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Most people go to the church for hope, salvation, and forgiveness. I go to church to get job assignments. It isn't strange considering that God is the boss above us all, giving us assignments here and there, but it might be mindblowing for some that Lucifer frequents the Churches doing the deeds of God. In fact, it's been said that Lucifer was the first priest of the church, reason why the color black is the chosen color to be used.
"Have I ever told you about the first Chosen one?" Lucifer asked that day, as we both sat on the wooden benches of the church in the South American town of Cochabamba, Bolivia. "He was an immortal, just like you."
"Don't tell me he went insane from no sleep." I smile at him. "Because that would be such a plot twist."
"No, he got his wish, and killed about half a million Mistakes along with him." Lucifer smiled back. "The best Chosen so far."
"What was his wish?"
"To live as a normal human being again."
"Congrats to him then."
"Yeah," Lucifer sighed. "The problem being, that after that, he met love, and couldn't let go of her, even if death was coming after her."
"Sounds lovely."
"It's a tragic story alright," Lucifer chuckled at this. "The thing is, he knew about Mistakes, and he knew how to hunt them still."
"So what's the problem?"
Lucifer looked at me as he handed me my next target. "That's for you to find out and end." He got up, and walked out of the church, with me still looking after him in the afternoon heat.
Something told me that I wasn't going to like this new assignment...

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The first Chosen was born over a millenium ago, in a little village in Europe. In a world where plagues killed thousands by the day, he survived, and saw everyone around him dead. And mourning, wishing for a way to be normal, was how Lucifer found him on the empty roads of his village.
Lucifer, who at the time was under a lot of pressure, since Mistakes were increasing by the hundreds, and he was the only one in charge of correcting it all. He didn't have enough time, and God wasn't really forgiving in those who couldn't complete their jobs. He needed someone to help him out.
The first Chosen came about as a Mistake himself, Lucifer showing up to hunt him and kill him. But for some reason, Lucifer stopped and asked this one Mistake if he would like to help him out, to correct mankind of all the errors in their history, for an exchange to a wish that he wanted.
The Chosen listened, and enlisted as a soldier of God.
Just like the rest of us, he probably just did it for the wish, not because he wanted to be closer to God or anything.
We did what we did because we were selfish.
How else could you explain killing other people who were in the same as you?

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The rain made the roads muddy, hard to walk. My shoes were swallowed by the mud once or twice, making me wish that I had wings or something else besides insomnia. Immortality sucks when you consider it, it's not even a power, more of a bother.
The people handling the inn weren't the friendliest people either, staring at me out of the corner of their eyes. "You guys got anything to eat?" I asked the counter clerk, who stared at me with the reddest of eyes. This guy must have been awake for a couple of days or so. "I'm starving from the trip."
Everybody else seemed to have red eyes too, as if it was a contagion of pink eyes. "I can whip up a couple of eggs if you want," The clerk replied. "The kitchen is closed, so that's the best I can do for you."
"That should be enough." I smiled and nodded.
The clerk went off inside the kitchen.
It was at least 3 AM in the night, and everybody was awake with red eyes. Staring at me.
Yet they didn't have the aura of a Mistake. They were all humans, red eyed humans, staring at every movement I made.
I wonder if I stumbled onto the right place.

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