Lucifer's point of view
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"Wake up you'll be late for your first day in your new school!" Shouted my father from downstairs. I threw on my "I heart cats" hoodie and some jeans. I look into the mirror and sigh. My hair sticks up in all directions as I grab my hairbrush. I start ripping violently through my hair with my brush. Careful to avoid the large horn sticking out of the side of my head. I finally finished brushing the knots from my hair as I run down the stairs. My dad was cooking breakfast. Not exactly what people would expect the king of hell to be doing but hey, he's not as bad as you'd assume. I sit across from my brother at the table. He looks up at me and rolls his eyes. I guess not everyone hearts cats. But he's a dick so whatever. I look at the large horns sticking out of the sides of his head. The only thing bigger than them, his ego. I make myself toast and grab my bike. I ride off to my new school alone. Hopefully it's better than the last.
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Satan's school of disobedience
Подростковая литератураWhen Lucifer's father sends him to a private school for young demons to learn how to raise all hell he starts to have regrets about who he considers his friends.
