"So...I hadn't fully become the Prophesied?"

"That's the idea."

I made a face.

"I still don't get what this has to do with me getting hit by an arrow."

Lucifer sighed.

"Have you ever heard of Achilles?"

"The heel guy?"

"Total prick. He was dipped in the Styx as a child and it made him invincible."

"So I'm supposed to be invincible?" I asked incredulously, trying to ignore the pain shooting up my arm.

"We're still figuring that out." Lucifer admitted, "The prophecy wasn't...very specific."


Charon stepped into the tent, bags under his eyes.

"He means me."

I looked from him to Lucifer, scratching at the bandages looped around my shoulder.

" mystery powers were late, and I got hit by an arrow." I started, trying to comprehend the absurdity of the situation.

"Exactly." Charon confirmed, "You didn't die because the prophecy protected you, but it was early enough that you were sent into a coma instead."

I ran a hand through my hair, which to my disgust was slick with sweat.

"And this whole prophecy business...why wasn't I told about it earlier, exactly?"

Charon looked sheepish.


"Not in the mood." I growled, narrowing my eyes.

"We've had our share of disappointments with the prophecy. We had to be sure it was you, and not some kind of elaborate fluke."

"Let me get this straight." I started, "You've been banking on me being some demonic Harry Potter to save your dimension, and you're not even sure that it's me?! Is this why I was made Commander?!"

My voice was rising in pitch. I was on the verge of screaming.

Charon looked like he might move to deny me but Lucifer gave me an answer.


I resisted the urge to strangle him.

"God...this is....just..."

I was pacing the tent, my tail whipping around in a frenzy.

Lucifer grabbed my arm but I tore it away, grunting in pain as I felt the wound starting to bleed again.

"You should really take it easy..." Charon started, hesitant.

"Take it easy?" I hissed, "Take it easy?"

"That's what I said." he muttered.

"I've been used and lied to since I got here!" I yelled, my blood boiling, "And I'm supposed to take it easy?!"

"Actually, you've been lied to far before you came to hell, if you'll recall." Lucifer offered, looking at his nails again.

"And you!" I started, giving him an accusatory look, "I can't believe I took an arrow for you!"

"I have that effect on women." he shrugged, "It's hardly my fault."

I stared, stupefied.

"You're immortal!"


"So that means I took a damn arrow to the heart for no reason!" 

I was beyond consoling.

"Actually," Charon started awkwardly, "It was a pretty special arrow."

I looked at him, sighing.


"The fletching had feathers from Death, the shaft was made from a branch of the Tree of Life, and the arrowhead was-"

"-Special, I get it." I cut him off, "So they had a really nice arrow."

"There was a lot of power concentrated into that arrow. It wouldn't have killed His Highness, but...he would be out of battle. For a while."

The End

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