EPILOGUE

LUCIFER: UNTOLD

A tall foreigner stopped his car at an old gothic mansion. He warily watched the entire house that's been left to rot by the owners. He pushed the rusty gate and invited himself in. From where he was standing, he can hear people talking and murmuring, but a man in a microphone was the loud one. He walked inside the dusty old ballroom unnoticed by the people that were focused on the ongoing auction.

"A portrait, still intact but with a few scratches. It was believed to be the mistress of the underworld and the prince of hell. This was the symbol left here together with the other memorabilia that withstand the disaster that burned this magnificent and luxurious chateau. We have collaborated with the artists from the Paris museum to restore this, finest beauty, that most people say, the one great projection of sublime delinquency."