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She turned to look at him but his gaze was still on the road and she had a little hard time figuring out what he meant. “Lucian is your name?” she asked to be sure but like she expected, he ignored her but not totally, he did tell her his name after all. Lucian, she thought looking out the window again, that’s a nice name but come to think of it, Lucian, Lucifer, what is the difference? She glanced at him, at his emotionless beautiful side profile, it is said that Lucifer is extremely beautiful and all right? And the man with her was just the same; guess he really is the devil.

Lucifer was handsome himself, with his dark red hair making him even more alluring. Lana fell in love with Lucifer, despite knowing he was a devil. Lucifer was not a demon but a devil - his other name is devil. However, Lana's father forbade her from seeing Lucifer because he was evil and kept creating more demons. But Lana kept seeing him every night, so one day, Lucifer asked Lana to marry him. Without hesitation, Lana accepted and left her kingdom to live on land with Lucifer. She became known as Lavana - Lucifer's love. Lana tried to change Lucifer from evil to good, but it never worked. She soon regretted marrying him, but it was too late - she was already pregnant with his child. Nobod

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

"Okay, I get that you are angry that I did not discuss it with you first, I should not have broken the news to you like that." "Is that your way of saying sorry? Cos it sucks, it really does." The conversation seemed intimate and he felt like he was intruding on her privacy. He turned to go when he heard the man say "Perdonami, il mio bambino." (Forgive me, my child.) He did not know much of Italian, but he knew that Bambino meant child. He wondered if the man was Chiara's father, the famous mafia don. "As long as we are clear concerning this."

he mutters the last part with an impetuous grin. My brows knitted in confusion. Liar. A muscle in Lucifer’s jaw twitched as he glared at Greg whose face was glistened in beads of sweat. "Your apology means nothing to me, Greg. You said with confidence that she will be on her best behavior and presentable. Now I am here standing in front of a woman who looked like she just lost a catfight and from what I am seeing Greg. She is far from looking presentable." Lucifer remarked, taking a threatening step closer to Uncle Greg who stiffened beside me. "Please tell me. Is this your way of embarrassing me? Disrespecting me." he questions. Greg shakes his head, letting out a nervous chuckle.

the smile on my face faded, instantly and my jaw ticked hearing an all too familiar name. Dylan also realized his mistake and apologized, "I'm sorry, Mason, I forgot." I just nodded and walked to my room. I don't want to remember her name. She was a real bit¤h! She was a cheater. A liar. A girl who didn't care for anyone but herself. She always thought of her benefit. And then there's this girl. Angel. I love this name for her. She was just like an angel, sent by God to brighten my day. My foul mood was replaced by a contented one. I felt my lips curl upwards.

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

The air around him shimmered, feathers of light trying to emerge before dissolving back into his skin. Lucifer smirked, folding his arms. “You really thought you could bury what you are beneath fur and flesh? That the heavens would forget the Archangel of Light simply because he now howls under the moon?” Mikael’s voice turned cold. “The fuck are you talking about. I didn't even know I was an angel asshole. I’m Alpha Mikael of the Light Sain Pack. Whatever you think I was, it died the moment I fell to this world.” Both Lucifer and the Void smirked at his reply "Oh so you cuss. What happened to the saintly Alpha, the oh so perfect right hand of the creator?"

She mumbles in distress. Lucifer swallows deep before he asks. “You’re Lana, but you’re not quite Lana anymore, are you? What’s your name, Seraphim?” Lana bites her lip and looks down at her lap. “Hadraniel. My name is Hadraniel.” Lucifer flinches back as if he’d been slapped in the face, his mouth tightening with an untold emotion. “Hadraniel? The angel of love. That’s what your name means?”