My brow furrowed as I pushed open the door to Nick's house. I pushed some of my black hair behind my ear as I nervously entered. "Nick?" I question, hoping for an answer. When I got none I made my way further into the house. Every light was on, every appliance too. I went from room to room shutting them off.

I hesitated at the foot of the stairs. Do I really want to go up there? What would I find? I gripped the rail in a white knuckle grip and slowly went up the stairs. All the lights were on up here too. I avoided Nick's room, I was so scared that I was going to discover the scene of a suicide.

I turned off most of the lights and took a deep breath before turning to the closed door of Nick's room. I turned the knob and pushed it open, closing my eyes tight. It took me a few minutes to will myself to open my eyes. When I did I sighed in relief. Nick was sitting on the bed, as if in a daze.

"Do you know how bad you scared me you ass!?" I questioned, stepping into the room. That was my first mistake. I know you guys are screaming "Don't go in the room!" but I did.

My second mistake was not noticing the way he watched me. I should have noticed the fact that in his gaze, there was something missing. "I expected to see your brains splattered on the wall. I was so worried." I said, sitting on the bed. You see, I had no idea that the supernatural existed, that all the creatures of fantasy were in fact reality. When he didn't say anything I turned to look at him. "Nick?" I waved my hand in front of his eyes jokingly.

I got to my feet and smiled at the broken man gently. "I'll leave if you want. Good night." I said. I had turned to leave when the door slammed shut. I let out a scream and jumped away. Nick got to his feet and walked towards me. "What's going on Nick?" I asked freaked out.

"I am no longer Nick."

"Listen, you've probably had to much to drink, why don't you go to bed?" I asked, hoping he would listen.

"I have had nothing to drink." I should have realized then that his voice had no tone, it didn't change pitch or anything.

"You've had something." I said, giving the man before me a look. Nick stood right in front of me.

"For a mortal you show no fear."

"For God's sake Nick!" I said, close to shouting. "I need you to go to bed before you hurt someone."

"I am not Nick, he's still here but he's sleeping, buried deep." I rolled my eyes, trying not to show the fear that was slowly creeping through my person.

"Well then, not Nick, who are you?" I asked, playing along.

"I am Lucifer, The Morning Star."

Fear struck deep. Nick was a devout catholic, he must've really been suffering. I reached out a shaky hand and cupped Nick's cheek. "Sweetie, I really think you ought to lay down." My voice trembled, fear clearly heard.

"I hope for your sake you feel no pain." Nick's cool fingers touched my forehead and my world went blank, darkness taking over.