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Lucifer opened his eyes, tightening his face as the sharp rays of daylight pierced his eyes. It responded as if he had woken after one hundred years of slumber. He blinked several times until he could finally adjust the light in his eyes. "How are you feeling now?" A woman's voice asked. Lucifer moved his head to the left, he saw a woman in a white coat wearing a blue shirt underneath. Her wavy cinnamon brown hair tied into a neat ponytail, her starry brown eyes staring right at his obsidian ones.

Gwyneth skipped a few steps backwards as Mammon fell onto the ground. Lucifer is evidently pissed off that they were able to be inconvenienced with this much. It looks like they underestimated us for them to fall behind like this. The efforts he put toward being laid-back disappeared in a puff of smoke. Lucifer’s eyes followed the hand holding his wrist to my face. Fearing my eyes brimming with intense glare, Lucifer frowned. "You shitty human?!" Lucifer’s other fist flew towards my left cheek, but I was fast enough to dodge it.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Nicholas voice was a cold as ice and Gerald instantly became numb. Nicholas vanished into the thin air and Gerald lost his balance. He was on the floor like a lost confused child. ----------- Lucifer stared at the image in front of him and confusion knocked him hard. This image in front of him looks just like him. When did "The Most High" create a look alike for me? Lucifer studied her every move as the image before him patrolled around his throne room looking intensely at him. "Lucian?" Great Zap'phiria called out with disgust. She was tired of hiding her identity to everyone. She wanted everyone now to know her and to fear her.

“Damon was the first to see me. '' Good morning. I give a small smile. '' Good morning my love. Did you sleep well? '' Lucifer approaches. I give a forced smile. “Eh… sleep.” '' The two look at me seriously, waiting for me to continue. I sigh at that. “I just had a nightmare, that's all. Do not worry. “Of course we care about you, darling. Lucifer holds my face. “You are ours. And we take care of what belongs to us, which in this case, you.

*And the only creature, a Lupus Vampire, that can do this like this and act this way, be so fast and skilled, the ruthless of them all, over the course of time or history, is no other than*. ***Lucas Morningstar**.

Tomorrow I will keep my eyes on the work and my questions locked behind my teeth. But tonight the old memory will not stay buried. Tonight I can still feel the exact pressure of a dying man’s hand around my wrist, and the exact shade of gold that looked at me as if I were the last solid thing in a collapsing world. I lie down in the dark and wait for sleep that does not come easily. Somewhere beyond the wall the king of the lycans sits with a freshly bound shoulder, the lingering ghost of an old wound, and a question he has not finished asking—and may not be willing to leave that particular question alone for long.

Late in the evening, Lucifer carried Lucinda in his arms, forcefully opening the door to her room. Placing her gently on the bed, he admired her beautiful face as she clutched his hand. He felt an urge, a desire to possess her completely. She had come of age, but he restrained himself, tucking the duvet snugly around her body. He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "Good night, my queen," he whispered. "Good night," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. Her smile could illuminate the world. He watched her as she drifted off to sleep, turning to the other side of the bed. He left her room, closing the door behind him.

"So, I need you to deliver a message for me tomorrow." The comedian nodded his head vigorously, his entire body shaking with fear. "I-I will do as you say, your majesty," he declared, his voice trembling. Lucifer's lips curled into a wicked grin. "Excellent," he purred, leaning in closer to the terrified mortal. "Then listen closely, for my message is of the utmost importance..." Lucifer's mischievous smile suddenly morphed into a sinister grin as he fixed his piercing gaze upon the trembling comedian. "I was never talking to you," he declared, his voice dripping with contempt.

Lucifer’s head lowers towards Anais’s neck, her body tensing as his teeth begin to show. “Lucifer, what are you doing?” He moves so she can see his face. “Healing you, it will sting, but it will heal your wounds all of them.” He laughs, shaking his head. “I am joking, Anais; a vampire has no special effects for healing. However, my angel side does.” Lucifer’s hands raise up, the palms facing her wounds, the light shining bright covering her incisions.