Lucifer’s apprentice (part 2)
Crimson stood on a neighboring rooftop, looking into the window of his most recent target. He watched a young man, no older than thirty tuck in his sick daughter. She was hooked up to an oxygen machine. Crimson tilted his head as he watched the man kneel at her bed and say a quick prayer. This one wasn’t going to be easy. He was practically a celebrity, with people watching him at all times throughout the day. He’d learned his lesson the last time he was impatient and sloppy. A bystander reported him and even gave an, though inaccurate, description of him. He’d managed to secure better clothes for his hunts, something dark that would hide his features and markings. For now, people were just weary of a strange man with red eyes. It’d be best that he didn’t dr
