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MidReal Story
The Fallen Angel Series
Scenario:Ethan summons Lucifer
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Ethan Katsuragi
He is a high school student struggling with his past and trying to fit in. He is rebellious, sarcastic, and introspective. Ethan is dealing with the loss of his parents and the challenges of raising his younger sister, Akira, alone. He has a complex relationship with his best friend, Jace, and is intrigued by the mysterious girl, Aria. He is trying to find his place in the world while dealing with personal growth and responsibility.
Akira Katsuragi
She is Ethan's younger sister by two years. She is caring, responsible, and practical. After their parents' death, Akira takes on a nurturing role towards Ethan, helping him navigate his emotions and daily life. She supports him in managing the household and their finances. Akira serves as a bridge between Ethan's past and present, encouraging him to move forward while maintaining their familial bond.
Aria Montgomery
She is an enigmatic girl in school with an unknown past. She is mysterious, aloof, and intriguing. Aria captures Ethan's attention and curiosity, leaving him curious about her origins and motivations. She becomes a source of tension for Ethan as he tries to get closer to her without revealing his true intentions. Aria's presence in school becomes a focal point for drama and intrigue among her peers.
I stared at the clock on the wall, willing it to move faster.
There were only five minutes left before the bell rang, signaling the end of another torturous day.
I couldn’t wait to leave this place behind.
High school was supposed to be the best years of my life, but they were wrong.
High school sucked.
I hated waking up every morning, having to drag myself out of bed to go to a place where I didn’t fit in.
Where no one understood me.
Where everyone judged me because of my past, because I didn’t have parents to buy me expensive clothes or to send me on exotic vacations.
Because I had to raise myself and my little sister.
"Hey," my best friend, Jace, slid into the seat beside me.
"What’s up?"
I shook my head.
"Nothing. Just waiting for the damn bell to ring."
He grinned, knowing that I wasn’t telling him the whole truth, but not pushing for more information.
We had been friends since grade school, and he knew when to push and when to back off.
"What did you do during lunch?"
I asked him.
"I sat with the girls."
He winked at me.
"You know I’m on a mission to get with Emily Wilson."
I rolled my eyes.
"Good luck with that. She’s way out of your league."
He shrugged, but a smile still played on his lips.
I gathered my textbooks and shoved them into my backpack, not caring that the pages crumpled.
My fingers fumbled with the zipper as I watched the second hand tick closer to freedom.
Jace was still talking about Emily, but I wasn’t listening.
The shrill ring of the bell cut through his words, and I jumped up, knocking my chair against the desk behind me.
A few students turned to stare, but I ignored them.
My feet carried me toward the door, weaving between classmates who were taking their time.
I shoved my way through the mass of students clogging the hallway, my backpack swinging wildly against my shoulder.
The noise was deafening - gossip, laughter, locker doors slamming shut.
Someone's elbow caught me in the ribs, and I bit back a curse.
Jace followed close behind, still talking about Emily, his voice barely audible over the chaos.
The exit doors seemed miles away, and with every step, the crowd thickened.
A group of freshmen blocked my path, huddled in a tight circle as they discussed their latest drama.
I shouldered past them roughly, earning dirty looks and muttered complaints.
My breath came in short gasps as the familiar suffocating feeling built in my chest.
Bodies pressed in from all sides, making it hard to breathe.
I slam my shoulder against the heavy metal door, forcing it open with more strength than necessary.
The hinges screech in protest.
My legs are shaking as I stumble forward, nearly tripping over the concrete step.
The late afternoon sun hits my face, momentarily blinding me.
My lungs burn as I suck in deep breaths of crisp autumn air, trying to slow my racing heart.
Behind me, the door swings shut with a loud bang that makes me flinch.
I hear Jace calling my name from inside, his voice muffled through the thick door, but I can't make myself turn around.
I grip the metal railing, steadying myself as students filter out around me.
Their chatter and laughter fade into white noise while I stare at the tree line beyond the parking lot.
The forest trail beckons - a familiar escape route I've used before.
Behind me, Jace's voice grows closer.
My muscles tense as I picture his concerned expression, the questions he'll ask about my panic attack.
I can't deal with his worry right now.
Without looking back, I push off the railing and dart down the steps, my sneakers hitting concrete.
"Wait, just stop for a second!" Jace's voice is breathless as he catches up to me.
I pause, my back still turned, and he adds, "Is it about Emily, or is there something else you're not telling me?"
