Chapter 63: The True Lanza

Lucifer paced down the grey stone hallway with a soft red carpet. However, his tasks still needed to be completed. Thus, he palmed them off to those two maids with black hair instead.

The sound of his black boots walking on the stone floor resounded around the room. He thought his life had become dull because of fighting and war.

'I don't know why I feel this way. It's rather frustrating.'

"They were excited about being given a task, despite being a messenger."

His hand pressed against the large black doors, which creaked as he pushed them open slowly. The grand bedroom seemed a little too much when he looked inside.

Then he saw the centre bed; a beautiful blonde woman wearing a clear white camisole sat waiting for him. She looked towards him with her ocean blue eyes and long lashes fluttering. A slight red rouge smeared onto her thick lips as she blushed with red cheeks.

"Hello, Lucifer; I wanted to see you tonight," Lanza said, her voice neutral with a faint tremble.