Trick Graell

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I soon found out who Trick Graell was.

As it wasn't determined whether I "would be part of the gang" or not Lucifer decided that I would stay in the back bedroom for the night instead of a room in the inn. Either because he felt like Trick Graell would accept me, or because he didn't like the idea of me rooming alone when the building had over a 100 succubi.

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"Here's the place," Lucifer said easily, with a flutter of his wings. "Our Casa within Casa del NOPE."

The first time I set foot in that room, it was empty save for 4 beds. 2 twins and 2 queens. One of the twin beds was attached to one of the queens like a bunk bed. The other twin bed was lonely in the corner, like a lost puppy. A desk was next to it, and leaning up against that desk was a sledgehammer.

Lucifer yawned and pulled out a sleeping bag. "You can take my bed," he murmured. "It's the bunk." With that, he laid his sleeping bag on the floor.

A black mist seeped through the door and I stopped, halfway up the ladder. Lucifer got to his feet, immediately energetic. He looked excited, almost like a predator about to catch an extremely elusive prey. His mannerism seemed natural to him. Had he been a bounty hunter once?

A voice, terrible yet beautiful, echoed through the room. I shivered at the absolute hate in that voice.

You, it said.

I whirled around in terror.

I knew that voice.

"Lindsey?" I asked with wonder and terror.  

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