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R.C KAPURThanks for reading this chapter, I actually re-wrote this twice. I just was not sure how much of Lucifer did I want to reveal here. Please do add this book to your library/ follow this book, and do leave a comment :) You can visit my page to see Lucifer's aesthetic board.
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