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His smile widened, a mix of confidence and assurance shining through his eyes, as if he possessed some secret understanding. Giovanni's voice grew more somber, a tinge of bitterness seeping into his words as he addressed the room. His frustration couldn't be contained any longer, and he pointedly emphasized a harsh truth that lay at the core of his identity. "Let's face the reality, shall we? Everyone here knows that if my half brother hadn't tragically passed away, I would never have become a Lycan in the first place." His tone carried a heavy grumble, revealing the weight of this truth.

He wouldn't like that to happen. "Hmm." He hums. Having lied about himself, the werewolf slowly blinks himself to sleep. He wakes up again, it was at night. He sees the man cooking something on the fire, in the middle of the room. Coughing up, Lucien was surprised to see his energy coming back as he sees his wounds have healed completely. But... He couldn't see much on his left side. "You're going to kill us with pollution." He makes a comment as soon as he wakes up.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

“Then Hevian suffers even more. Besides, my father will soon arrange a marriage alliance to Hevian with my sister.” Lucien’s gaze hardened. “You’re a monster.” Eshnu smirked. “And yet you’re still standing here. Look, I will do everything to maintain my family’s prestige.” For several seconds, Lucien said nothing. Then, slowly, he pulled back his hood completely, revealing the sharp features that looked disturbingly similar to Hevian’s. “But remember this,” Lucien said coldly. “If your stupidity causes this plan to fail… I’ll personally kill you.”

Lucien announced, his voice cold as death. Elias's face lit up. “Ah, there they are. Our final witnesses.” Father appeared then, bloodied but unbowed, hurling himself at Lucien with a shout that rang with defiance. Lucien barely flinched. He caught Father by the throat and lifted him effortlessly, like a rag doll. “Say goodbye,” Elias whispered. And then—he sank his teeth into Dad’s neck. I heard a sick, awful snap. Blood sprayed everywhere. And just like that, Dad fell.

Lucifer continued, spreading his hands as if presenting evidence, “when the witches came for her—oh, that was quite the mess—I did my best to save her.” He leaned forward now, his smile sharpening. “I have actually done more for her than you can imagine.” A pause. Then, softer—but more cutting— “I kept her company… when you almost lost yourself from the aftermath of your dirty deals with Leviathan.” Lucas’s jaw clenched. Still, he did not look at him. Lucifer’s expression shifted—mock hurt, exaggerated. “But do I get a thank you?” he sighed, placing a hand dramatically against his chest. “No. Nothing.”

The night he transformed after being kidnapped with his father and his sister, Amber. When Lucifer first told me about Lightning’s transformation and how he saw that same red glow in his eyes, I couldn’t believe it. I went into his room to confirm for myself. Under the moonlight, as he cooed softly, his eyes opened, revealing crimson red. Fear consumed me. Lightning had Lucifer’s curse. He was barely a year old when he began to show the curse and its abilities. Lucifer and I swore to protect him from it—and from himself, but we never succeeded.

' Lucifer looked down at his next target with a malicious stare. Lucifer bulleted towards Fenral, who had just realized that Garuuk must have died. The lycan transformed into a thin wolf and ordered his team to run. Lucifer's shadow getting closer sent waves of terror throughout his body. Lucifer was going to save Fenral for after he helped Kahvis, or he was, until the lycan was nice enough to show themselves. Lucifer sped himself up with flames to get in front of the pack while slowly covering himself in a sphere of fire. Once he was a good distance ahead he launched downwards into the group, creating a large explosion as he landed.

"Yeah, I mean, just because I'm leaving doesn't mean I want to cut you out. You're still my dad, after all." He reached out and squeezed my shoulder. "That would be great, Lulu. I don't want you to be a stranger, whatever happens." I swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. Damn, when did I become such a sap? "Maybe we could make it a monthly thing? You know, catch up, swap stories about how many souls we've corrupted?" Lucifer chuckled, a warm sound that filled the throne room. "I'd like that. And who knows? Maybe I'll even learn a thing or two about modern temptation from you."

Draven groaned as group of men yelled and attacked them. Lucifer shook his head while preparing for attack. “As weak as they are, they are nothing but distractions to keep us away from Sarah.” Lucifer said while ripping their hearts out. Blood splattered all across the stairs as they slammed their heads and ripped their hearts and heads off. “You go find her, I’ll take care of them.” Lucifer raised his brow at him and raised his hand in air grabbing the man by his neck as he snapped it. “Their weapons are laced with venom, Draven. I’m not leaving you to die here.” Lucifer said and ripped the head the another man as he rubbed his hands over his pants.