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Max POV

Finally landed on Earth. What? It's a long trip from Hell to the land above us. Lucifer's personal maids kept changing my clothes from my usual tomboy style to girly girl. That's why it took so long. It's hard flying with black wings on your back when you have on a skirt/dress.

My dad often joked about how I looked like a deformed angel, which by the way, is an insult to demons.

"Max. Can you hear me?" my earphone rang. I sighed and pressed one of the buttons.

"Yeah, I can hear fine. What's new?"

"Seems like God gave away some info about your name, so I'll give you the angels' names," a voice came out of my earphone.

"Angels? The big guy's sending angels after me?" I questioned, peeved.

"Yep. The angel's names are Iggy and Fang." Iggy? I've heard that name before from my father.

"Iggy as in my forbidden twin that's an angel?" I deadpanned.

"Mhm. That's right," the voice spoke to me.

"Do you know what they look like, Dad?" I asked. Yes, it was my dad speaking to me through an earphone.

"Of course I do. I'm the Devil. But I can't tell you."

"Why not? I got their names. I should at least get their descriptions," I groaned. He always has to make this harder than it should be.

"Can't. Deal with His Highness." Ah, that makes sense.

"Can I get the gender of the kid I'm looking for, then?" I inquired.

"Can't say that either. But I know the gender of the angels. Male," I could hear a slight chuckle come from him.

"Not funny." I could hear his chuckles growing louder.

"Have fun, Max." My dad hung up on me.

Yep, looking for a random kid and stealing his/her heart is really fun.

I'm somewhere near New York. That's all I know. I was in a really busy city. Maybe NYC, but who knows? I definitely don't.

Anyway, Lucifer told me that I had to pick a 'human' and 'normal' name. What's more normal than Max? Well, it's not really normal having a girl named Max. But whatever. I do what I'm told. Sometimes.

I chose the name Lumina. Don't ask me why, I have no clue. The name appeals to me. My surname is Phoenix.

Lumina Phoenix. Nice name, huh? It has a nice ring to it. My nickname will be Luna, made by taking out the M and I in the name.

Another thing, I've gotta enter a school. A high school. My human age is 16, but in reality I'm only 8. Yep, I'm a 8-year-old in Hell. We age twice as quick as humans; you just have to double our demon age.

I really find myself amazing sometimes. I think and act like a 16-year-old. I talk like one, too. The downside? I have to steal a heart from another 8-year-old, which would kill the kid.

So here I am, standing in front of Quinn Willow High. Weird name, all right. But I'm not one to talk. Anyway, I just walked straight inside with my head held high. I'm not afraid of some measly school.

"Are you Lumina Phoenix?" a voice startled me. I turned to see two boys at the entrance behind me, which I recently passed through.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" I snapped, showing that I shouldn't be messed with.

One of the boys, the pale one, held up his hands as if to tell my to calm down. The other boy, the one with olive skin, chucked.

"Nothing, we're supposed to show you around Quinn Willow High," the olive-skinned boy said.

"I'm Nick," the olive-skinned boy said.

"James." I shifted my head to see that the pale boy spoke and had his hand out, waiting for me to shake it. I did, and when I grabbed his hand, electric sparks shot down my spine.

What the heck?

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Yep, Max or "Lumina" has met Fang and Iggy. Fang or "Nick" and Iggy or "James."