In love with the Devil's son

10:45pm TMT, the clock of humanity was running up, for the heavenly war was at hand.

Sitting at the corner table of the Dark Rainbow Diner, with an aura as black as the bottom of the great nothingness; Nezha; the son Lucifer, leader of The Seven Deadly Sins. He had come to earth in search of the ultimate weapon, a weapon powerful enough to destroy the entire universe and kill the Creator himself; the “Brahmastra”.

Nezha knew even though he had the Seven Deadly Sins with him on this quest, only him, being the Antichrist could destroy the Creator. This was his fated cross, however, it was one he was ready to carry with a smug grin on his face and his horns up high.

As he waited for the seven deadly sins to arrive, so they could begin their quest- in finding the Brahmastra, he began sipping his coffee ever slowly so as to cherish its taste, for to him Coffee was the only good he could boldly say humans had created over their course of existence.

Stealing glances at the doorway of the cafe; watching humans walk in and out without a clue in the world of what was about to happen

“Humans, such pathetic creatures, some go about with their lives believing they are in control of their fate, thinking that they somehow have complete control over the path ahead of them,

others spend their entire lives believing in the Creator, thinking that they are his most prized possession, and that loves them the same way they love, cherish and adore him… how sad”

“Who are you talking to?” The waitress asked, jolting him back to reality; she had come to take his final order before ending her shift for the day.

“Oh, I’m just thinking… talking to myself, you can leave, I am in no need of your service” He said, without really looking up at her, his eyes bent on his coffee.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and I heard you say something about it been sad that some people believe and think the Creator loves us back the same way we love, and personally I am one of those people so I don’t think its right for you to judge us like that… I mean maybe we are right maybe we are wrong… either ways, it’s

not exactly a crime to believe or have a little bit of faith is it?” She said.

Nezha, finally looking up after staring into his coffee for so long like it held the secret location of the BRAHMASTRA, he was dumbstruck as he let his eyes wander over her olive pearled skin, and her dark brown hair which bounced lightly over her shoulders, complementing her light brown eyes that looked somewhat gold.

In all of his eons, never had he seen such beauty so eloquent yet so simple, with an aura radiant enough to fuel seven suns.

Not knowing what to make of his facial expression, even in admiration Nezha had a blank polka face.

“Ooh I am so sorry for intruding, my shift ends in five minutes so I came to ask if there was anything I could get you before I leave” She said.

Ignoring her apology Nezha let out a smirk and said “So tell me beautiful human lady, what do you think will happen if the Creator dies”

“Firstly the name is Emily…Emily Dogan…” she said as she took a seat opposite him, and beamed a smile at him, one he did not quite catch.

“Secondly… I don’t think it’s even possible for the Creator to you know…die, I mean he is omnipresent, omniscient and most of all omnipotent for a reason. But hypothetically speaking, if the Creator were to kick the bucket (shrugging comically before continuing), I feel

like the entire world would fall into chaos and the universe would unravel on itself”

With a smirk on his face; contrary to his usual encounter with humans, Nezha was a little bit intrigued by her answer.

“So tell me Emily…. what drew to such conclusion” he asked.

“Well, what is a creation without itsbcreator... plus come to think of it, the idea of the existence of a Creator is what keeps everything in order, you know the promise heaven and all that…. without the Creator entire world would fall into anarchy and the greatest of evils would befall the earth… so yeah that’s just a slice of how important the existence of the Creator is” She uttered.

Nezha couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, he couldn’t understand why she placed so much faith in someone she hadn't even met.

“What, I don’t remember saying anything funny” Emily said as she smiled in confusion as to why he was amused by her response.

Nezha was about to give her a reply when he heard a voice in his head; it was Belphegor, member of the seven deadly

sins; the demon sin of sloth.

“Your highness, the rest of the sins are ready and waiting on you” he said.

Taking a deep exhale “Okay then, I will be joining you soon” Nezha said.

“Excuse me” she said, in confused to what he had just said, for it had no correlation whatsoever to

their prior conversation, almost as if he was talking to someone else, except there was no one else except them.

“I’m sorry I have to leave, but it nice talking to you, I hope to see around some other time” Nezha said as he rose to his feet and made for the exit in somewhat of a hurry.

“Okay… my pleasure” she replied, still seated and confused.

As Nezha walked out the Dinner, Emily’s final words concerning the importance of Creator existence kept ringing in his head.

“...well, I guess we’ll find out soon enough, for we are at the beginning of the end and all forces towards the heavenly war have been set in motion with just one piece of the puzzle left, the BRAHMASTRA”.