I hadn't been lingering around the halls for a few minutes before I found Eversio walking beside me and nearly jumped out of my skin.

"Did you just materialize out of thin air?" I asked, trying to get my adrenaline under control.

He chuckled.

"No. It's called shadow-walking. It's a demon thing. I'll teach it to you one day."

Right, of course you will.

"So, why aren't you partying with your dad and the others?" I asked, yawning, "You rather tell me what a horrible commander I am?"

Eversio shrugged.

"As the resident killjoy I don't party much. You could probably guess that."

"As the resident nerd you can probably guess that I don't either."

His golden eyes glittered with amusement.

"You shouldn't worry too much about the whole military council thing. I might as well tell you now that hell hasn't gone to war for a few thousand years. We can usually defend ourselves with sheer numbers."

"What about that border dispute with purgatory?" I asked, trying not to trip on the skirt of my dress. 

"How do you know about that?" Eversio asked, the surprise evident on his face.

"Uh...well...I kind of heard you and your dad talking about it, remember?"

"Oh. Right." he paused before continuing, "They're a bunch of chickens there. Not going to mess with a power like hell."

He turned to me suddenly with a mischievous grin on his face.

"You want to see something cool?"

"This seems like a bad idea. You know what, it is a bad idea. We should just go back inside and pretend this never happened-"

Eversio looked at me with annoyance.

"And people think I'm a killjoy. Just watch, for crying out loud."

"If you need help I'm sure there are some great therapists in hell you can talk to. You don't have to do this." I offered, "There are lots of options."

He laughed from his place at the battlements, perched on a stone wall who knew how high off the ground. Yeah, we were on top of a tower. Yeah, it was scary. 

"I'm not about to commit suicide, okay?"

A second after he said that, he jumped. 

Despite my fear I ran forward, leaning over in horror. The prince of hell was nowhere to be seen.

The End

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