The Magdalen
The day Lucifer left the laundry, she got up early, packed her small suitcase and gazed at the items of jewellery she had. Two small Claddagh rings, a pearl rosary and a small gold cross on a silver chain. These had belonged to “the Martyrs”, the girls whose deaths she had caused. Fingering the cross, she considered bringing it to the pawn on Quay Street, but it gave her such a thrill of remembrance, the surge of power she’d felt when those girls died. With a sigh, she put the cross in her bag, decided to keep it as a reminder of these glory days.
There would never be another time like this, and she knew her life would only be downhill after this. Her sister had two sons, and Lucifer adored them. She’d thanked the dark power she worshipped that her sister hadn’t had girls. A
