「 HELLFIRE. ¦ STORAGE 」

[Devilad]

[div style="width:380px;text-align:justify;font-familyans serif;font-size:9.5pt;color:#000"][align=right]❝ Are you jealous? ❞

　[sup]1[/sup]Silence fell between the Human and the Devil himself. The Lord's gift against the lion. [sup]2[/sup]Lucifer swallowed a sun, and his eyes glow anger as the pair of planets died behind them. [sup]3[/sup]Confusion burned wild within mortal veins, clouding over better judgement.
　[sup]4[/sup]"Jealous?" A flicker of mockery. [sup]5[/sup]"My, you really do know how to get me entertained that doesn't involve a little pop," said Lucifer, emphasizing at the end in an actual said sound, his words tinted with cherry stains.
　[sup]6[/sup]Lips curled up a dagger smile. Sharp teeth, amusement cutting deep into tongue; he bled annoyance. "I would've add that I like you for it, but your question is bloody ridiculous for me to remember you're just like everyone else in the end: a fool."
　[sup]7[/sup]Lucifer pulled a cigarette from his pocket, and despite himself, he glanced over to Stella who continued chatting away with Canaol. [sup]8[/sup]Usually, the moment he took the time to smoke, the kid would tell him to stop—even slapping the roll off of his hand, if she was in a passionate mood. [sup]9[/sup]Sometimes, he questioned himself if Stella was actually a Human, and not some sort of a being who had eyes in every location he goes to.
　[sup]10[/sup]Part of Lucifer expected the same in this scenario, because that's just how Stella was, but, alas, she didn't paid any mind to his intention when her attention was all on nothing and no one except for Canaol.
　[sup]11[/sup]Something heavy crawled through his flesh and settled in the center of his ribs. Shifted lungs and heart, he felt himself tearing apart. [sup]12[/sup]He always had this feeling whenever he watched Stella focusing on anything that didn't involve him—especially, on someone he's viewed them less than an acquaintance.
　[sup]13[/sup]He knew what jealousy was, but he could never sense what it meant to be so... Was this it?
　[sup]14[/sup]Lucifer didn't realized he had squeezed the existence out of the cigarette, as he watched Stella and Canaol carrying their conversation so free and willingly, until his hand were covered in tobacco. [sup]15[/sup]An image of the plant replaced with Canaol's ashes burnt his celestial brain.
　[sup]16[/sup]Nevertheless, it wasn't enough to outstand the thought he was being jealous right now. [sup]17[/sup]Throat coated in gasoline, he nearly choked on a growl towards Conrad—the hostility. [sup]18[/sup]Oh, the irony that the King of pride wore a muzzle.
　[sup]19[/sup]"I don't know where the stupid thought came from, nor do I remotely care," Lucifer continued, tone thickened, dripping no honey but toxicity from the corners of his yarrow lips, [sup]20[/sup]"but let me be clear with you that the Devil does not feel jealous."
　[sup]21[/sup]Denial and suicidal, with a title of Hell rising; it was all what he was best: a tragedy.