Lucifer: Untold

With the chaos that happened, Nathalia's grave was not finished. It was half filled. Wasted flowers scented the grounds. Shovels lie useless. Chairs scrambled in the area. A forlorn sight for the most feared woman in the society. As the rest of the people squandered for their lives, one man remains. The oldest friend. Three other men came. They picked the shovels as the old man orders. Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold.

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Fifty-Two - Lucifer: Untold

Cunningham Fortress

Charles Green parked his convertible in the parking space. He was cleared at the main gate. He had a special badge that paved his way in, making the guards eye him suspiciously. It wasn't just a special badge for visitors but a house badge for the Clement staff.

Cunningham does not forget its people. Charles was tagged when he stepped out of his car. He was intentionally observed by the surveillance cameras, maids, and other staff. He strolled inside the fortress, and his expectations were satiated as the gothic building did not disappoint. Portraits of its noble residents in the past lined up in the corridor with little illuminations. One by one, he checked them all until the last Prime Leader, Camillus Clement. Questions immediately suspended in the air as he contemplated them all. Camillus Clement was dethroned on the last Amour Propre. He looked around for some assistance. A janitor who was monitoring his every movement aided him.

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