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He stopped by the kitchen to pick up something to eat. Not that he was really hungry, but it had been almost two nights since he\u2019d eaten anything.<\/p>\n
Neither Ravine nor Sam were in the kitchen. They knew something was going on\u2014Philip\u2019s and Lucifer\u2019s lack of appetite had not escaped the attention of the cook\u2014but they didn\u2019t know what. Ravine had asked about it a few times, and Philip had given her only terse lies.<\/p>\n
He cut a few slices of bread and sausages and was about to leave the kitchen, but then he stopped. Looked at the plates and the glasses that sat shining on the counter. Sam, who didn\u2019t resent his new kitchen duties but actually seemed to enjoy them, had done the dishes, and all that was left for him to do was to put them away.<\/p>\n
Did Philip feel a buzzing in his forehead or was it his imagination?<\/p>\n
He put down his own plate and walked to the counter. Grabbed one of the clean glasses. Felt the weight of it in his hand. Then he swirled around and flung it into the wall. It exploded in a clatter, and before all the shards lay still, he\u2019d taken another glass and flung it. Then another and another. It sounded like a torrential downpour, and when one of the glasses broke in his hand, cutting him, he barely felt it. Instead he picked up the tall stack of plates and hurled it to the tiled floor with all his strength. The noise was deafening.<\/p>\n
“What are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned around. His face was covered in sweat, he felt his pulse pounding in his neck and temples.<\/p>\n
It was Sam, standing there with a bucket and a cloth, staring at him, flabbergasted. Without hesitating, Philip snatched one of the shards on the counter, stepped closer to Sam, yanked his collar, and forced him backward until he hit the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s your fault!\u201d he shouted and held the shard to Sam\u2019s chin, almost piercing his skin. He breathed through clenched teeth, every muscle in his body was taut, and there it was at long last – his hatred. The roaring, rushing hatred that made his blood boil and made the world flicker. \u201cIt\u2019s all your fault! If it weren\u2019t for you, none of this would have happened! Don\u2019t you get it? Don\u2019t you see what you\u2019ve done and what you DESERVE?\u201d The shard quivered in Philip\u2019s hand and a droplet of blood ran down Sam\u2019s neck in a dark line.<\/p>\n
\u201cPh-Philip\u2026\u201d he gasped. \u201cI don\u2019t \u2026 You can\u2019t \u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhilip! What under earth are you doing?\u201d Like a whip, the voice slashed through his thoughts, and he came to with a jerk. Ravine stood in the doorway to the courtyard but right then it wasn\u2019t her he saw; he saw what she saw. Himself.<\/p>\n
What he was doing.<\/p>\n
He let go of Sam and slowly backed away, feeling the onset of severe nausea. For a second he thought he was going to throw up. He stared at the dark line of blood on Sam\u2019s neck. At the shard in his hand. It slipped from his grip and landed among the others on the floor.<\/p>\n
Then he turned and bolted up the stairs, all the way to his room, slammed the door, locked it and stood in front of the mirror. He held onto its frame as he fought back the nausea.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on then,\u201d he snarled, he hissed, he shouted. \u201cCome on, come on!\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook the mirror so that everything shook and trembled and his own face became a blur.<\/p>\n
\u201cCOME ON, DAMMIT!\u201d<\/p>\n
But his eyes stayed blue and his face remained unchanged. His scars weren\u2019t even tingling, and with a roar he banged his forehead into the mirror with such a force that it cracked. He pulled back and something inside of him seemed to abate as he stared at the red blood he had left in the middle of the web-like pattern in the mirror.<\/p>\n
In the middle of his broken face.<\/p>\n
* * *<\/p>\n
A soft knock on the door. \u201cPhilip?\u201d<\/p>\n
He got up and unlocked it. Left it ajar and returned to his bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want, Lucifax?\u201d He pulled up his hood and tugged it far down his forehead.<\/p>\n
The cat slipped in but then stopped when it saw the broken mirror. The blood resembled a smashed spider in the center of its web. It had congealed and looked almost black. \u201cWhat on earth happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
The cat looked at him for a moment. \u201cI\u2019ve heard that you\u2026 I\u2019ve heard about what happened in the kitchen. Ravine was very upset and Sam was scared out of his wits.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t hurt him\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the way they see it. Ravine insisted that Lucifer tell her what\u2019s going on, and when Ravine insists on something \u2026 This must be the first time the master has had to fess up. He told her everything and she understands everything, Philip.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe does, does she?\u201d he said. He balled his fists. \u201cShe understands everything?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, well, why you did what you did. That you weren\u2019t yourself. With everything that\u2019s been happening, it\u2019s completely understandable that\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Philip stood with a suddenness that made Lucifax shrink as though the cat was afraid of what Philip might do. It should be, he thought to himself.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Lucifer still in the study?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, well, yes, but\u2026 Philip, what are you doing? I don\u2019t understand\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, and neither does Ravine,\u201d he said. \u201cYou don\u2019t get it at all. I was myself. That\u2019s the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went down to the study and opened the door without knocking.<\/p>\n
Lucifer was standing by the Globe of Evil, his hand resting on its dark, twinkling glass surface. He turned toward Philip\u2014not surprised but as though he\u2019d been expecting him.<\/p>\n
Philip closed the door behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to be an apprentice of evil,\u201d he said. \u201cI want to be a devil again.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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