The Devils Flowers

The Devils Flowers

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Jul 15, 2016
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Paranormal
Lucifer was sitting on his throne, made from the bones of the damned. He was in an all black robes, his hair was ruffled, his skin pale as snow, his eyes pure black. A soldier busted in, resting in his arms was an infant bundled in the man's cloak. Lucifer stood silently and walked towards the other man, eyes set intensely on the baby. He moved like a shadow, and was standing before the iron clad man in a matter of seconds. "The mother?" Lucifer murmured "She was dead when I got there my lord, the child was crying in the middle of the forest" The soldier said emotionlessly. Lucifer was looking at the baby intensely, suddenly, gently, he took the child into his arms. "Send word to my father, tell him I have a daughter, and her name is Cala. Like her mother's favorite flowers"
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