Lucifer looked livid. No, he was livid. His silver eyes zeroed on the blood that kept dripping on the carpet from my palm as I still clutched the dagger in my palm and his silver pools darkened dangerously, making my heart to hammer against my chest. His lips curled in a malicious snarl as his canines elongated, his eyes clouding with bloodlust. The kid— Theo, clutched on the hem of my dress in fear and I wrapped my good arm around his small body, trying to assure him that we were alright. But I myself was shook.
Before I could have done something, Lucifer marched towards the men who threw the dagger at Theo or probably me, I wasn't sure and squeezed his throat, making everyone step back in fear. Lucifer was Satan. And his eyes told me that the Devil within him was surfacing, dominating
