Luzbel froze.
It wasn't just surprise…
Yes, hearing his full name had shaken her—there was something in it, in the way it sounded, that was already unsettling—but that… that wasn't what paralyzed her.
It was that sentence.
—I come from another world.
She didn't hear it… she felt it.
It pierced through her mind like an echo that refused to fade.
Her thoughts began to collide with each other—chaotic, violent, out of control.
Is he saying it because he's different…?
Or is he saying it… literally?
She tried to cling to reason. To something safe. To something that didn't shatter reality into pieces.
A metaphor.
It had to be a metaphor.
Because the other possibility… wasn't just absurd…
It was terrifying.
If it was true… then everything she knew was incomplete.
Everything she believed about the world… was a lie.
That meant her world wasn't the only one.
That out there… in the darkness she had never questioned… there were others.
Other worlds.
Other lives.
Other things… things she knew nothing about.
Her breath caught.
She stood up without realizing when she had done it, and began pacing back and forth, erratic, as if movement alone could organize the chaos in her head.
But it didn't.
Her hands trembled. Her breathing turned uneven. Her eyes couldn't settle anywhere… because everything—absolutely everything—felt different.
She didn't know what to say.
She didn't know what to do.
She didn't know how to react to something that simply… shouldn't be possible.
Finally, she stopped.
She looked at him.
And in that instant, something inside her gave way.
She stepped closer… and dropped to her knees in front of him.
Her hands reached for Morgan's desperately.
But even that… now she doubted.
—J-just… just to be sure…
Her voice cracked, breaking apart between uncertainty and disbelief.
—Y-you're not speaking metaphorically… right…?
The silence that followed was unbearable.
Morgan looked at her… and something new appeared in his eyes.
Doubt.
Not about what he had said… but about what he had caused.
He saw the tremor in her hands.
The fragility in her voice.
The fear—raw, exposed, impossible to hide.
For a moment, he considered taking it back.
Saying yes.
That it was a metaphor.
That everything had been a misunderstanding.
He could do it.
He could give her world back to her, intact.
He could spare her from that abyss.
But no.
Not after what she had given him.
Not after her trust.
Not after her truth.
Morgan inhaled deeply.
He closed his eyes… as if doing so might help him gather the courage he lacked.
And then… he shook his head.
No words.
Luzbel shot to her feet.
It wasn't a natural movement… it was a reaction. A desperate one.
She began pacing again, aimlessly, back and forth, over and over, as if the ground itself could no longer contain everything inside her mind. Her steps were erratic, uneven… each turn sharper than the last.
She was thinking.
Or trying to.
But there was no order—only noise.
—This can't be real…
(she barely whispered)
Because now she understood.
The danger was no longer a possibility…
It was a certainty.
And not just any danger.
If anyone found out what Morgan was… what he truly was… there would be no escape. No mercy. No second chances.
They had to protect him.
At any cost.
Morgan stood up cautiously, watching her with concern, taking a step toward her.
—Miss… are you alri—
He didn't finish.
Luzbel's hand rose sharply.
A small gesture…
But absolute.
Silence.
Morgan froze instantly.
And then…
Silence again.
A dense, suffocating silence.
Luzbel stopped moving.
Her breathing was uneven… her thoughts, chaos.
And then—
She turned.
She walked straight toward him.
Fast.
Too fast.
Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, almost trembling.
Her eyes… held no calm.
Only urgency.
Fear.
—Listen…
(her voice faltered slightly)
—this is too important… too important…
She swallowed, trying to steady herself—but it was useless.
—Thank you for trusting me… truly… but this… this can't stay just between us.
Her grip tightened.
—They need to know.
Without giving him time to respond, she let go and rushed out of the room.
—Miss Luzbel, wait!
Morgan stepped after her.
But it was useless.
—Wait here!
(she ordered without turning back)
—Don't leave. Under any circumstances.
And she was gone.
The door shut.
Silence returned… but this time, it was different.
Heavier.
Morgan remained standing for a few seconds… motionless.
Then… he gave in.
He let himself fall onto the bed, leaning his back against the wall. His hand covered his face, as if trying to hide from himself.
—What… the hell did I just do…?
There was no real anger in his voice.
Only… frustration.
And fear.
Of himself.
Time passed slowly.
Too slowly.
And then—
The door burst open.
The impact echoed through the entire room.
Zarathoz, Satana, and Galahad were practically shoved inside, stumbling from the force.
—What the hell is wrong with you, Luzbel?!
Zarathoz snapped, clearly irritated.
—What the hell is this?!
Luzbel came in behind them, breathless, her breathing uneven.
She shut the door quickly.
Locked.
Checked.
Listened.
Made sure no one was there.
Zarathoz frowned, confused… annoyed.
Satana and Galahad exchanged glances, completely lost.
The tension was suffocating.
—Well?
Zarathoz pressed, irritated.
—Are you going to tell us what the hell got into you? Because honestly… you look like you've lost your mind.
Luzbel lowered her gaze.
Her hands trembled.
Her chest rose and fell with difficulty.
—T-this…
(her voice failed)
—you all need to hear this…
—Hear what, Miss Luzbel?
Satana asked, more confused than alarmed… for now.
Then…
Luzbel raised her gaze.
Slowly.
And fixed it on Morgan.
—Morgan… please… tell them what you told me.
The air in the room froze.
All three turned at once.
Their eyes locked onto him.
Expectant.
Incredulous.
Suspicious.
Morgan held their gazes.
One by one.
But he didn't speak.
The silence grew.
Stretched.
Became unbearable.
As if time itself hesitated to move forward.
Morgan closed his eyes for a moment.
Took a deep breath.
When he opened them again… there was no turning back.
—Alright…
His voice was low.
Tired.
But firm.
—I'll tell you too.
End of chapter.
Next chapter: damn.