“They waste their lives,” Lucifer said. Serendipity watched the fire reflect in his eyes as he stared into it. The night around them was quiet. She looked up at the stars, thoughtful. “Maybe that was the point god was trying to make to you,” she said. She turned her gaze back to Lucifer, who continued to watch the flames. One of the logs broke into the fire and sent sparks up into the air. He shook his head, then looked up at Serendipity. “I’m tired,” he said. “This world keeps catching fire - everything goes wrong.” She searched his eyes and could see the truth in them. She could always see the truth in them, but this time it scared her. He had never seemed so empty. “We can’t give up hope,” Serendipity said.  He sat thinking for a few moments, then turned back to the fire. “Hope is what fuels it,” Lucifer said. “The more hope, the more to

burn.”  She kept watching his eyes. They always possessed something in them, something very similar to the flames they now reflected. Whatever it was, it was dim now. “Then will you give it all up?” she asked. “Leave this world to god?” Lucifer kept his eyes fixed on the fire. “When I reach this point - I remember that I didn’t choose this path because it’s a happy one. There’s no glory in it. Nothing comes easy,” he lifted his head and met her eyes again. “But doing anything else would betray my spirit. I would rather die than do that.”  They sat, the campfire illuminating their faces inconsistently. Waves of light and shadow washed over them. “Is that not enough this time?” Serendipity asked. “There are times I can’t even feel my spirit enough to betray it. I said I’d rather die, maybe I already did. Maybe that’s always been my only choice.” They sat in silence. “Even if…