Stepping past the gate — which was painted white but made of iron that had been meandered into flowery shapes — Lucifer hummed curiously at the staircase that greeted him immediately. It appeared the heart of the house was the second floor, rather than the first. Climbing up the steps, looking around, the beautiful angel asked himself if he’d ever come near to this place; surely, he had. It wasn’t familiar, but he’d traveled everywhere back when he delivered fruits with Rosier. What if he’d left a basket of pears outside Michael’s home thousands of years ago without realizing it?
CRAZY
time is truly not real
