"T-thank you," Ramian told Lucifer, seeing that it's because of Lucifer that the people ran away.
He turned to his dead son, who was just five years old, placing his hand on the cheeks of the little boy.
"I, no, we are sorry for your loss. You shouldn't have lost your son. I can only try to imagine your pain," Zale said, sighing.
Lucifer didn't comment anything. He simply glanced at the dead boy. There was something strange which he was feeling inside himself. He didn't understand what it was, but it was slightly odd feeling.
"We are leaving," he told Zale. "We have people to meet."
He stopped looking at the boy and left the room. He believed that Clarisse had run away by now. The only reason he didn't chase her was because he truly didn't want to fight. He subconsciously wanted to let her leave.
