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The sight of their home doesn't warm his heart as it usually does. It towers over him, a court for his jurors.

He enters the living room, scouts the area before landing on the long, plush couch. He lies Mammon's limp body against the velvet.

He swallows down his fear and pride. They stick to his throat and choke his words down.

The nights he had left him hanging from the rafters, when his screams echoed through the hallways echo in his ears.

They hadn't listened. He hadn't listened.

And now Mammon wasn't talking at all.

Lucifer walks closer to Mammon's body and kneels.

He can hear the gasps of appall and horror. Lucifer bowing before Father...after all that has happened.

The sound of sizzling grows louder.

The scum beneath your fingernailsजहाँ कहानियाँ रहती हैं। अभी खोजें