It All Comes Falling Down

It All Comes Falling Down

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Mystery
Lucifer wasn't dealt the best hand. Let's say he was handed rotting lemons. His father decided his children and wife didn't need him anymore, and up and left, leaving his mother depressed for a long time. She used to cry when she thought no one was around. No one ever liked him, he was a loner. He even used to contemplate suicide. But now, he has managed to turn those lemons fresh. He met a beautiful and joyful girl, Alicia. But he doesn't have magic, and his lemons will soon turn sour again. Can he really ever turn his life around? Is his current happiness only an illusion? Maybe he will remain an angry person his whole life, hating anyone who goes against him.
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