“Uh, Lucy? (Wasn't she just teasing me?)” He wondered.

“Don't worry, that answer isn't enough for me to give up.” She responded as she slumped on the couch.

“What a nasty habit you have. This boy would mean nothing to you if not for Louise.” Satan answered as he rubbed the back of his head and hair in her face.

She pushed him off and looked ready to say something but kept her mouth shut.

“Satan, please don't tease me, who knows what sort of unpleasant things might escape my mouth in embarrassment.” She softly stated as she lifted him up and turned him around to face her.

Satan allowed himself to lift up like a child and swayed back and forth until Lucy gently set him back on the floor.

“Alright, Lucy could ask another question?”

“Ask as many as you'd like Tibaut.”

“Do you know anything worthwhile?”

The woman couldn't help but twitch at such a comment, while a small smirk appeared on Satan's lips.

“I feel this troublemaker has rubbed off a bit too much on you, Tibaut.”

“No disrespect, but you're not real. So I kinda care about getting answers at the moment, rather than being polite.” He bluntly answered. He couldn't help but feel a bit cruel watching her listen to his words. Even if she wasn't real she certainly seemed it.

“I- I understand. And yes, I can provide some useful information.” She said as if she'd been shot.

“Like where you are right now?”

“Yes.” She plainly answered.

“Really, then where are you?”

She turned away from him and rested her head on the couch’s armrest.

“Uh, Lucy, can I get an answer?”

“Humph.” She muttered as she ignored him.

“It seems the picture has gotten offended,” Satan said as he walked to Tibaut and sat beside him on the armrest.

“Satan, are you sure she isn't real?” He gently asked.

“I can guarantee what you're seeing is not the true form of Lucifer.”

“Then what's this weight on my heart…” Tibaut asked as an unpleasant aura surrounded him. He turned back to her and clasped his hands, “Please Lucy, it's really important!”

She continued giving him the silent treatment, for another minute or so before she spoke.

“Hug me.”

“Huh?”

“Hug me and you'll be forgiven.” The woman stated.

Tibaut shrugged his shoulders before leaning against her and hugging her.

“Tighter.” She commanded, though her voice made it sound like a plea.

She lifted herself up as Tibaut squeezed tighter and the woman soon hugged him with far more force than he would have expected.

“I'm in- Terra Luciferi?” She asked as she looked at Satan.

“That name will suffice for now. But this was information we already knew about, Tibaut.”

“We did?”

“Do you not remember what that blue-haired girl told you?”

“Ugh, I had so little sleep thanks to a certain asshole, the only thing I remember before waking up next to her in the dungeon was her talking to a horse. Okay, next question-”

“Tell me you love me if you want it.”

“...”

“It's okay if you lie.” She pathetically added.

“I-I love you.” He said. Although it was two words he managed to sound more artificial than a robot as he said it.

“Ask it.”

“Are you leading the cult?”

“I don't think so. After what I've been through I can't imagine falling back to my old ways.”

“I'll withhold my own judgment until I have further data,” Satan added.

“One last thing,” Tibaut stated. “Why are you so-”

“Is there a feature of me you're unsatisfied with?” She softly asked.

“No, no it's just… when I heard the name Lucifer I was expecting something a lot more scary. It's honestly scary how nice you've been. You're honestly more of an angel than the devil.”

She simply smiled at his statement and left it at that.

“But, uh, man, why are they even trying to revive you in the first place then?”

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“Perhaps they wish to take my power? It may not be a simple revival as they may wish to divide my power and take it amongst themselves.”

“You just had to go there didn't you?” Satan added with a hint of venom in his tone.

She turned to him and stuck her tongue out before looking back at Tibaut.

“My power stretched to be divided one hundred times would be enough power to take over the country in the right hands. Divided ten ways and they'd have the power to end all life on this planet with a concerted effort.”

“Shit, that's the type of power they want?”

“Or maybe she's lying to you to hide her embarrassment of attempting world conquest yet again,” Satan answered. “Miss Photo, I'll have to ask you to pipe down on the chattiness unless you're speaking facts.”

“Hmph, he's the only one I care about believing in me.” She answered.

“Ugh, I'm not sure how to process all this. Can we continue with the memories, I want to see if there were any obvious tells from Louise about something being up.”

“Luckily for you, you can witness their relationship first-hand from this next memory. It seems it's another one she put under lock.”

“Oh,” Lucy said in surprise. “No, this one should be fine for his viewing.” She whispered to herself.

“What is that?”

“Nothing Tibaut, feel free to think as long as you'd like while this memory plays.”

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Miguel woke up on his couch with two women above him. Did he die and go to heaven? Or was this a Muslim heaven where being a good person had rewarded him with countless virgins?

“Like I said, he's not my boyfriend, so leave him out of your shit!”

“Calm down, my friend, I'm simply testing him as I have the others.”

His eyes opened to get a better look at them.

