Chapter 75- Lulu's hate
Lulu stirred a bit, feeling the weight of the morning pressing down in her tiny room.
You could hear the soft rustle of blankets and maybe a little chime of sunlight creeping through the curtains, lighting up her small figure.
Slowly, her eyelids started to flutter open, and when they did, you could see her hollow, glassy eyes just kind of staring at the ceiling, totally unfocused.
Her breath hitched. "B-Bwother...?" she whispered, her voice trembling, fragile as a snowflake about to melt.
But the warmth she sought was absent, replaced only by the suffocating emptiness of memory.
Her tiny hands clutched the quilt tightly, trembling as fresh tears began to pool in her wide, unblinking eyes.
The fragments of her brother's face, his warm hand holding hers, and his protective presence swirled like cruel phantoms in her mind.
But they were gone now.
All of them.
Lucifer was gone.