Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
⧗ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
THE COLD BREEZE DIRECTLY HIT HER IN THE FACE, blowing her hair away while she proceeded to walk to nowhere in particular, simply unbothered by the cold weather. The roads were empty, the street lights illuminating the darkness as she passed two phone booths already. With each step she took, her heels made a clicking sound that satisfied her ears yet the problem happens to be that it's too quiet. She believed it was just her paranoia but when she passed a third phone booth, it started to ring out of nowhere. Lucifer's heart slightly sped up but she preferred to ignore it, acknowledging that it couldn't be a coincidence.
Walking by another one and then another one as it did the same. Her eyes flickered above only to soon catch the surveillance camera move, placing her in the middle of the frame. In an instant, the girl knew it was for her, for only she feared what news she'll receive today.
Lucifer sighed, reaching over to grab the phone and put it over her ear. She couldn't make out anything except for the ragged breaths she heard on the other side of the call. "Hello?" She spoke, hoping to get a response but she got nothing. Instead, the store in front of her with the large window showing off their televisions that are on display for the public, turned on at once, every single one of them.
"Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire—"
The redhead stood still and any confusion that she felt rushed through her body, diminished, not wanting to give away some sort of reaction to her live audience. Lucifer was taught from a young age to suppress any kind of emotion so it wasn't a complete shock that she's great at it. After all, she doesn't have a single clue on who's keeping tabs on her. So, with a blank face and a middle finger thrown in the air, she carried on.
But with this information, a new problem arises with a difficult decision to make, will she go back or will she turn her back on this; on him — just like she did a few years ago?
