[continuation of chapter one]
.... He spread his arms, as two girls put a white robe on him, and after that, he strode over and poured out two glasses of wine.
He gave one to his brother and said,
"Shall we discuss about the pact, then?"
Elivar's eye let out a dim glint as his already azured eye shimmered for a fleeting moment with a cerulean flare that flickered briefly before dissolving. In a surreal blink, two office chairs materialized beside them. Those kinds that, when someone sits, they can rotate around and around.
Lucivar arched a brow, his face twisted with barely restrained mockery, as he fought back the laughter that grew around it. For crying out loud, this is the twenty-first century and his brother is still acting as ancient as Job.
Who, by now, uses office chairs to relax? There are way cooler chairs for relaxing. He shook his head as he wondered what would happen then if he introduced him to the massage recliner. Who knows?
Maybe then he would go mad over it, totally obsessed or even addicted to it. He chuckled at the thought.
After Elivar had handed him a drink, he sat down on one of the office chairs and whirled around in two rotations as he sneered,
"Oh, how I love this chair."
Lucivar smiled. Should he show him the massaging couch? Well, everything that Elivar was doing now, he had learnt from him. He had once walked up on him with a bunch of naked girls, claiming to be the Lord of Light and ascetic, but see him now, doing the same thing with a bunch of ancient whores.
Elivar should know that I am the devil, Lucivar pondered, and not emulate my actions; rather, I should emulate his. Besides, he's my elder. He came out before me.
On this thought, he dismissed the idea of getting the massaging couch. He had spoiled his brother too much that now he wonders who the devil is between them.
Slumping onto the office chair, he let out a kind of bellow,
"The pact?… right."
Elivar looked at him, and then his eyes moved to the giggling girls that were all sat on the couch, some of them now kissing and touching themselves, waiting for Elivar to get back to them.
"You want some?"
Lucivar looked at him, and at that instant, he understood what he meant by 'some.' A smile flickered to his face, more of a mocking smile, as he said,
"No… those girls are not the type I flirt with these days… they are ancient, just like you, brother."
Elivar frowned. his composure cracking.
"You think you are always better than me, huh? You devil."
Lucivar loved it when he got provoked, and right now, he was enjoying that moment, one out of many, just like other times. He took a deep sip from his glass cup.
"Urgh… how do you manage to drink this? This is ancient red wine, and the worst one man, brother, you got the awfullest taste in things."
This time, Elivar couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he was the good one had made him lack the innate inkling of how to annoy someone, something his brother wielded masterfully, and now he was frustrated.
Lucivar continued,
"You know, you look so handsome whenever you are unnerved and agitated. And whenever you call me devil... hell yeah, that is just what I am, it validates my entire existence.."
Elivar replied with a smile across his face. It seemed like he had gotten some ideas of how to make Lucivar angry as well.
"Oh yeah? You know, for an evil like you, a darkness… you always flee when I come. You know? As the light that I am, I make you disappear cause light always triumphs over darkness."
Lucivar let out a chilled laugh. The girls in the room got drawn to him. He looked very hot as he laughed, and now all their attention was on him. It made Elivar sick and more envious of him. Who knows? Maybe he just wants to be like him.
With a slithering voice, as deep and soothing as usual, Lucivar said,
"Like I'm running away now, huh? If you are the light you claim to be, why am I sitting here with you instead of running away from you already? Oh, brother, you are so hilarious."
Elivar smacked his lips. Damn, Lucivar could counter someone's attack. How did he just come up with that idea? But he persisted, today, Lucivar is not going to triumph over him.
"Right. But I'm always better than you in everything… oh, what do they call it? Beyoncé?"
"Beyonders," Lucivar chirped in, correcting him.
"Oh, for a while there, it got me. You got the name of your willed servants from Beyoncé and you just amended it to Beyonders… silly."
Lucivar just ignored his words. He knew Elivar was trying to get him angry, but he always forgot one thing: he was the devil, and he was the one in charge of anger.
Elivar still talking,
"…but my Tranxcended... "
"Did you say Tranxcended?" Lucivar snapped, cutting him off.
