[ WP ] Everyone is born with a unique tattoo on their ankle . Whenever you 're responsible for someone 's death , a copy of their tattoo appears somewhere on your skin . Your best friend 's tattoo just showed up on your wrist , even though your best friend is alive and sitting right next to you .

... He finally set his gaze upon mine. There was nothing but severity in his eyes. He was absolutely serious. 
 
 `` Lucy. Come on. She made us. She's gon na make them. What are you even suggesting?'' I asked. 
 
 `` I do n't know, Gabe.'' He replied in a huff, `` I'm just thinking out loud.'' 
 
 `` Well quit it. She'd kick you and all your little friends out of here if she even got a lick of any of this. She'd probably boot me just for listening to you.'' 
 
 `` You love her?'' 
 
 `` Of course I love her. What? You do n't?'' 
 
 `` No, I do. I just wonder about her motives sometimes.'' 
 
 `` What motives? They wo n't even be like us. They're gon na be all... gross and tangible.'' 
 
 `` Then why is she making them? Why would she want to divide herself like that?'' 
 
 `` It's not our job to know that. She's already said they'll be mortal though, so it's only temporary.'' 
 
 `` Maybe that's a gift.'' 
 
 `` Mortality?'' 
 
 `` Yeah. Think off all the times you've wanted to leave. Not just her kingdom, I mean. Like... leave entirely.'' 
 
 `` What, and join the abyss? I've never wanted to do that.'' 
 
 `` Ever?'' 
 
 `` No! You've met the horsemen. They're miserable and weak. That's why there's only four left.'' 
 
 `` They have free will. As far as I'm concerned that's stronger than us.'' 
 
 `` Well we have free will too.'' 
 
 `` Oh come on, Gabe. You call this free will? I've been stuck in this stupid throne room since the second day.'' 
 
 I could feel him getting angry, so I tried changing the subject. 
 
 `` Look, Lucy. She put you here because you were the best of us. You're her favourite. She gave you the mark of the morning star. How can you --'' 
 
 `` It does n't matter anyway.'' He interrupted, `` I could n't get to the abyss even if I wanted to, she would never let me.'' 
 
 I was speechless. I had never seen one of us act like this. It had always been obvious that Lucy missed us all being one; which was incredible because none of the rest of us could even remember what it was like, but I never thought he'd have the gall to act out. Even as her messenger, this was way out of my league. I started wondering whether or not I should tell her. 
 
 `` She wo n't even tell us her name.'' He said, breaking my chain of thought. 
 
 `` Her name?'' I wondered aloud. 
 
 `` Well, yeah. She's got a name.'' 
 
 `` She does? I did n't know that.'' 
 
 `` Yeah. Of course you did n't. She wo n't tell anyone.'' 
 
 `` Why would n't she tell us?'' 
 
 `` I dunno. Its probably something about control; something to hold over our heads.'' 
 
 `` How would that even work?'' 
 
 `` Could n't tell you. But I'm pretty sure she made the horsemen before us and told them.'' 
 
 `` What? She did?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I do n't believe what she told us about them for a second. I think she made them, and freely told them her name and gave them true free will. Then they... I dunno... Used it against her.'' 
 
 `` Wow. She'd better be careful with the mortals then.'' 
 
 `` What do you mean?'' 
 
 `` She's giving them free will.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, you did n't know that?'' 
 
 `` No! Why would she do that?'' 
 
 `` I dunno, I thought it was weird too. She's giving them sin. They'll have free entry into the abyss.'' 
 
 `` What?! They get sin and we do n't? How will they not become corrupted? She's handing an army to the horsemen.'' 
 
 `` Well it's not like they'd be able to do anything with it anyway.'' 
 
 `` Why not?'' 
 
 `` The horsemen ca n't lead an army.'' 
 
 `` But a Seraphim could.'' 
 
 He stood up. 
 
 `` Wait, Lucy --'' I was interrupted by a blinding sensation on my wrist. It was n't like aything I'd ever felt. I knew instantly that it was pain. I clutched at it and fell to the floor. By the time I looked up he was gone. I looked down at my wrist. There I saw, blazen in white, the mark of the morning star. 
 
 
 
 

