The power of a forgotten piece

When Lucifer arrived , Rudra felt like he was reliving his worst nightmare , as his mind screamed ' NO , NO, NO , NO , NO , NO FUC**** WAY. NO LET ME GO! '. 

Lucifer looked exactly as Rudra imagined the devil to be from his childhood memories. A very distinct black wings that spanned over a two meters end to end. 

An extremely handsome face that had ' Bad boy ' plastered all over itself that girls were sure to drool over. A jawline as sharp as the elven sword and eyes as black as the deep space. 

His every movement screamed elegance , However there was just something repulsive about him as a package. 

Rudra just wanted to get the fuck out of there , but with Lucifer watching him with hawk eyes , there was no freaking way that Rudra would be able to move even a single centimetre without alerting the devil . 

To be honest , he was out of options and completely at the mercy of the devil.