White

Book 2 Of The Key
The torture chamber was engulfed in blue flames. The men in white were all dead, with flames on their clothes.
"Good job, dear." My father says from behind me.
I turn quickly, ready to take apart his being, piece by piece, then bathe in his blood.
"Lucifer." Mylo says.
My father, or Lucifer, smiles at him. "Hello, how are Keyed one?" My father waves his hand and the chains disappear from both Mylo and Apollo's wrists.
Apollo stands up and throws himself onto me, hugging my waist.
I run my hands through his hair, the strawberry blonde locks fluffing up as I do so.
Mylo stands as well, walking straight to Lucifer, attempting to hide the obvious misery on his face.