Lucas
It was already past midnight when Yiren wrote the last sentence. His fingers stopped. The screen turned off. The book was… finished. He remembered putting his head on the table. Not after. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in his room. There were dim yellow lights flashing around him. The walls looked familiar. We are very familiar. This is… It was the world he wrote about. His heart accelerated. His feet wanted to move back, but the ground was silent, there was no escape. He walked down the corridor. With each step, the lights went out for a moment and then came back on. And then— The weather has changed. A step was heard. Heavy. Beware. Not in a hurry. Yiren stopped. In front of him was Lucas. Demon King. As it says in the book: He is strong, cold-blooded, and controls the space with his gaze. But there was something he didn't write. It was close. It was very close. Yiren retreated. He wanted to turn around and run away. Just a moment. Just a moment. Lucas was now in front of him. He had never run. He was in no rush. His voice was low, but left no room to escape: Yiren wanted to talk. His throat went dry. There was no sound. Lucas took a step closer. Lights
About Lucas
It was already past midnight when Yiren wrote the last sentence. His fingers stopped. The screen turned off. The book was… finished. He remembered putting his head on the table. Not after. When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in his room. There were dim yellow lights flashing around him. The walls looked familiar. We are very familiar. This is… It...Read more