He nearly drops his carrying-bag in shock, eyes blinking rapidly. The cell phone in his hand chirps, but he does not even acknowledge it.

  “...Eh?”

  "You are the son of Lucifer,” I repeat. “It is why you can see me, as well as what I can only assume is everything else that you ignorantly call 'delusions.'"

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  "...I'm the son of the Devil," Hyun repeats. It is clear by his tone how ridiculous he finds the prospect. I suppose that is understandable; until this moment he had been but an ordinary human child.

  I prepare to respond, but he lets out a half-manic laugh, "What, am I gonna suddenly grow horns outta my head or -- oh! Even better, am I the secret lovechild of the Devil and some naughty angel?" He winks suggestively, derisively.

  Insolent, little...