For centuries, I've ruled my kingdom with an iron fist. I've enjoyed torturing souls and demons for the fun of it. I'm the feared and cunning ruler of the underworld. I'm Satan, King of hell.
I've ruled alone for years and yearned to share my thron...
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Lenox Hill Hospital
(Lucifer)
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Four Hours...
It's been Four Painful hours since I was rescued. It's since that bastard shot her in the lower abdomen.
The moment my true love closed her eyes, It felt like my whole world had collapsed. My heart was breaking. I couldn't bear the thought of losing her again; here we are again at the hospital once more. She's clinging to life; we managed to bring her to the hospital as fast as we could. Along the car ride, she still had a pulse. I managed to cover up her wound, but it was still deep.
When I watched as the doctors operated on her, my mind was racing, thinking about her bastard ex-husband. These past four days have made me wonder why he has her and her sister. Did he touch her?Did he r*pe her?
If he took advantage of her, there would be Hell to pay. As of right now, he's currently being tortured by Veronica and my guards. My mind was also racing about his ex-girlfriend, Christine. What was she doing in his clutches, and why? When Veronica & I encouraged her and the man, I could tell she'd been under Michael's torture as well, but for what purpose?
When I brought her to the hospital, the doctors immediately performed surgery on her. Fortunately, they managed to save her in time. As they operated on her, they confirmed that her bruises from the crash were minor, but the bullet struck her appendix, so they had to remove it immediately. Although the operation was a success, they had to place her in a medically induced coma to help her body heal.
*sighs*
The doctors have been performing surgery on her for the past three hours. Her friends and family all came, awaiting the news of her condition. The doctors said her sister is progressing and fully recovering, which is good. After thirty painful minutes, the doctor and nurse exited the operating room—the moment of truth.
"Mr. Morningstar?" said Doctor John
"How is she?" I asked
The anxiousness was eating me alive, as were the others; we were unprepared to hear any bad news. Please be alright, my darling.
