It had nearly been an hour and the lecture didn’t seem to be nearing an end. The library was fairly dark everywhere except for where the librarian was standing. She was old, and I mean old. Perhaps the boringness of her voice made her seem older then she was. I couldn’t even tell you her name, almost everything she had said went in one ear and out the other. I could feel my eyes growing heavy and fluttering up and down, but I struggled to stay alert. I really didn’t want her to feel insulted. She was so old and could die at any time. I nearly jumped out of my seat, letting out a embarrassingly high pitched squeal as my phone began vibrating. A few faces turned to me, smirking. I pulled out my phone and pretended that I hadn’t noticed them and nothing had happened.

                I pulled out the device and looked at the front screen. Tired of Listening to this… meet in isle 7: Lucifer. Thank Smiths, a way out. I glanced to Lucifer, who was smartly sitting in the back row. He casually stood, stretched, and walked away, no one noticing. Slowly I got to my feet, and arched my back. The people sitting directly behind me let out a slight cough, grumpily alerting me that I was blocking their view. “Sorry,” I mouthed, as I quickly made my way after Lucifer. In the past couple days since I first met God and everyone I found myself following him. He had become somewhat of a mentor to me. And I could tell that some of his ways were rubbing off on me.

                Lucifer turned around a corner, a large sign reading ‘Row Seven: Historical Fiction.’ I followed in suit and found him pulling a fairly large book off the shelf.

                “Thanks for giving me a break,” I said, smiling. “I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted. Usually I’m interested in military politics, but this was just to much.”

                “Well, I can barely stand any form of politics, military being one of my least favorites. In my opinion either someone is at fault and you attack them and take them out, or they are your allie. Nothing in-between,” he responded, reading the back of the book.

                “Oh of course, me to. Hate military politics,” I interjected, regretting my previous comment. He handed me the book.

                “Here, you should read this. You will probably find it very interested. It is about what we discussed the other night.”

                “My House’s history? What could I learn from a fiction novel? I am more interested in reading accurate accounts of events,” I said, taking the book. For all I knew this was just a fairy tale.

                “Don’t be fooled by that,” he paused for a moment, looking at the row’s identification sign, “cover up. This is, for the most part, pure facts. The good, and the bad. At the time that this was written, which was, oh, 350 years ago I want to say, such things as criticism of the government and actions taken by political leaders was essentially signing your own death warrant. These stories are full of symolisum and metaphors, but people take them to straight forward. For example, within this text there is a dragon who attacked a family of Heaven. And that the dragon was evil and what not. In reality, it was my House that attacked them, and in this book it gives the reasons. It is a really interesting read. Full of action. Page turner stuff,” he finished patting me on the back. “You have fun with that. And remember, don’t take it to seriously, but analyze it.”

                “Thanks Lucifer, I appreciate it. This should keep me busy for a while,” I smiled. The book was at least five hundred pages, and I rarely managed to read a book all the way through.

                “You hurry up and get that read. You’re House will be called upon to spearhead a campaign to a distant sector. When you leave, you’ll have to return the book by then. Or you late book fine will be absurdly high,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the moment. I couldn’t speak. My jaw dropped and the book nearly slipped out of my hand.

                “My House was just brought into the council. I haven’t even pledged my military to The Cause. They can’t expect me to mobilize my forces so quickly.”

                “Well they do. And I suspect that the reason the Pack was nominated to join the Council was so that it could be tested, and your strengths tried,” he commented, looking at his feet.

                “Did you nominate me?” I questioned. It was generally considered to be an honor to be given the chance to join the Council. By joining, it meant your House was held in such high esteem, that it was considered one of the best. On Sky, there were probably a couple hundred Houses, and only eight in the Council. Those Houses within the Council could essentially command any other House to do anything.

                “No, I didn’t Uriel. Though I did second it, the Pack was suggested by God himself. Since he nominated you, everyone else agreed, probably out of fear of being kicked out themselves. He’s testing you, as he did the House before you. What did you suspect happened to the Master who you replaced? He was sent on a similar mission, and he never returned. He was daubed a traitor and heretic and his House was erased from history. Now listen Uriel. I wish you the best of luck, but be sure. I hold Hell above all else. Should it come to it, I would sacrifice Heaven, the Pack, all my allies and friends to preserve my House. All of divine can rot, as long as Hell preserves. You remember that, and I wish you to do the same for the Pack. They rely on you. You have to do what it takes to keep them safe.” Lucifer looked up at me, his face stern and serious.

                “What is the campaign? Who is sending me on it? Is it part of the crusade?” I rallied off the questions, urging for answers.

                “I have no idea about any of it. I assume that God is sending you on it. And you will be accompanied by Michael. Just to let you know, he is nothing more then a lacky of God. He is going to keep an eye on you, not to help you. Beliel might be going with you. I am hoping he will be permitted. Beliel is an ally of ours, and can be trusted.”

                “An ally? There is only one enemy and that is who we are crusading against.”

                “Wrong. I have been in the Council long enough to know that the true threat is within, not without. A time of reckoning is upon us. The Council will be split in two. A time of change is upon us. If your not part of the future, it is time for you to get out of the way.” His voice had begun to escalate and the librarian’s assistant had heard us. She came around the corner.

                “Please keep your voices down,” she began before she recognized us from the crowd. “Why aren’t you two in your seats?”

                Lucifer chimed in with a cough. “I’m sorry. I’m just allergic to boring morons who think they know everything. I was fine in this row with my friend. That is,” he paused as if thinking over some conundrum, “until you came ov… ov,” and he let out a ridiculously loud sneeze all over the lady. “Until you came over,” he finished.

                “That was very rude,” she said, exasperated as she whipped spittle from her glasses, which had to be half an inch thick. Turning, she stormed off, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. I let out a chuckle.

                “I have to be going. I need to have a word with Beliel. And you need to prepare for departure. Be ready as soon as possible. God will try to catch you off guard by having you leave at some obscene hour, on some random day. Don’t let him have that little glee of watching you scramble.” Lucifer nodded, and left me in the isle with the book. I leaned against the shelf, and allowed myself to slide down to the ground. In the distance I heard a door slam shot, its sound echoing through the massive room. The noise was followed by a startled noise from the librarian, before she continued on her tangent.

                I opened the cover and read the first sentence. A hero need not speak, for in his absence, his legacy will speak for him.