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LUCIFER'S SOFT HANDS grazed over the paper, materialising a pen in the right one as he began to write with the dark ink on the tip of the feather. A few lush, crimson locks fell before his eyes as he leaned forward in his seat onto his maroon desk.

With EROS, he wrote :

❝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟɪsʜ ᴄᴀsɪɴᴏ,
ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs ʙʟᴏᴏᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴍᴇʀᴀʟᴅ ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs - I invite you in my arms to feel my embrace - to hear the beating of my heart and to feel my love on your lips ❞

The ink flowed smoothly into a dark puddle, writing the deepest thoughts of the man known as The Morningstar.

Once again, he could feel his angel body retract, letting his hand take the form of his furry paws.
His bloody, broken wings painfully disappeared, leaving Lucifer to shed a few tears of pure blood.

Who knew Lucifer's heart could still beat after his soul died ?

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