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'and may I ask your name?'
her lips are laced in a smirk as she delicately replies , 'lucifer'
'l-lucifer? as in the-'
'the devil? yes, darling. but you, my sweetheart, can call me lucie'
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erela would do anything for the sweet taste of victory.
lucie craves the sweet taste of human lust.
they both want what they can't have , or so they thought.