Truthfully, the night was so ferine and woeful in contrast to its gone-away day and as well in a minor fraction of how it might end. Single unique Omin's defensive doings made it so, and sadly, her husband was the ground behind the course of all the doings.
Muteness of the situation was very abnormal, as for all that could be heard were the swift moves of venomous spikes piercing the air and killing innocent lives all in the hearings of the dark lord, whose undivided attention was on one location only, the Well of Starvation, which his son was actually inside; He believed.
To talk of assuming how gently stormy his soul was right now, the level would be known to be on a different level of a different story. "The smell wouldn't be lively if she is right." Lucifer murmured, "This well is of no use anymore..."
The spike which Milka sent him burnt into black dust without even turning around, keeping his focus on his thoughts.