He blinked, his expression flattening. “I’m Lucifer.” “Oh,” I whispered, swallowing hard. He glared, crossing his arms. “You don’t seem impressed.” “I’m just not surprised to see you at this point,” I muttered. That wasn’t a lie either. The devil himself was in front of me, and all I could think about was how fucking numb I felt without Meduso. “Not surprised to see Lucifer himself? In the flesh?!” I sighed, my chest aching. “Not really. You’re famous, but anyone that knows the world of creatures knows you’re not really…like the devil. You’re the first fallen angel, and very powerful, but not
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