Don't kill me after reading this chapter. Because I love you all.
"Who the hell is she?" Lucifer roared, while the doctor who was trying to clean his wounds, shivered. Black locks of his thick curls hid his forehead while his body heaved badly in anger, pain, and lust.
It was the first thing he talked about since he came back home. His assistant, Seb, only wondered.
Seb got Lucifer's call one hour ago and he came to pick Lucifer up but was frozen looking at his state. His clothes were dirty, the jaw was swollen, with left shoulder hunching. Seb didn't have the courage to ask him so he remained silent until Lucifer himself decides to talk.
"Who?" Seb asked carefully, but Lucifer didn't reply. The only thing that worried Seb was, every time he ever finds Lucifer this lost in his thoughts
