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would react.  I didn’t want to frighten him. 
                  He narrowed his eyes as he tried to hide the fear on his face, “A demon?’
                  I winced, realizing that even if it scared him, I couldn‘t keep the identity of my visitor from him, “The cause of the demons,” I said, swallowing as my mouth suddenly dried.  His eyes widened and he took a sharp inhale of breath. 
                  “Lucifer?” He asked as his face paled by uttering just his name. 
                  “Yes, Lucifer,” I said, a little too sharp.  I immediately felt bad when I saw the look of horror on his face.  Why was I being so short with him, when he was so afraid?  I pasted a smile on my face and made a lame attempt of lightening the mood,  “Really, he’s such a pleasant fellow.   I believe he said my screams will be beautiful and erotic,” I said, looking into his eyes, watching as they widened further. I didn’t stop.  Instead, I wrinkled my nose, “Is that his way of flirting?  If so, how do I tell him I’m not interested?  I wouldn‘t want to hurt his feelings.”
                  Bastian dropped down in the seat across from me, appearing even paler than before.  He scrubbed his hand down his face and then, his eyes met mine, “You’re joking around about something this serious?”
                  I shrugged, understanding that the mood was far from being lighter and then, gave him a half smile, “It’s either that or go insane,” I said, raising my brows as I glanced up at him, “And I’ve already been there and done that.  Another vacation at Running Rivers Mental Facility is not one I want to take again.”
                  He nodded, obviously remembering my stay there after Jezebel made everyone think I was suicidal by slitting my wrist.  He took a deep breath as some of the color returned to his cheeks.  His eyes were pleading as he asked, “He really did visit you?”
                  I rolled my eyes, “That’s why you are here,” I said, sighing as I realized he hoped I was joking.  I couldn’t blame him.  I wished I was too. 
                  “Have you told the others?” He asked, swallowing hard.
                  I shook my head, experiencing a little twinge of guilt and shifted in my seat, “I thought it would be best to tell you first.  You are our protector.”
                  He inhaled and then, blew air out slowly as he thought, “Good choice,” he said and the twinge of guilt faded.  He winced as he met my eyes, “Still, there is one problem.”
                  I frowned, “What’s that?”
                  He glanced away from me as if uncomfortable, “To help you, I’ll need you to do something,” he said and I frowned.  It wasn’t like Bastian to need anything in return for knowledge. 
                  “What do I need to do?” I asked tilting my head as he blushed.  I couldn’t understand his embarrassment. 
                    “I’ll need you to pretend to be a potential student of mine,” He said as his face reddened further. 
                  I frowned, “Okay,” I said, confused, “Why?”
                  He shifted as he glanced around again.  His face was the color of a well-ripened tomato.  Finally, he met my eyes, “I am not as well versed in the subject of Lucifer’s fall as I should be,” He said, looking away from me again.  His had put his hands together on the table and was grasping them so tightly that his knuckles were white.  He cleared his thoat as he continued, “However, there is a sixteen year old student here named Brady Forester.  He is an expert in the subject of Lucifer’s fall and the demon’s creation.  He is going to school for Theology when he graduates.  I am sure he will be an excellent minister.