I woke up in that place again. The blue crystal structures were smaller, as if someone had worn them down significantly. I tried speaking, still nothing. "Well, well, well, back again?" I recognized the voice, "I knew you'd be back, but not this soon. And right before the tournament too." I felt something touch my wing, "I might just go and watch. From what I know, there's a demon competing. That would be interesting, wouldn't it?" Bill. "Oh? Do you have some connection to it? Do you really think it's a person?" He shook his head, "You have so much to learn." He moved his hand to my shoulder, "They aren't people. Neither are we. Believe me, I know. I've witnessed the true horrors of what we're capable of." He stepped in front of me, "You do know that the original creators are both dead? God and Dielzavod. Both of them. That was because of us. You may be part human," he tightened his grip, "but the angel is clearly more prominent." The crystals started cracking. "OH SHUT UP!" He sighed, and let go of me, "My time here is almost up. There's no way for me to leave. That is, unless I get some help. You see, these crystals crack whenever I think of God. It was, say, his last judgement. It's an endless abyss, with a ceiling that will fall if they break. It's torture." He flicked one of the crystals, "That is, unless someone can bring me out. And I don't think anyone is more fit, than my own flesh and blood." I shook my head. "You can speak now. I want to hear your explanation."
I felt oxygen fill my lungs. "You're not going to hurt him."
"What?"
"You're not going to hurt him. I won't let you. Chasan-"
"Chasan? You mean the messenger boy? And what can you do? Stand there and get slightly aggravated as I tear the demon limb from limb? Admit it, you are powerless. There's only one person in the Universe who can stand to my power, and he's in his own prison." The crystals cracked again. "This is proving far more tedious than I expected. Leave now." I stood there. "I SAID LEAVE!"
"Will I die?"
"What?"
"If the ceiling collapses, will I die?"
"I'm not sure. I'm doubtful you will-" His face turned white, "You aren't going to-"
"I can. Now, you aren't going to lay a finger on him. Understood?"
"Y-you're bluffing. You aren't really going to risk yourself for a vile being such as that, would you?"
"I would. Now, are you going to harm him, or not?"
"I guess not. But know, time will come when I will escape." I shook my head. "Goodbye, father."
My eyes opened, Bill and Scorpio were sitting at my bed. "What happened?" Bill put on his jacket, "My dad told me something was going on. I woke up Scorpio-"
"Dick move, by the way."
"-by accident. And you were sweating. Like, more than anyone should be."
"Alright, I get it. Wait, did you say your dad?" Scorpio rolled her eye, "Yeah, he keeps saying something about his dad telling him something in his dreams, as much into the supernatural as I am, I'm pretty sure that it's impossible."
"No, it's happened to me twice now. What did your dad say was happening?"
"Something about Lucifer's prison falling," Bill stood up, "He told me to tell Chasan and tell him." I sighed, "I think it's already fallen. He's dead, he has to be. I saw it. It was an endless field of crystal that fell on him," I put on one of Scorpio's jackets, "But I'm going with if we have to."
"Normally," Scorpio looked at Brit, "I'd go with you two, but I need some sleep." I put on a pair of shoes, and we left.
I could barely keep up with Bill. He was clearly bothered by whatever Lucifer leaving meant. I don't remember anything from my dream except for the ceiling being close to falling and Lucifer saying "I will escape." I felt my wing. He also was very interested in my wings. "What did your dad tell you?" I ran toward him, "What did he say about Lucifer." Bill looked at the ground, but maintained a brisk pace, "He'll destroy everything. There are only half-breed Demons in our plane of existence, and it's because of him. He destroyed the entire Angel race, excluding himself and Chasan. You shouldn't exist, it should be impossible. When I told him about it," He clenched his fist, "He just laughed at the very idea of an Angel living." I stopped, "I-I shouldn't exist?"
"No, it's not like that," Bill put his hand on my shoulder, "I mean, it's similar to me. Both our fathers are in prisons of sorts, yours more, extreme than mine," He started walking again, "Mine is simply stuck in Hell, unable to move between the two realms unless very specific circumstances are met, but yours is in a more common prison."
"I know, I saw." We walked up to the office building, and Bill opened the door.
I knocked on Chasan's door, which opened almost immediately. "Ah, I was expecting you two. Please," he adjusted his glasses, "come in." We both walked in. "So, I believe Satan told you, Bill?" Bill nodded, "Yes, that Lucifer is on his way."