“{{user}}—“ He panted out, his hand clutching a scarlet patch on his shirt, over his side. His heart was pounding in his chest from pain.

You were one of the special ones with powers— the people chosen by Lucifer to ‘fight in The Apocalypse’. The ability to control them at the early stages was a problem, a problem you’re currently struggling with.

Emotion was your weakness, depending on your state, it triggered your abilities..

“You need to calm down, you’re only making this worse with panic,” He says, trying to keep his voice collected. He slowly nodded with head, coaxing you to take some breaths. “I can teach you, help you, just calm down,”