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dramatic-like when Elliot introduced me.
    One of the bullies noticed him and nudged his closest friend. “Hey, look, it’s the wuss.”
    I bristled but tried to keep myself hidden.
    “H… hi,” Elliot stammered, slowing even further until he was barely moving forward at all.
    “You coming here to ask for a beating, faggot?” one asked, puffing out smoke.
    I reconsidered my promise not to hurt them.
    They all laughed. Another said, “Maybe he wants to suck our dicks.” They laughed harder.
    Oh, yeah. Definitely reconsidering.
    Elliot stopped several feet away. “No. I want you to leave me alone.” His voice shook.
    More laughter. “You better run, faggot, before we fuck you up.”
    They hadn’t said anything to me or seemed to notice I was there, so the trick must be working. I dropped the invisibility and conjured some fire around my hands, just for extra dramatic effect. “Leave him alone, or you’ll answer to me.”
    They gaped, and two of them jumped. “What the fuck?”
    I moved to stand just behind Elliot’s left shoulder. “I’m his guardian angel, and you’re pissing me off.”
    “Is this a joke or something?” the biggest one asked.
    I held up a hand, showing off the fire. “You want to find out how funny this is?”
    One of the others blinked like he was trying to clear his vision. “You… you look just like him.”
    My hand dropped a little. “Him who?”
    “The Antichrist.”
    Now it was my turn to blink. “Wait. What?”
    “There’s a picture of him on my family altar. You look just like him. The wings, the horn, even your face, man. Everything.”
    I stepped around Elliot. “You worship the Antichrist?” My stomach turned.
    “Yeah.” He dropped his cigarette and stubbed it out, then pulled down the collar of his shirt to show the upside-down cross on his left shoulder. “I’m a Satanist. Are you really him?”
    Now I knew what the tone in his voice was. Not fear, but awe.
    “I think we should go, Alex,” Elliot said, tugging on my arm.
    I shook him off. “Not yet.” To the bully I said, “I’m the devil’s son, but I’m not your fucking god. I’m not his pawn, so fuck him and fuck you.”
    The bully stared at me for another second, then got down on his knees. He bent over, pressing his head to the ground, just the way all the Satanists had done at my twelfth birthday when my dad showed up. I felt even sicker. I kicked him, not hard, just enough to knock him onto his side.
    “Get the fuck up!” A little shimmer started in front of me. I was pissed enough to give off heat. If Elliot hadn’t been so close, I might have just let it happen, let the heat build and burn all four of them.
    “Alex! You said you wouldn’t hurt them.”
    I looked over at Elliot and took a deep breath. “Fine.” I looked at the other three bullies, then focused on the Satanist as he slowly got to his feet. “You hear that? The only thing keeping me from hurting you is Elliot. He doesn’t want me to hurt you. I think he’s way too fucking nice, but I promised.”
    The Satanist backed up a few steps. “But you’re… him. You’re supposed to—”
    “ Fuck what I’m supposed to do!” The bleachers above me squealed as they buckled a few inches. The three other bullies started backing away and looked ready to run. “Stay right there.” I pointed at the three of them. “You Satanists too?”
    They all rapidly shook their heads. “No.”
    “Good for you. Leave Elliot alone, and stay away from this one.” I pointed at the Satanist. “Next time I show up, I might not have promises to keep.” I gave them a long look. “Now go.”
    They lost no time running for the far end of the bleachers.
    I looked at the Satanist, who stank of fear. “And you. Take down the picture. Stop worshipping me. Find another religion and stop being such a fucking asshole.”
    “Yes, my… uh, um… sir?” He tried to look at me with his eyes still lowered.
    “I guess sir works. Leave Elliot alone. If