"I need your help," I said, my voice low as I stirred my coffee, glancing at Solar across the table. Lewis was lost in his own thoughts, sipping his drink without saying much, but Solar... Solar had no excuse for not getting involved.

He was here because he had nothing better to do. Nathanial, on the other hand, was off doing his duties, leaving Solar to follow me around like a shadow.

I had barely dragged myself out of bed this morning, still exhausted from the night before. Both demons had shared it with me, one on each side, their bodies radiating heat as I slept. My muscles ached, but it was a good kind of ache—satisfying, grounding.

Zarach had been insistent, his touch leaving me trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. And then, as if I hadn't had enough, Marax came in not long after, pushing me past my limits again. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so completely lost in someone. The exhaustion and the lingering pleasure left me with an odd mix of vulnerability and strength.

But the real relief came when I felt my magic stir back to life. It was like a spark had reignited inside me, a surge of power that I hadn't realized I'd been missing.

I could feel it thrumming through me, pushing away the darkness that Satan had been planting in my mind. It was a small victory, but one that meant a lot right now.

Solar glanced at me, sipping his strawberry frappuccino—the fifth one he'd tried in the past hour. He didn't even seem fazed. "How can I help you, little flame?" he asked, his voice light but tinged with curiosity.

"I need you to take me to Lucifer," I said, my tone flat, though my mind was anything but.

Lewis, who had been quietly listening, raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair. "How can the angel take you to hell?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

I arched an eyebrow in return, meeting Lewis's skeptical gaze. "Do you really think Zarach, Marax, or Nathanial will take me?" I shrugged, the irritation just beneath the surface. "They already told me no. I left it at that. But after my conversation with Satan, I know Lucifer knows more than he's letting on. He's hiding something, and I think he has the answers I need."

Solar gave a small, thoughtful hum, swirling the last of his frappuccino in his cup. "What makes you think I can take you there?" he asked, the amusement still lingering in his voice, but with a hint of seriousness behind it.

I leaned forward, fixing him with a determined look. "Help me harness my magic. If I can use demon magic, maybe I can open a portal—or at the very least, transport myself there." I paused, my voice hardening with conviction. "I need to get to him, Solar. This isn't a request anymore. It's something I have to do."

Solar was quiet for a moment, his gaze steady on me as if weighing the weight of my words. Then, with a quiet sigh, he placed the empty cup on the table and gave me a small, knowing smirk. "Alright, little flame. But I won't make any promises. You're asking for a lot, and I don't know if your magic is ready for something that big."

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I couldn't help but smile, and Lewis, who had been watching with an amused look, let out a chuckle. He flicked his straw at me, the playful gesture making me laugh as I swatted it away.

Solar, however, wasn't done. "But don't go telling the demons, or Nathanial for that matter," he continued, his tone suddenly serious, "because they'll roast my arse, and I happen to enjoy it."

I blinked at him, my eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. "Okay, Solar. Way too much information," I said, coughing to clear my throat.

Lewis, of course, couldn't resist. "I have to agree," he said, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "It's a good arse." He gave Solar a playful wink, his voice dripping with humor.

Wait, was he... flirting?

My jaw dropped. "Oh my god, Lewis. Are you flirting with him?" I asked, my voice a mix of disbelief and laughter.

Lewis just shrugged, completely unbothered, leaning back in his chair with a cocky grin. "Hey, I appreciate quality when I see it."

Solar, to his credit, just smirked, taking it all in stride. "Careful, Lewis," he warned, eyes glinting with amusement. "Flirting with an angel might get you burned."

"Lewis grinned wider, clearly unphased by Solar's teasing. "Well, if I'm gonna get burned, it better be worth it," he quipped, his gaze lingering on Solar with exaggerated charm.

I nearly choked on my coffee at that, a burst of laughter escaping me. "Lewis, I think you've officially lost it," I said, shaking my head, still trying to stifle my laughter.

Solar, not one to back down, leaned forward, his wings stretching slightly as if to make his point. "You're bold, Lewis. I'll give you that," he said with a playful smirk, his voice suddenly dropping a few degrees, as if he was considering what it would take to actually burn him. "But keep it up, and I might just show you how 'hot' I can be."

