"You"
And just like that, the greatest poem was written, in one word.
-Clinton-
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Torak was in his new office alone when a gust of wind scattered the paper on his table, he squinted his eyes as an unpleasant smell invaded his nose.
"Torak Donovan."
A man, with eyes that reflected his vicious soul that was darker than the night sky, and his tan skin that glimmered under the lamp light. He was looking at Torak with his golden eyes, a smirk made its way to his pursed lips.
"Lucifer."Torak greeted the unwelcome guest without a trace of warmth in his voice, he stood up from his seat and strode over towards Lucifer. "I don't recall that I welcome you here." His voice was getting colder with every step that he took.
"Don't worry, I welcome myself." Lucifer slumped his butt on the cozy dark leather sofa.