The weight of his question hangs between us, and I finally whisper, "It's not about her—it's about everything."
I lead him across the cracked asphalt of the parking lot toward the tree line.
My breathing is still unsteady, but with each step away from the school, I feel my lungs expanding a little more.
Dead leaves crunch beneath our feet as we enter the shade of the forest.
The familiar path unwinds between thick trunks and over exposed roots, taking us deeper into the woods where the noise of the school fades away.
Jace walks silently beside me, waiting for me to speak first.
When we reach a fallen oak log where we sometimes eat lunch, I stop and sit down.
The rough bark digs into my legs through my jeans.
I stare at the ground between my feet, watching a line of ants march past my sneakers.
The weight of Jace beside me on the log feels heavier than usual.
My fingers trace the rough bark patterns, picking at loose pieces until they crumble.
A breeze rustles through the trees above us, sending more dead leaves spiraling down.
I can feel Jace waiting for me to explain, but the words stick in my throat.
When I finally look up, his concerned expression makes my stomach twist.
The familiar urge to run builds inside me.
"Please, just tell me what's going on," Jace urges gently, his eyes searching mine.
I take a shaky breath and admit, "It's the pressure—school, my parents, everything feels like it's closing in."
Jace nods slowly, understanding dawning in his eyes as he says, "Then let's figure it out together, one step at a time."
I pull my vibrating phone from my pocket, expecting another text from Akira about dinner.
Jace keeps talking about ways he can help, but his voice fades into the background as I stare at the screen.
The message preview shows "Mom & Dad" as the sender.
My hands start trembling, and Jace's words become distant, fading into the sounds of the forest around us.
The world seems to tilt as I fumble with the phone, my fingers clumsy on the screen.
The forest, Jace, everything feels unreal and far away.
I manage to unlock the phone, and the full message appears: "We're sorry for putting so much pressure on you. We're here if you need us."
The timestamp shows it was sent just now.
I drop the phone onto the leaves, my heart pounding in my chest.
"What's wrong?"
My trembling fingers retrieve the phone from the scattered leaves while Jace leans in closer.
The screen glows with the impossible message from my dead parents.
I hold it up for Jace to see, watching his face shift from concern to confusion.
The forest feels unnaturally still around us as I explain, "This means they finally understand the pressure I've been under."
Jace grabs my wrist, forcing me to look at him as he reminds me, "Your parents died three years ago."
I pull away from his grip, clutching the phone to my chest.
The message has to be real—it's the only thing that makes sense right now.
Jace's voice is firm but gentle as he insists, "We need to figure out where this message really came from."
I nod, my mind racing with possibilities, and whisper, "But what if it's them trying to reach out somehow?"
He shakes his head slightly, concern etched on his face, "We can't jump to conclusions; let's find a logical explanation first."
I grip the phone tighter, my fingers trembling as Jace mentions checking their old voicemail.
The idea of hearing their voices again sends a shiver through me.
I scroll through my contacts, surprised to find their number still saved after all these years.
Jace watches intently as I press the call button and put it on speaker.
The automated voice announces three saved messages, making my heart skip a beat.
The first two are spam from telemarketers, my hopes sinking with each one.
But the third message starts playing, and I freeze at the sound of my mother's voice.
She speaks quickly, urgently, about something they discovered.
My father interrupts in the background, telling her to hurry.
"Listen carefully," my mother's voice continues, "we found something important, something that changes everything."
Jace leans closer, whispering, "What could they have discovered that's so crucial?"
I shake my head, my voice barely audible as I reply, "I don't know, but we need to find out."
I lean against the fallen log, my phone still warm from playing Mom's last message.
Jace shifts closer, his shoulder pressing against mine as leaves rustle beneath us.
The forest feels too quiet now, like it's holding its breath.
When I turn to ask what he thinks about the voicemail, I'm surprised to find his face inches from mine.
His hand moves to steady himself on the log, fingers accidentally brushing over my knuckles.
Neither of us pulls away.
The contact sends electricity through my skin, making my breath catch.
Our eyes meet, and suddenly the mystery of the message seems distant compared to this moment.
I pull away from him, standing up abruptly.
My mind races with possibilities, and I can't stay still.
The fallen leaves scatter around my feet as I pace back and forth.
Jace watches me from the log, giving me space to think.
When he finally speaks, his voice is careful but determined.
"Remember that research cabin your parents used in the mountains?"
I stop pacing and stare at him.
Memories flood back—weekends spent there while they worked, the smell of pine and the sound of the river nearby.