“Apparently, he has some sort of deadly condition.” The Big Man huffed, rolling his eyes. “As if that explains anything.”
“Well, look on the bright side. You’ll get to meet him in person soon.”
The Big Man lit up at those words, eyes shining with glee before he slumped again. “He’s one of yours. Beautiful skater. Horrible person in general.”
“Oh… How about I ask him to sign something for you?”
“Would you?” he gasped.
“Anything for the best boss.” It was only a little sarcastic. “I’ll ask as soon as he gets down there.”
“Yay!” The Big Man clapped his hands, throwing the blanket off and standing up, all traces of sadness completely gone. He was giving Luc whiplash. “Okay. You’re here because of a mix-up with a soul?”
And just like that, Luc’s sour mood was back.
“Yes. Oren came down with the last batch we had about a month ago. He’s an innocent soul. All the sin markers agree he has no reason to be down there. And he’s just genuinely a lovely person.”
“So you like him?” the Big Man asked, throwing Luc off with the sudden and personal question.
Luc swallowed heavily and pushed it aside. “He doesn’t belong in Hell, G. End of story.”
He frowned at the dismissive flap of the Big Guy’s hand.
“Not what I asked, Lucifer. I asked if you like him.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“It has to do with a lot, actually.”
“We need to stick to the facts.”
G rolled his eyes. “Just answer the question, Luc.”
“I have,” Luc gritted out, getting more and more riled up by the conversation going nowhere.
“Not,” G finished for him. “Now you’re making me think he didn’t make an impression at all.”
“I fucking adore him, okay?” he yelled, jumping out of his seat and not giving a single flying fuck about the language he was using. G hated when he cursed. Luc usually tried to respect that when he was visiting, but he couldn’t control himself anymore. “He’s the weirdest, most amazing person I’ve ever met. He’s stunning, and he’s made himself a spot in Hell that’s gonna be so fucking empty when he leaves. G… he’s everything, okay? And Idon’t know what to do with myself now, but I know I have to let him go.”
“Why would you have to let him go?” G asked simply.
Luc panted, gripping the back of the chair he was standing next to, his claws ripping into the light blue upholstery. Little spots of fire were blazing in the wake of his uncontrolled emotions, and he tried to get them under wraps before the entire thing burst into flames.
“He doesn’t belong in Hell,” Luc said again.
G crossed his arms and smiled. “I didn’t send him to Hell.”
Luc backtracked, remembering he shouldn’t agitate him any more than he already was. “No, I didn’t say you did, just… It was a mistake… apparently, and—”
“I sent him to you,” G said, interrupting Luc’s tirade. “You just happen to be in Hell.”
The whole of Heaven and Earth stood still.
“You sent…”
G nodded like an enthusiastic child. “Brilliant, right?”
“What… what is happening?” Luc asked faintly.
