LUCIFER'S ENDGAME CHAPTER 1

Red...all he saw was red. His ecstasy knew no bounds. His eyes were flaring, his fingernails were encrusted with the sinful redness. He was in control not of his senses but of his carnage. He looks back to see a maiden with purple hair walking away. He inhales deeply taking in the last vestiges of her scent. He resumes his feeding. The silence yet unbroken is stirred by a crystal drop of salt that she sheds...

He wakes up panting. "It was a dream...a dream...Who was she? Why do i see her again", panted the white haired boy spasmodically. He turns on the lights , and looks outside his semi-penthouse deck. His scars gleam ever so subtly in the silver-scented moonlight.

He goes back inside to his attached kitchenette and pulls out a can of coffee. He smirks only to realize no known basis of shred of memory to his deamour. He looks out wistfully of the deck to see the Tokyo Tower standing silently with its omnipresent nocturnal gleam. His sleep has long vanished from his general perception. All he could think about , looking wide out at the oriental setting , was the purple haired maiden and her calm, bloodlust as well as endearing, but truely bewitching smile...

The dawn approaches as silently as the soft yet resounding taps of death. He is still standing at the precipce of the slightly jutting deck; beside him lies uncountable cans of coffee and a pad where he tried recreating her soft, delicate yet furious features but to vain all but her shoulder-cut purple bangs recreated to some extent. He gives up like he does everytime he dreams the same. His attention is disrupted by his regulation issue CCG alarm clock; which he chooses to deactivate by biometrics instead of vocal pitch recognition as he does mostly. He engageson a half hearted search of his cell only to find it underneath a bevy of novels by Takatsuki Sen. He felt a connection to the protagonists of her novels and associated with their pain without being able to remember exactly what he had undergone before his amnesia but a few strands of a recognition to a lone chair and white flashes...blinding white flashes... and burning red circles before his eyes. His scars gave testament to what ever gruesome tale lockes in the miniscule sectors of his brain he was now oblivious to. He dug up his cell in a sluggish, restrained manner to turn on the screen by CCG standard biometric protocol or as the techies christened the security very ironically as STAndard Biometric PROtocol or just Stabpro. He sighed yet again at this childish yet very apt misnoma. The firmware booted up partially in a quarter of a microsecond allowing him access to his personal space while simultaneously showning his 23 notificationdisplays from various co-workers in a slide ready stream beside the main display. As usual ignoring the yellowed ones his eyes roved straight for the single solitary blinking red mail which unlike most other days was actually present and blinking at regular intervals at the top of his panel. He brushed passed the yellowed ones making them dissapear and tapped once on the red rectangle. Immediately, after two consequtive verifications by stabpro the personal space firmware reverted into the CCG standard mainframe link. Atop all pictures and files lay a colour encoded assignment stating S+ rating and beginning with the standard CCG manifesto ..." WARNING:- CLASSIFIED INFO ONLY FOR INSPECTORS" addressed to Haise Sasaki...

-Neil Idoyitshi (DATED 29/05/2016)

Sooo, I'm kinda supposed to do an introduction at this point...

Ummm...Im not that good with introduction nor farewells, so getting mu point straight I thank you dear readers for the attentionn

Crap...that was too formal...argggh...dammit...

Anyway...I'm Neil and I do look forward to any questions asked...I'll even feature a random question on my next chapters.

Coming to business, ive got a very definite plot thats gonna be a ride for anyone who has watched the series or hasn't for that matter.

Feel free to ask anything. Ciao.

(Next update on 1 june 8 am IST) I'm quite punctual ( yeah right!)