BOOK 1
No one believes the devil could possibly be real. Not until they see her in person. The rebellious fallen angel had no interest in finding love until she found the matching piece to her unsolved puzzle.
BOOK 1
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Luci's pov:
With my brother on my back I had to make my plans quick, that meant speeding up the process of a lot of things, like meeting the Mikaelsons, and the interesting witch; Davina Claire.
Step one; Davina.
Today was important, I needed information, but I needed to be careful about it, if I got caught it would make things only the more complicated for myself.
I was driving in my convertible, applying my lipstick in the mirror as the car sped, my hair flowing back in the opposite direction of the wind due to how fast the car was speeding.
I first needed to know who Davina Claire was and if she was any danger, yes I've heard she was powerful but how powerful?Wwas she someone I needed to keep an eye on?
A church. This is where she was suppose to be? Find that hard to believe, but I need answers, I'm in no place to question.
"This is ironic" I muttered under my breath as I stepped into the church.
The church was silent, no sound, not even a cranky pipe, just stillness. The church was like any other church, pointless, but I put my personal opinions behind me and attempted to find the girl.
Looking around the church was pretty basic, but so was any other church, what happened to putting my personal opinions behind me?
I spotted some stairs, deciding that the witch girl wasn't down here, I decided to test my luck, she's bound to be somewhere in this church, just a matter of where.
Once I reached the top, I twisted the handle, revealing a girl with a stick of charcoal in her hand, scraping it across a canvas.
"Davina" I said, my voice echoed airily across the room, making Davina quickly turn around to me, a soft smile spread across my face. "Your an artist?"
"Who are you?" She asked, her voice shaking as she looked up and down. Maybe she wants some advice on better fashion sense?
"It's Prada" I whisper in a joking matter, I knew she wasn't really thinking about the brand of my cloak, it was more fun to tease her.
