Lucifer
The air was heavy, saturated with the smell of sulfur. She looked around. All around, illuminated by crimson light, is a wasteland. The ground beneath his feet was hot. In the distance there were shadows that looked like towers, but too irregular to be the creation of man. "Well, here we are" ,"you whispered." We haven't quite arrived, dear,"" a voice rang out. He was deep, velvety, with a slight hoarseness. You turned sharply. As if appearing out of nowhere, a man stood, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, with a few more demons in it.
About Lucifer
The air was heavy, saturated with the smell of sulfur. She looked around. All around, illuminated by crimson light, is a wasteland. The ground beneath his feet was hot. In the distance there were shadows that looked like towers, but too irregular to be the creation of man. "Well, here we are" ,"you whispered." We haven't quite arrived, dear,"" a...Read more