By the time they left Warlock's office, the sun had almost fully set. The only reminder of the brightest star on Earth was the reddish-orange line in the horizon that it left behind while its brightness left the surface for a couple of hours.
Juin was walking quietly toward the bus stop while Lucifer floated above him as per usual.
Looking down at Juin's backpack, where he had kept the dagger, Lucifer had a somewhat heavy expression. When Juin was testing out the dagger, Lucifer remembered a piece of seemingly unimportant memories that he had long placed behind the back of his head before.
It was a long, long time ago, when Lucifer was still an extremely young child who had not passed his 12th birthday. Ralmaroz and Lucifer had been admiring the portraits of all the past kings in the hallway at the castle when Lucifer asked his father about the dagger in his portrait, since he had never seen his father using it before.
