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front spoke softly, words washing through Serah. She listened
silently, hands folded on her lap.
    Something about it all felt
familiar to her.

    Church.
    She fucking went to church .
    Did she realize she was going there? Luce didn't know. No matter how
hard he tried to get a grasp on her, it stayed as foggy as if she were
submerged underwater and trying to talk through it.
    The human mind always was a mystery to him.
    He stood in the middle of the street, in the exact same spot where he'd
lost her, and glared at the community center, listening to the voice inside.
    …Satan disguises himself as an
angel of light…
    …The devil sinneth from the beginning…
    …Satan hath desired you…
    Always the bad, none of the good.
    "There is no good."
    Lucifer closed his eyes at those words, spoken from the sidewalk behind
him. He'd sensed her essence in the area when he followed Serah here, but he'd
hoped she was too preoccupied to bother him.
    Hannah.
    "Lying lips are abomination to the Lord," Lucifer said, an
odd tingle of satisfaction deep inside of him. Oh, what irony… he was quoting
scripture to rebuke someone who still had Grace.
    "I don't lie," Hannah said, stepping out into the street
behind him. "There is no good in Satan. He's the enemy, the lying snake,
pure evil that needs eradicated. The name alone says so."
    "I hear you, sister. Heard you last time, too. You're just wasting
your fucking breath at this point."
    He cut his eyes to the right when she paused beside him. Her gaze was
trained on him, eyes narrowed suspiciously. He sensed no fear from her, and her
anger was still present, but it wasn't as strong as before. No, it had given
way to something tougher—grief. It was easy to be pissed, to throw blame,
but it was a completely different game trying to come to terms with heartache.
    Angels aren't meant to mourn their own kind.
    "Why are you here, Hannah?" he asked skeptically. "Your
kind doesn't think twice after we fall. You write us off like we never
existed."
    "We do," she agreed. "But something happened."
    "What happened?"
    She didn't answer that, but Lucifer saw it all in her mind as she
purposely dropped her guard for him. It all played out, every moment of the
short-lived apocalypse, every gritty detail Hannah had witnessed. And he saw
the last memory like a movie, Hannah helping Serah escape the woods in Hellum
Township.
    "I'm nothing," Serah
said. "I succumbed to the snake's temptation. I unleashed Satan."
    "You were enchanted by
Lucifer. He was an Archangel, Ser , the most glorious
one ever created. I can't fault you for falling for him."
    "I am," she
whispered. "Literally."
    A rush of black shadows
whipped past, blanketing the land as far as the eyes could see. Serah gasped,
struggling for air.
    "Michael released the
reapers," Hannah said. "It's only a matter of time before they track
him down."
    "Then what?" Serah
asked.
    "You know the prophecy—Satan
will be destroyed once and for all."
    Lucifer turned away from her. He didn't need—or want—to see
anymore. But he grasped Hannah's issue, knew exactly what had changed
everything: he was still here. "The prophecy didn't come true."
    "Or it did," she said. "Either the prophecy was wrong,
or you're not Satan."
    "Which one is it?"
    "I haven't decided," she admitted. "Serah believed you
weren't him enough to fall for you."
    Lucifer shook his head. "If I weren't him, she wouldn't have
fallen."
    As soon as he said it, it dawned on him that this conversation was the
complete opposite of the last time he spoke to Hannah, where she'd called him
Satan and he rejected the notion. Now she was conceding that maybe he wasn't
evil after all, and he was still trying to prove her wrong.
    Clearly, there was no winning.
    Luce stared at the door of the community center in silence for a
moment, listening as the preacher talked about resisting temptation. His
thoughts drifted, his eyes on Serah sitting right inside the door, until a loud
crack echoed through the street and