The Last Tear Of Lucifer Novels & Stories

her tears is flowing while she’s looking at Lucifer. His heart stopped and now, he is finally dead. After a long years. Lucifer finaly say good bye. He never survived the last chemotherapy because he also have heart complication Ely stood up and kissed his lips. “Lucifer hubby, let me sent you to your home. I will always love you, Lucifer.” she whipped her tears and call the ambulance for assistance. “Mom, why are you crying?” Luis asked her. “You dad is resting now in heaven.” Luis didn’t moved he’s standing and stunned while looking at her mom.

Lucifer is able to teleport so they'll be ok. For now, everything is peaceful. ******************THE END**************

He reached out and touched my forehead. I felt a cold, jagged tug at my brain. The warmth of the furs, the scent of sandalwood and cedar, the feeling of Eryx’s heart beating against mine—it all began to dissolve into a grey, featureless fog. The "slow burn" of our love was being extinguished by the "Great Silence". The bone-gates groaned and swung open. "Welcome to the Vault of Tears, Healer," Lucian said, stepping aside. "Your 'monster' is waiting. Though I doubt he’ll recognize the woman who just sold the soul of their union to save his skin."

Chapter 27 – Blood Tears The Seraphim bell tolled in the night, hoarse as the groan of a dying world. All of Valenfort was shrouded in a strange red glow — not moonlight, but reflections from pillars of blood burning in the sky. People called them “blood tears” — the Sanctuary’s final tears, falling whenever the balance between human and vampire shattered. Lucien stood on the old fortress balcony, where he once watched the city with Evelyn. Now only wind cut through, cold enough to slice flesh. He still clutched the silver necklace — the only remnant after she vanished into the Blood Seal.

The last thing he saw before darkness consumed him was Luna smiling as the sigil shattered, her eyes gleaming like twin eclipses. Lucifer now greatly panicked and terrified as he saw his mate coughed up blood and lose conscious, princess carry him as he command Pride, "Prepare to open the portal Pride, I am forcibly entering hell. Contact Cerberus first and then tell him to keep the child from prying eyes, especially from Luna and the Archangel." "What no that's dan---" Lucifer shut him off as his voice boomed across "Just do as I goddamn command you Pride." Then he hastily went out and left them and teleported to their secret Garden hidden in the Forest.

I yelled in frustration unable to contain it any longer, my tear bags burst open and the tears flowed out freely, leaving streaks of saltiness as it rolled down my cheek. Lucifer's POV I was quite taken aback by her outburst as I stared at her. My punishments could not keep her shrewish tongue lying low for long. I wanted to be oblivious to her sufferings but in a way she always had me chained to them. I was punishing her as my slave for all her wrongs and she was in a way involving me in them. I shook my head. If I let her tears or words wear me down then everything I had planned out will be placed on hold and that was not want I wanted. The least of what I wanted was to have them haltered

He took it from my hand and turned away at once, already calling for the duty healer. Sylvie’s chair remained where it was. She looked at me, and the smile slowly rising to her lips made no effort to hide itself. “Thank you, Elara. But even if you give me your kidney, Lucien will never love anyone but me. And that place beside him, the one you stole, was always meant to come back to me.” “Get out.” The room went quiet, but the chair did not move. I opened my eyes again. Lucien was already gone. Only Sylvie remained.

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