"Yes… cool name, right?"
"Nah… not cool. It sounds like Power Rangers to me. Don't tell me you got the name of your Earth defenders from the kids' cartoon channel, cause that would be awful and embarrassing."
These words hit Elivar, it stung hard. It was just as if, all this while that he had been trying to get his brother angry, he was only setting the base for him to strike instead.
"Fuck you, brother."
Lucivar chuckled, sipping from his wine ignorantly as he said, with utter derision,
"You shouldn't be saying that… or have you forgotten? You are the good twin, the Lord of Light… urgh, what a lame name."
Elivar now was red. Anger surged through his veins as if they had replaced his blood.
"But my Tranxcended are always doing better than your Beyoncé. You know, it is almost as if they are the ones defending Earth. They have good hearts. They care. And they didn't kill their mother when they were being born."
At these words, it seemed he had triumphed, because the cold and unreadable smile that was on Lucivar's face had whooshed away, only to be replaced with a tight jaw.
That comment struck deeper than Elivar realized, or perhaps exactly as deep as intended.
Lucivar remembered how God, their father, had despised him for that. He was just a baby and hadn't known his actions, but truth be told, he had known. For he killed his mom at birth.
But what made him angry was that people shouldn't see it that way. Rather, they should see it as something that has the possibility of happening, since normally women die at childbirth.
If not because his brother didn't make him feel that way, he would have never sided with him to save Earth. Although siding with him to save Earth, he had his own reasons apart from that.
But now he feels like his brother is trying to use that past event to get to him. Was he really joking, or was he serious? Maybe he has started feeling the pain now.
No.
He can't give him that edge. He's the devil, and that should not bother him. He doesn't care. That woman deserved to die. And maybe later they would come to understand his reasons.
The smile, that seemed it might have reached the other side of the world, had now come back to his face, throwing Elivar off from his already hanging-around joy.
"Maybe the Tranxcended that have high rank are more than the Beyonders that have high ranks, but that doesn't determine the fact that your Earth defenders are better than mine."
Clearing his throat, and leaning forward with a theatrical flourish, Lucivar continued,
"I would like to propose something to add to the pact. Both of us are going to choose a weak-willed person as the very first ever, and then we will bestow him with the very deepest and most powerful part of us, so that it will be as if he is our incarnate, as if we took flesh."
Elivar kept on looking at him, wondering where this was going. But Lucivar continued,
"But this will that we will bestow on him is going to be locked inside him, and then it will be his work to unlock it. And now this is where the challenge comes in, whoever ranks up faster between yours and mine will determine the person that has the strongest Earth defenders."
Elivar dropped his glass cup as he stood up, a kind of glint on his face.
"So you are insinuating that the weak-willed person we are going to choose will be like the representative in this challenge?"
Lucivar smiled, he was on point.
"Of course, yes… remember, brother, no cheating, it must be a weak-willed person."
"I should be telling you that you know?... you are the devil here. And do you know what I have to say about this?" Elivar replied, his voice very bright, and he seemed to be glowing.
Lucivar looked at him inquisitively. as he asked,
"What?"
Elivar winced, as he replied
"Challenge accepted. And I think we should begin now."
Lucivar's smile widened. Maybe his brother had something up his sleeve. He seemed so eager confident in this challenge.
"I see… that means the challenge is in place then. Maybe I shouldn't waste more time here. Let me go hunting."
Elivar looked at him and said, somewhat indignantly
"No help from your twisted angels. And no help from mine… me too... I'll be off to hunting for my... should I call him incarnate?"
Lucivar ignored him, but he accepted the fact that no help would come in finding this weak-willed person. And now he stood up.
"It was good to see you, brother, and I have won again in the game of annoyance."
"Whatever," Elivar replied, grimacing.
The game of annoyance, they had been playing it since they were children. Lucivar always won. And that he did today. But yet… he won. He made him even more angry than before.
Lucivar made his favourite gesture, he held the tip of the edge of his round hat and made a slight bow to his brother.
And he was there no more.