Listening to Lucien was like listening to an escaped prisoner of war. Elijah had witnessed both World Wars unfold, and he’d seen humans breakdown, crease in unadulterated misery. He hadn’t molded himself with them. His father loved the large scale massacre, using weapons he had paraded for humanity to know. He leaned back on his seat and draped an arm behind the chair.
“I don’t suppose there would be many who would love to take you, but Dahlia looks like she’s going to assist you because you are dear to her.” A muscle in his jaw twitched. Talking about feelings was the last thing Elijah wanted, but this Lucien appeared to need some of it. “Are there many of you? Your brother, is he like you?”
“I dunno, I think I’m a bit more of a project to her. She’s a great girl, and I appreciate what she’s done. I just don’t know about being particularly dear to her.” Lucien smirked. He didn’t think he was dear to anyone. Better to keep palling around with Dahlia than to be out on the street where kids strike you down to sell your bones.
“Ehhhh. My brother. I have two. I think. Lilith calls me three and Mal two, so we always assumed there was another.” Lucien winced again, a pierce of clumpy demons blood was making its way to his heart and the only thing it did was lay a trail of piercing pricks the entire way to his heart. He braced himself.
Lucien doubled over, clutching his heart, and his face contorted. Deep creases slashed his brow as the prickly clot entered his heart in one beat and out the next. His body relaxed through the aftershocks, what would have killed a human just made Lucien feel like he was drowning.
“Sorry.” He breathed heavily, still doubled over with his head between his legs.
He straightened up. Usually he had this charade all covered, his pain was well hidden because there’s no pity in Hell. He hated the way his lean and fit body juxtaposed his sickly reality.
“Your wretched life is one I can understand.” Elijah heaved a sigh. He hadn’t seen his own life as years full of rainbows, but his father had been proud of him, had flaunted him to the other demons as his ferocious weapon. He hadn’t experienced being degraded by his own parent. He raked his hair with his fingers, pushing away strands of waves from his forehead. “You must keep a low profile and refrain yourself from displaying in the public. Humans can be as uncharitable as demons, or unbending as the angels. You are fortunate to have someone take care of you, but may I suggest that you care of your well-being as part of gratitude for Dahlia and for your own life. Would you want demons to cackle at your wasted life?”
He fumbled for his phone and fished it out from his pocket. He flipped it over and over in his hands. “I know a demon who can probe about your condition.” He curled his lips up. “In recompense to what I did to you.”
Lucien’s body took an exasperated plunge into the cushions. “I dunno if I’m into being probed just yet.” Lucien smirked. Smiling and smirking didn’t keep him from pulling a cushion up past his navel to cover the bruising at his hips. “Is that really necessary? I asked you for that bullet. Don’t feel obligated to fix something I asked for.” Lucien tensed. How could he mind being this way when it was all he knew?
Welcome to the Lucien and Elijah serial by Aubrey Meeks and Julienne
The accompanying illustration was done by Aegisdea and I couldn’t be happier!
Stay tuned for more of Elijah and Lucien tomorrow!
Well now, they seem to be behaving…
Lucien and Abomination Boys characters and writing © Aubrey “Meeks” Brown 2015
Elijah and writing © Julienne 2015