him, raising one eyebrow and then drawing him closer.” What kind of kiss are we talking about?”
Azariel smirked and bound his lips to the other’s, taking however in a small breath before sinking in a deeper, more passionate “demonstration”.
“This kind…”

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[7] Reference to the fact that he is a New Age demon, the descendant of Nenko, one of the first creatures created by Lucifer. Nenko – member of the Old Council.
[8] Azariel was very good in reading minds and reactions as he studied how the psychic works.
[9] The “Michael incident” refers to the time the Archangel Michael descended in Hell and defeated Madness, breaking the Gates and freeing a huge population of human souls, along with almost all souls of the newly fallen angels. The Archangel was beheaded by Lucifer. After chopping his head off with his sword, he closed the Gates of Hell and appointed a new Keeper. In the following hours after the incident, the Superior Court was summoned to decide what sentence Michael should get; the supreme judge – God – left the Archangel in the hands of the Devil to decide his fate. Michael was sentenced to live in the Dungeon which is the place only the souls of damned angels with no possibility of release before Judgment Day go. In the Dungeon, he would experience absolute Despair, his agony prolonging until the end of the world. In this case, death would represent liberation but the purpose of the place is for the soul to be constantly tormented by Despair .

[violetharlequin]

2.9


The red maple leaves are performing a new dance, a contemporary piece; things are not like they were…. Yes…everything has changed – I remember the days in which the wind didn’t hurt our souls and the rain wasn’t a junky – the days that brought warmth even though you felt the void inside you growing larger and larger. Feel the void, feel me… I remember how it felt when my own wings got broken; I was waiting, alone in the darkness for someone to come to aid me. I was waiting to be rescued. Come and save me… I thought I deserved to live despite the fact that nobody loved my broken bones…I had no feathers left then, only the skeleton had remained – Nevertheless, I still had blood running inside them and running inside my heart…and dreams! How wonderful were my dreams! My dreams of sadness, my dreams of joy !
Alas, all my efforts resulted to be in vain when I discovered that I was a stranger to my own self and since there wasn’t any point in harassing the old me in accepting the newborn, I left.
I left my self in order to find a new purpose because I found it to be the only solution to my problem. I also left my shadow to wander freely and become whatever it dreamed of becoming. It had been tied to me long enough! I didn’t ask it where it wished to go or what it wanted to see because that ment it wasn’t truely free – Although I found myself in danger of being swallowed by emptiness completely, I cared not as I felt I had done the right thing. However, my shadow surprised me by choosing to remain by my side and refusing itself the chance to become a human being someday.
My search for my own place in the world has not ended. The clock inside my heart has stopped but I want to keep on going even if all I will ever touch is Silence.Absolute silence.
I return to my corner, in the darkness that veiled me before and wait for the newborn to grow itself his own wings, maybe this time stronger ones. Meanwhile I will dream about angels, fallen angels. . . ”Although I walk the valley of the dead I shall not fear . . . ” as I am awaited by your transfiguring of light. Do you remember ?


”Do you remember?” The question had been echoing in his mind for over an hour.
” Enough!” he shouted, barely holding back the anger. He sat up, then walked to where Jin’s desguised hourglass had been put. The white sand was running down rapidly and the amount of matter remained in the superior half was lessening. Lu stared at it for a couple of seconds and without even blinking, he impulsively threw the hourglass aside. Fortunately, Shar`an made his appeance in an instance and caught it just in time.
“Careful with the merchandise … “ he said and approached to return it to its rightful owner. On closing on him, he noticed that the wooden surface the devil was soldering on was severely scratched and that his fingertips were bleeding. Shar`an sighed, thinking it was not the wisest time to meddle in his affairs so he took a few steps back, giving his master space.
“If Master does not need me any longer I will resume my current activity.” Death’s words betrayed concern – Despite the fact that he knew it would irritate him even more if he stuck around there much longer, he hesitated in leaving at first, only to realize a couple of seconds later, that his hope was futile. So he resigned to the situation and spoke disappointed.
“Please excuse me, Master…”
“Shar`an…”
Hearing his name called out, Death stopped his slow dissolution and after regaining his physical body he gently asked the devil what it was that he needed from him.
The indentations made on the wooden surface filled up with blood.
“I can’t feel him anymore, Shar’an… He could be going through the transformation as we speak and I wouldn’t know about it!
Seeing how tormented Lu’s soul was, he kept silence, letting him cry out his pain.
“I can’t … feel him ! He collapsed one day and I didn’t know… I just found him, lieing on the floor unconscious. I can’t hear him breathe! I can’t feel his heartbeats! His pulse! I… can’t hear his steps when he walks and this chain I’ve put around his writ is useless!! Lu shouted, violently turning around. Shar’an froze.
“I’m going to lose him…” Tears of blood were running down his face, washing his eyes in the purest way possible –
In the light of the candles, Death could only stand and witness true sufferance…It had been millenniums, hundred and thousands of them and he had never seen Lucifer like that. Maybe it really is the end of the fifth sun… The blood on the devil’s face turned black and dried up, the matter then breaking into countless particles which disappeared only to reappear spread through the entire universe in the shape of black holes.

Lu’s moment of despair ended and he regained his usual calm as if he had switched places with another individual, whose nature differed totally from his own. He was missing only two pieces: his devious look, accompanied of course, by that sexy smile, the kind that drives even the angels crazy…
“Shar’an…soon I must make the trade”.
“Have you decided, Master?” he inquired.
A faint evil smile appeared on the right corner of his mouth.
“Oh I know what He wants… He wants Adam, his precious Adam… Humanity has risen and fallen four times and yet He seems to care not – I’ll give him back… My era has just begun . . . “

[Darkchao45]

Indeed a very good story. Hope theres more.

[RinVonStark]

Actually it's really well done.

Are you writing a novel of sorts? And by novel I mean a book, not a light novel.