Well, hello. I am Lucifer Daniels. There isn't really very much to say. I was given this book to log my emotions, according to my therapist I am "incapable of human interaction" though I doubt that seeing as I have talked to those people I meet in my dreams just fine.
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The night was bleak, midnight is a time only the most impure roam the shadows. All the time spent in the dark increases how tainted a soul became. No human soul can hold that much hated, that much demonic presence. Not even one of pure power and future multi world domination.
The streets were crowded with drunken men and women all stumbling around looking for someone suitable to spend their night with, our main character was doing the same. But he took to a very different approach. On Thai particular night dear Lucifer had decided to break all his fathers rules one being the use of hair gel as it apparently "made the wearer vain, god doesn't love a man who is self obsessed." He also wore a black leather jacket, which made the scar across his cheek look much cooler. As Lucifer chugged down his sixth pint of cider a man caught his attention, this man was dressed up in a formal black button up shirt, tight black jeans and some extremely expensive looking black shoes. He stood in the centre of the dance floor, which was crowded by white girls in slutty dresses, looking unimpressed. It seemed as though the attention of these girls was unwanted by the man. The hound leather wearing brunette decided that this man was a good target for his night away from home; he waded his way through the sea of dizzy probably under aged girls, eventually arriving at his destination.
"Well, hello there~ I'm Lucifer Daniels~''
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The making of a Demon- a story of the devil
Genel KurguLucifer Daniels. A typical 17 year old boy, his life had been one with a strict up bringing. His father, a priest, had taught him the way to make God love him; maybe being rebellious wasn't the best action? Made by- @El__la @holly_zanexcupcake Plot...
