CHAPTER 2—MEETING
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Evil comes in all shapes and sizes, it could be right next to you and it's cunningness would coax you to obliviously embrace it.
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"What?" Emmanuel asked, looking directly at the projector. "Did you call just to see my face and hear my voice?"
Lucifer shook his head of blond hair, adjusting the test glass that sat upon the bridge of his nose. "If you were good looking then yes, but you're as ugly as a bat and your voice is somewhat the same."
"Then why did you disturb my slumber?"
Lucifer shrugged his shoulders. "This meeting was discussed two weeks ago, it had been put off long enough, today is the day."
On Emmanuel's projector came a count of nine more projected ongoing calls. Apart from the mighty devil, he could now see...
Jonathan...
Marcus...
Fidelle...
Latan...
Mathew...
James...
Charlie...
Jada...
And lastly Xyler...
All were Apprentices just like him, they too signed a contract with the devil and they too found joy in ruthlessly killing people.
They were all sick when it came to the brain, they knew no remorse, knew nothing called compassion and though Emmanuel was Immensely sick in his head, he wasn't the sickest amongst the ten, it was Jonathan and Jonathan was Emmanuel's rival.
There was nobody Emmanuel hated like Jonathan... He had dreamt many times of brutally killing him...and why...?
Well there was no particular reason, according to Emmanuel, he talked too much and Emmanuel liked the silence especially since when he was a kid he use to live in it.
He had a voice now, but he didn't speak much, he didn't have much to say anyway.
Sighing, his eyes glided over to Lucifer. "Why is a meeting being held? Is there a problem?"
Lucifer shook his head. "There isn't a problem, I just want your jobs done faster, this competition between me and that fool god has been going on for far too long, it's time that I win, its time for it to end."
"Is rivalry why you woke me from my dream? Is that really why?"
Lucifer shook his head. "Not at all, I just called to tell you guys to..." He cleared his throat, then smiled goofily. "To have a nice day taking people's lives."
If Emmanuel wasn't annoyed before, he was certainly annoyed now. He truly thought something was up, but he should've known better, this man was the devil and yet he acted like a three year old child.
He didn't have horns, didn't have blood red eyes and magnificently sharp teeth, instead, he had a brain as small as a pea.
He was truly stupid, but he had times when he'd gain austerity, times when his anger was tangible enough to touch Emmanuel's skin in a gruesome way.
And his eyes, they were as dark as a moonless night and as empty as a vacuum, even when he laughed they remained emotionless.
Emmanuel could never understand how he did that, but either way, Emmanuel wanted to dig out each of those expressionless orbs and slice his f*cking neck in the most torturing way.
But he couldn't, he might be sick in the head, but he wasn't sick enough to mess with the devil, so with nonchalant eyes and an even more nonchalant voice... "I'm hanging up." Emmanuel sighed.
His fingers reach for the end button, but the following words stopped him.
"Always the impatient one, can't you just wait?"
Without even seeking the owner of the voice, Emmanuel knew who it was. It was Jonathan and that only irritated him more. Why did that sly bastard have to talk to him?
He was already mad and just hearing that voice had his anger multiplying. Groaning irritatedly, he turned to face Jonathan. "Wait for what exactly?"
Jonathan licked his red lips, swatting his jet, black hair out of his face. "Wait on my announcement, I was about to say something."
"F*ck off Jonathan." Emmanuel harshly retorted and then he ended the call.
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AN/| Alright so we got to see Emmanuel's personality, considering the fact that he kills people, he's an i***t, isn't he?
Tell me your thoughts on him in the comments.
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