Lucifer barely flinched. He lifted another cigarette to his lips, taking another slow drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs.
His boots tapped the ground again, a steady rhythm of impatience as the second man, trembling, tried to back away.
Before he could even move, the second shot rang out, this time louder, more immediate.
The man’s body crumpled, his limbs splayed out at awkward angles, blood pooling beneath him.
Lucifer let the smoke from his cigarette drift lazily through the air, watching as life drained from both men in the blink of an eye.
His boots clicked again against the cold concrete, the rhythm now matching the pulsing throb of the night.
With the men dead, Lucifer flicked the half-finished cigarette to the ground and crushed it under his heel. The smoldering tip glowed one final time before it was extinguished.
Lucifer’s boots clicked steadily against the concrete, the sound echoing in the oppressive silence of the night. As he turned from the two fallen bodies, his men moved swiftly into position, their eyes still locked on the aftermath.
He raised a hand, signaling for the black car to be prepared. A moment later, one of his guards approached the vehicle, stepping forward with a fluid motion that was almost too practiced to be human. He reached the rear door, pulling it open with a smooth, mechanical gesture.
Lucifer didn’t glance at the guard. With a slow, deliberate pace, he walked toward the car, the faint sound of his boots tapping against the pavement punctuating the otherwise quiet air. His cigarette hung loosely between his fingers, the ember burning bright in the dark night, casting a brief glow on his impassive face.
As he neared the car, he flicked the spent cigarette away, watching the glowing end fade into the darkness as it hit the ground.
Without a word, Lucifer slid into the backseat, his movements smooth, almost like a predator settling into its lair. The leather seat creaked softly under his weight, but there was no other sound, just the hum of the night air around them. The guard closed the door behind him with a soft, almost reverent click, ensuring Lucifer’s privacy was maintained.
The car’s engine roared to life, the tires crunching over gravel as they left the port behind.
The scent of saltwater and burning rubber filled the air, but Lucifer’s mind was elsewhere.
As he stared out the tinted window, her face appeared in his mind — the angel. Her smile, pure and innocent, flashed before him. He hadn’t realized how much he missed her until now.
Her laughter, her trust in him, all so different from the darkness he carried. He had pushed her away, yet she lingered in his thoughts.
Her innocence had been a light in his world, a world he’d long since abandoned.
He couldn’t go back to her, he knew that. But it didn’t stop the ache in his chest, the longing for something he could never have.
He tapped his fingers against the armrest, the soft rhythm filling the silence as his mind kept returning to her — to what he had lost.
The driver kept his eyes on the road, and Lucifer remained silent, the weight of his emotions buried beneath his cold exterior.
The night was far from over, but the ghost of her smile stayed with him.
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