Abaddon Lucifer

Sama is unusually quiet when I pick him up from school today.  What happened? I ask him in the mindspeech, smoothly pulling away from the curb and joining the flow of traffic.

Teacher asked when birthday was; said didn’t have one.  She thought was lying and rest of class laughed.  Hate when laugh, he replies, a strong note of glumness in his mindvoice.

Satan punches his current opponent—he’d switched over from wrestling to boxing about five human years ago—with a little more force than absolutely necessary; Evenstar lets a wave of sadness flood the mindscape; and I bite back a curse…and just barely remember to stop for the light.  Sama doesn’t react to the sudden halt.

I switch the car back into first gear using me tail.  It’s more convenient than using a hand, and both me hands are busy anyway.  I don’t have anything helpful to say to him, so I keep me peace.

Belz, however, is thinking hard while he performs for the humans on his cooking show.  What’s today? he wonders towards the rest of us while explaining how much cinnamon to put on the apple crisp and how much time to put it in the oven for.

April first, Mephis replies in his most apathetic tone.  I raise me eyebrow in the mindscape; I could have sworn he was asleep.  He rolled his eyes and answered, Evenstar woke me up.

Evenstar then sent him a silent apology.

Okay, then.  The next time someone asks you when your birthday is, Sama, why don’t you just tell them it’s April Fool’s Day? Sama actually cracks a smile at that.  Matter of fact, why don’t we all say that today’s our birthday? Belz continues as he mixes some form of batter by hand.

I grin.  Happy birthday to us.