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At no time did he have any thoughts of revenge. "What are you waiting for? Smother him with the pillow," whispered Lucifer, with a wicked laugh. "What?," Replied Jonah in surprise and then added" I won't do that, I don't want to. "All right, I will take revenge for you," said Lucifer calmly. He thundered his fingers, and Alfredo woke up startled. He did not even see Lucifer because his eyes were focused on Jonah, the deformed boy he had killed. Lucifer moved his hand to hit the wall and stood in front of him, poking his heart out. All this before the astonished look of Jonah.

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

~ Somewhere in Federation space, Freelance Strategist Lucifer stood in the war room of a busy wartime frigate and watched its officers as they scrambled around. Many often described Lucifer as a beautiful man, or a handsome woman, as though they were unable to determine his or her gender. Ze was lean and slim, and honestly bordered on skinny. But not deathly so. Hir silver hair was styled into an undercut bob, which covered one of hir eyes. And the tips faded into a deep, dark red, which matched hir pupils. In front of Lucifer was a low holo-table with an active tacmap of a fleet battle projected just above it.

Alpha Serses asked Lucifer’s gaze flicked up at the sound of his name, the faint glow of his eyes dimming to a deeper shade. He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his fingers grazed the sigil on the parchment, tracing its burning lines. “No,” he said finally, his tone unreadable. “This, whatever it is, is not fully of hell origin for it has traces of heaven divine's magic. This is not the mark of rebellion, but of something far darker… and far more deliberate.”

“So, what if I bloody am? He humiliated me!” Fallon rubs his forehead as if trying to halt a headache and shakes his head. “So, you thought it would be a brilliant idea to kill his mate?” Lucifer shakes his head and strides back towards his throne to slump carelessly over the seat. Releasing a deep, suffering sigh, he slides his hands across the throne’s armrests and gives us a harmless smile. “Me? I’m just getting to know Azazel’s beautiful little Siren. Aren’t we, luv?” He asks me with a wounded pout. I shake my head in astonishment at his seemingly innocent reply.

she bowed and left. Lucian went to bed. He suddenly remembered when he told Hazel he wanted to sleep with her in his arms every night. Today he missed her and his demon craved her. He lay down and shut his eyes but his demon refused to let him sleep. He kept imagining Hazel’s n.a.k.e.d body, her soft her, her sweet scent, the taste of her lips. Lucian ignored his bodies response to the images. He was used to this. When his demon spilled blood it always got hungry for flesh, and if it didn’t get what it wanted it, then more blood would be spilled.

Lucifer liked to watch the tortured souls scream and writhe in agony as much as anyone, but today he had more important things on his mind. The floor was rich, dark wood and impeccably polished. Lucifer swiveled to set his feet upon the soft rug by his bed—the rugs that adorned his mansion were imported from all over the world. The wall behind his bed was adorned with a painting of the Garden of Eden—"Ah yes, those were the days," Lucifer thought to himself as he made his way to his expansive bathroom. A gleaming white porcelain tub stood in the center of the room, surrounded by soft candlelight and plush towels.

But here I am, in a literal hell and lying in my love’s arms. After I woke up from my restful healing, Fallon and I talked about what happened. He was so upset that I almost died and about his behavior. It took a while for us to talk about it and forgive each other. After that, he ushered me to Lucifer’s office, where we discussed what has been going on since we went missing. I look around the room and note his design style. His office is tastefully decorated with leather chairs, a large rustic desk and various paintings depicting fire and flames. I’m sure there’s a story behind those paintings. The wall behind his desk is made up of exposed brick, and the others are painted a lovely royal b

She snapped and left. Blaze sighed sadly and turned away leaving too. Meanwhile, Lilith came out from hiding as she bit her lips, while watching Blaze retreating backs. ★ LUCIFER'S LAIR* Lucifer walked into his bedroom and removed his hat then his stained bloody shirt, leaving him in only his singlet. His arms were filled with tattoos as his abs and biceps stood out fully enticingly He walked towards his wardrobe filled with black suits only and he shifted his hangers seperately revealing a secret white spotless door.

"You are sweating as well." I stepped back instinctively, swallowing hard. "I... I am sorry. I was thinking about something else!" He sighed sharply. "You scared me." I scared him? The Lycan General? "What's wrong?" he asked softly. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Have your blood sugar dropped again?" He sounded concerned before he walked straight to the refrigerator. "No. I am alright. It's just—" I froze, my words remaining in my mouth when I saw it. Levante opened the last drawer of the refrigerator, exposing a variety of desserts and candies there, along with some healing potions and the potions made of Whisper Moss, Moon Tears, and Sun-Drop Lily.