"Okay, flirting later, guys," I said, holding up a hand, "not right in front of me while I'm trying to enjoy my coffee."

I inhaled deeply, savoring the warmth and aroma of the drink. It was like a small moment of peace amidst the chaos, the comforting scent of coffee making everything feel just a little bit more manageable.

Solar smirked but raised his hands in mock surrender. "Alright, alright. No more flirting for now."

I looked out the window, my gaze lingering on the gloomy sky. It seemed like the clouds had taken over the entire sky lately, as if the world itself had given up on sunshine.

The grey, overcast weather had become the new normal, a reflection of the heaviness that seemed to follow me everywhere.

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"I know we're in the middle of winter, but why isn't it sunny anymore?" I asked, staring out at the endless grey sky, the clouds seemingly pressing down on everything.

Solar shrugged casually, sipping his drink as if the dreariness didn't faze him at all. "Well, as it gets closer to whenever this big battle between good and evil kicks off, the world's energy starts to shift. It gets... dull, for lack of a better word. A kind of quiet before the storm, I guess."

I tilted my head, considering his words. "So, the sky's not just having a bad day?" I said, trying to lighten the mood.

Solar gave me a look, amused but clearly not in the mood for jokes. "No, unfortunately. It's bigger than that. Everything's starting to align, and when the battle finally comes, the world will be a reflection of that chaos."

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Lewis gave me a look, clearly amused. "Don't you have training today?"

I let out a long sigh, slumping slightly in my seat. "Yes, unfortunately. With Keller again. He's busy this weekend, so I'm stuck with him today. And I've got a class to teach in 20 minutes."

Solar raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Sounds like a fun day. And after that?"

"After I'm done, there's an abandoned building not far from here," I said, turning to him. "I need your help to figure out how to get to Hell."

Solar leaned back, his smirk never wavering. "Alright, I can meet you there. Hope you've got a good excuse ready for those sexy demons to leave you alone while you do something that doesn't involve yourself," he chuckled. "Also, who the hell is Keller?"

Lewis made a dramatic gagging noise, his face contorted in mock disgust. "Her absolute dick of an ex," he said, rolling his eyes as if the very thought of Keller was enough to ruin his day.

I shot Lewis a glare. "Thanks for that, Lewis. Real subtle."

Solar couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, nothing like a good ol' ex to liven up the mood."

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I began to stand up, the shift in my body pulling me from the comfortable haze of the conversation. As I straightened, I glanced around the coffee shop, momentarily distracted by the low murmur of voices and the soft clinking of mugs. But something was off.

My eyes caught a strange movement across the room. Several people were seated, talking quietly or reading, but their eyes—their eyes—were suddenly black. It wasn't just a trick of the light, either. It was as if their pupils had vanished entirely, replaced with an unsettling void.

The moment stretched out, like everything had frozen in place. I felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle as I stared, heart racing in my chest.

And just as quickly as they appeared, the black eyes were gone—along with the people. They vanished into thin air, leaving only empty seats and the echo of the soft hum of the café.

I blinked, my breath catching in my throat.

"Lewis... Solar..." I murmured, turning to them, but they were both focused on their drinks, completely unaware of what had just happened.

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"What's up?" Lewis asked, his expression shifting from playful to concerned as he looked at me.

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping up my spine. "Demons. Well, I think they are," I replied, voice low. "But they aren't attacking."

Solar leaned in slightly, his eyes narrowing as he caught my tone. "What do you mean, 'they aren't attacking'? If they're demons, and they're just watching, that's... not a good sign."

I glanced around again, but the people who'd vanished were long gone, and the café seemed normal once more. "I'm not sure," I admitted. "For a second, they had black eyes—like they were possessed or something. Then they disappeared, like they were never even there."

Lewis looked uneasy, his usual cocky demeanor slipping for a moment. "You think they're following you?"

I nodded slowly. "It's possible. They're not making a move yet, but I don't think they're here by accident."

