Lucifer watched the charred bodies of the humans crumble into ashes. His heart was calm, void of all turbulent emotions. As if this was merely killing some bugs on the kitchen counter. He looked down at the adorable woman who slept in his arms.
His heart gave several loud thumbs. Lucifer realised why this woman interested him.
Claire's soft, curly brown hair is close to a black shade. Her exotic skin with a light tan from all her time spent fighting in the morning and afternoon sun. She resembled his mother in the only life that remained his. Since he devoured the soul of Lucian, it meant he stole everything that was his.
"It turns out, despite my countless years of life. A single human woman causes my heart to tremble. This is something I should snuff out, or embrace with open arms…"