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the first human came to life.
    For the first time in days, his Father's voice could be heard.
    Welcome, my child .
    The voice was strong and mighty, not spoken out loud, but heard in the
mind. Lucifer thought God was speaking to him, one of the few who were blessed
enough to hear His voice, when the man on earth responded. "Thank you,
Father."
    Confusion ran through Lucifer.
    He could only gape as the human carried on a conversation with God.
Adam was his name, and he was tasked with naming all of the other living
creatures, a job he took on happily. Cattle, and cats; Fish,
and fowl. The naming went on for most of the day, until they ran out of
nameless creatures and Adam was alone.
    Lucifer could hear his Father again then, hear his musing about how His
new child needed a companion. Adam went to sleep, and from him spawned a second
human, a woman named Eve.
    A wife for Adam.
    "Be fruitful, and multiply,
and replenish the earth, and subdue it," He told them. "And have
dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every
living thing that moveth upon the earth."
    A sensation Lucifer never encountered before twisted inside of him. He
felt as if he were tied in knots, pulled in different directions, like part of
him might break. There's no way he really heard what he thought he just heard.
He had to have misinterpreted. There had to be a mistake.
    There was no way their Father just gave earth to this human .
    "Home," Michael said. "For His children."
    Lucifer glanced at his brother. Michael was smiling, still watching it
all with awe. He looked genuinely elated about everything that was happening,
while Lucifer felt anything but.
    This paradise was supposed to be for them.
    Wasn't it?

    The afternoon air was warm, the sun
shining brightly in the sky, not a single cloud to be seen anywhere. The blue
went on for as far as Serah could see, crisp and clear. The color reminded her
of a set of eyes that frequented her dreams, a set of eyes that watched when
she was awake, haunting her.
    They were eyes that held countless secrets, eyes that told a thousand
stories, but none of which Serah could understand. They spoke to her, implored
her, but she couldn't hear what they had to say. It was a whisper of a memory;
he was an apparition, there one second and gone the next, fading into thin air
like he were made of dust, and the tiniest breath would blow him away. She
wasn't even sure if he actually existed, but he was real to her.
    If only she could think of his name.
    It hung on the tip of her tongue, swallowed back again and again.
    She wondered if she were crazy…
if she were legitimately full-blown, call-the-doctors insane. She still knew
nothing of the person she had been, nothing of where she'd come from or where
she was supposed to be.
    The only thing she knew was him .
    But then again, she didn't even really know him, considering she didn't
know his name, or if he were more than a figment of her imagination.
    Ugh, maybe I am insane .
    Serah walked down the street, heading away from the motel one
afternoon, wandering the same familiar neighborhoods she'd wandered every day
since the accident. She greeted people warmly as she passed them, her eyes
flickering to the windows of the shops as she strolled by, catching sight of
the stranger's reflection in the glass with hers, always just a few steps
behind.
    She knew if she turned around, he wouldn't be there. Nobody would be.
    She was strolling along when she came upon the community center, the
door propped open to let the air flow in as voices spilled out into the street.
Serah stalled in front of the building, surveying it for a moment. She felt a
certain draw to the place that she couldn't explain, like she'd been here
before.
    Curious, she stepped inside. The place was lit up, filled with rows of
flimsy metal chairs—maybe three-dozen, but less than half of them were
used. Serah slid into the closest one by the door, going undetected. A man
standing at the