Solar glanced around the coffee shop, his eyes scanning the room, though the usual carefree expression had faded from his face. He stood up abruptly, his movements sharp and purposeful.

"Not many demons have the power to come up here," he said, his voice low, almost too serious. "Only the higher-ups. Which means..." He paused, as if weighing his words carefully, before meeting my gaze. "The line between this world and Hell is becoming weaker."

A chill ran through me at his words, the implications settling heavily in the pit of my stomach. "Weaker? Like... the barriers are breaking down?"

Solar nodded grimly, his wings shifting behind him, as if they too felt the weight of the moment. "Exactly. It's the only explanation. If they're starting to manifest here so easily, then something's shifting—and it's not a good sign."

Lewis shifted in his seat, the playful edge to his voice now gone. "So, what, we're looking at Hell opening up in the middle of the city? Just what we need."

I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was spiraling out of control. "This is bad, right? What do we do?"

"It means more demons will be coming for you," Solar said, his voice steady but laced with tension. "To either kill you, or drag you straight to Satan. He's lazy like that." He glanced at me, his expression hardening. "Go do your dancing or whatever, take Lewis. I'm going to speak to Nathanial. I'll meet you later."

Before I could respond, he turned on his heel, his wings unfurling behind him with a soft rustle, and in the blink of an eye, he was gone. The abruptness of it left a silence in the air, like a storm had just passed through.

Lewis let out a slow breath. "Well, that was... dramatic," he muttered, looking at the empty space where Solar had just been.

I wasn't sure how to feel. Solar's words weighed heavily on me, but I knew there wasn't time to dwell. More demons were on the way, and there was no way I was going to let them drag me back to Hell.

"Come on," I said to Lewis, pushing my chair back and standing up. "Let's get this over with."

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"Miss Athena, I missed you!" Benny called out, his voice bright and full of energy. He came running over, wrapping his arms around me in an exuberant hug that made me laugh.

I hugged him back, ruffling his messy hair. "Benny, you're a bundle of energy as always."

Lewis raised an eyebrow and shot Benny a teasing look. "Still crushing on your teacher, squirt?" he teased, a smirk playing on his lips.

Benny didn't miss a beat, sticking his tongue out at Lewis. "Well, she likes me better than you," he shot back confidently, grinning like he'd just won a battle.

I couldn't help but chuckle at their back-and-forth. "Alright, alright, no need to fight over me," I said, putting my hands up in mock surrender. "I like you both... in different ways."

Benny gave me one more quick hug before dashing back to his friends, his excited chatter filling the air as he ran off. I watched him for a moment, shaking my head with a smile.

I nudged Lewis playfully. "Don't wind him up like that," I said, raising an eyebrow.

Lewis let out a laugh, clearly amused. "What? I'm just having a little fun," he said with a mischievous grin. "Besides, it's not every day I get to mess with the kid who thinks I'm in competition with him for your attention."

I rolled my eyes, but the grin tugging at my lips betrayed me. "You're impossible, you know that?"

Before I began teaching my dance class, Lewis took my hand, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more serious. His grip was firm, almost as if he was trying to ground me in that moment. "You are my best friend, Athena," he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "And I love you. I wish you weren't caught up in all of this shit. It's not fair, and I hate seeing you have to go through it."

I looked at him, startled by the raw honesty in his words. "Lewis—"

He cut me off, his eyes locking with mine, his gaze intense. "Just know this: I'm by your side, through all of it. No matter what happens. Unlike Meghan." His voice softened, but there was an edge to it, a quiet anger that bubbled beneath the surface.

I squeezed his hand, my chest tight with emotions I hadn't expected. "Thank you," I whispered, trying to fight back the lump in my throat. "You don't know how much that means to me."

Meghan wont return any of our calls. Shes never once messaged us since she left.

I hugged Lewis tightly, his familiar presence grounding me for a moment. But as I glanced over his shoulder, my eyes caught on something in the corner of the room—a shadow that didn't belong. Two faint, glowing eyes pierced through the dimness, unblinking and eerily still.