“Shut up, he's awake,” Louise stated.

“This could have been avoided if not for your overreaction. You really should treat a treasured man with more care.”

“H-huh? Who are you?” Tibaut asked with his eyes now glued to the blonde woman.

“She's Lucy. Remember, you met her at the door before you passed out. Gosh, imagine passing out over a woman, are you that hungry Miguel?”

“What, I'd never!” He shouted. “I'm not that down bad, I probably just uh-”

“Don't worry Miguel, Louise was pacing around the room with a pale expression until you woke up,” Lucy added.

Louise tried to punch her shoulder and Lucy swiftly dodged.

“Uh, right, you said you were looking for her. Um, nice to meet you?” He asked as he held out his hand while taking in her body.

“Nice to meet you? You know this slu- woman.” Louise answered.

“I do?”

Louise moved in close to his ear and whispered slightly. “She's that girl in high-school that you wanted a thigh job from.”

Miguel quickly tried to cover her mouth but he was no match for her unrivalled strength.

“She's also the woman your brother cheated on me with!” She said far more aggressively.

The woman looked remorseful as Miguel looked at her.

“It's true.” She said ashamed. “He told me had separated from Louise in secret but I couldn't have been more misled. Nonetheless, it was my fault for not asking Louise about it first. She has every right to hate me.” The blonde woman stated. Tears had started to form on her face.

“I-is that true?” He asked.

“Mostly,” Louise answered.

“I'm… I'm so sorry for betraying such a friend.” Lucy stated as she burst into tears.

“Oh for the love of- cut this shit out.”

“Don't you think you're a bit harsh Louise?” Miguel commented.

“Wha- Nevermind.” She answered, irritation plastered over her face.

Lucy moved herself into Miguel's arms and gave him a hug that took the man off guard.

“Hopefully a kind man like you can get rid of Louise's more unkind ways,” Lucy said.

Getting hugged by a random person wasn't Miguel would normally be too fond of, but with a woman like her, he just couldn't bring himself to resist and tried his best to hide a smile that approached his face.

“I thought you didn't want to date people your brother dated, Miguel.” Louise coldly stated as she forcefully dragged the blonde off, nearly pulling him off the couch.

His mind was disorientated from being forced into this and tried his best to put some coherent thoughts together.

“This anger doesn't befit you, Louise, would you like to discuss more in private so the boy doesn't have to hear?”

“You dumb bitch, stop saying weird shit like that!”

“Like what? Is the fact that you're a-”

Louise grabbed the woman's mouth and slammed her into the floor, leaving a permanent crack on his tiling. Tibaut looked at them in disbelief and nearly had his jaw drop as the blonde woman seemed comfortable and capable of speaking after such a barbaric display of strength.

She reached her hand towards Louise and slowly managed to push her hand off her mouth.

“Please calm yourself Louise, I'm not sure the boy would survive one of our scuffles.”

“God be damned, why did you say that? Now we really are gonna have to fudge with his memory!”

(“Did you not think it necessary after slamming my head into the floor?”)

“Louise, what's going on!?” Miguel asked in concern. “I know you're one thing but for a minute there I thought you killed her.”

She turned to him with a bitter expression on her face. She slowly walked up to him and clenched his hand. She felt his heartbeat rise from such a simple action and wore a smile as he slowly blacked out.

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Miguel woke up in his bed in a cold sweat. He remembered something happening earlier that shocked him but he wasn't sure what it was. It involved Louise he was assured but what extraordinary feat could she possibly have in her sleeve that he hadn't seen yet?

Someone gave his door a few knocks and before he could they barged in.

“Oh, you're awake now?” Louise said. “Dude, how did you manage to black out as soon as I turned off the A/C?”

“Why would you turn off the A/C?” He asked.

“Uh, to cut down on the power bill. But I guess you've been taking it easy for too long for too long in this place.” She said as she made her way over. She sat beside him on the bed and texted something on her phone before turning her attention back to him.

“Seriously though, are you alright? What do you remember before passing out?”

“I'm fine but, huh.”

“Huh, what?”

“No, I just felt I was talking to you before I blacked out but…”

“Talking to me? I saw you in your chair sprawled out.”

“Huh, I guess it was just a dream.”

“A dream? What kind of dream are you having about me anyway?”

“Well this wasn't so bad-” He stopped himself. And a smirk grew on the lips of Louise.

“Wasn't so bad? Miguel, what kind of dreams are you having about me?”

He turned away as thought of an answer.

“Pst, I guess being here all day is taking its toll on you. Maybe I should- (Sigh, I shouldn't bother talking like that anymore. Now that bitch has her eyes on him… it's not like I had those feelings for him anyway.) Find you a girlfriend or something.”

“Screw off, I see you a lot, why wouldn't I dream about you?”

“Yeah right, I just hope you'll dream about proper women one day. (I'll be fine if she manages to get you to dislike me but Miguel, please have the strength to resist her).”