I stiffened, my grip on Lewis tightening. Demons. Again. I was seeing them more and more with each passing day, as if they were closing in, watching my every move. They weren't attacking—yet—but their constant presence was enough to send a chill crawling up my spine.

"Are you okay?" Lewis asked, pulling back slightly to look at me. His concern was genuine, but I couldn't bring myself to tell him what I'd seen. Not this time.

"I'm fine," I said quickly, forcing a small smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Just... tired."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but thankfully, he didn't press me. My eyes flicked back to the corner, but the shadow and its glowing eyes were gone. Disappeared, as if they'd never been there at all.

But I knew better. They were watching. Always watching.

I knew the sooner I met Lucifer, the better—but Marax and Zarach had made it painfully clear they weren't going to let that happen. Every time I brought it up, they shut me down, their usual playful banter replaced with stone-cold seriousness.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that Lucifer held the key to everything I needed to know. The demons, the growing rift between worlds, the power I barely understood—he knew something, and I needed those answers.

And then there was Nathanial. Heaven was the other half of this twisted equation, and I'd have to convince him to take me there. No small feat, considering how protective he'd been lately, not to mention his own reluctance to share what he knew.

Lewis leaned in and kissed my cheek, his grin as cheeky as ever. "I'll be right here, coach," he teased, flopping into a nearby chair and kicking back like he owned the place.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. Turning to the group of eager faces in front of me, I clapped my hands together to get their attention. "Alright, everyone! Let's start with our warm-ups!"

The kids cheered, their energy already filling the room as they scattered into place. I glanced back at Lewis, who gave me a thumbs-up, pretending to stretch from his seat like he was part of the class. Typical.

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"Are you even taking this seriously, Keller?" I snapped, planting my hands on my hips. "The audition is in a week, and all you can do is check your phone every two minutes. Tell your girlfriend to knock it off until you're done."

Keller barely glanced up from his screen, his jaw tightening in irritation. "It's not my girlfriend," he muttered, shoving the phone into his pocket.

I scoffed, ignoring the twinge of old bitterness his words stirred. "Whatever. Just focus, alright? We're stuck doing this together whether we like it or not, so you could at least pretend you care."

Being paired with my ex-boyfriend for this duet was some kind of cruel joke by the dance company.

Keller hadn't been my idea of a good partner even when we were dating, and now, with all the baggage between us, it was like pulling teeth just to get through a practice.

The day had started well enough. My class with the kids went smoothly, their infectious energy giving me a brief respite from the growing tension in my life. But as soon as Keller and I began rehearsing, everything went downhill.

Lewis had already made a mercy run to grab food before I completely lost it and punched Keller in the face. And now, with demons lurking just outside the studio windows—silent, watching—and the grey, oppressive sky pressing down on me, my patience was razor-thin.

"You're not the only one with better things to do, you know," I said, my voice sharp. "But I'm here, giving this everything I've got. You could try doing the same."

Keller finally looked at me, his expression unreadable. "I didn't ask for this either, Athena. We're both stuck here, so spare me the lecture."

"Then stop acting like you don't care!" I shot back, my frustration bubbling over.

The music started again, but neither of us moved, the air between us crackling with unresolved tension. I glanced toward the window, half-hoping for a distraction, but the shadows I'd seen earlier were gone.

"Fine," I snapped, stepping into position, already regretting every life choice that had led me to this moment. "Let's just get this over with."

Keller smirked, brushing his hair back as he took his place across from me. "Always so enthusiastic, Athena. It's one of the things I missed about you."

I shot him a glare. "Miss it quietly, Keller. We've got work to do."

The music started, a sultry, hypnotic melody that wrapped around the room like smoke. I took a deep breath, stepping forward and extending my arm toward him. He met me halfway, his hand sliding down my wrist to clasp my fingers.

"Careful," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "You might start to enjoy yourself."

I rolled my eyes, pulling back sharply as the choreography demanded. "Don't flatter yourself."

He caught me again, his hands firm on my waist as he lifted me into the air, my legs sweeping gracefully before I landed lightly back on my feet. His face was far too close to mine, his breath warm against my cheek.

"You're really good at pretending you don't like this," he said, his tone al