The pain woke Lucifer up. The pain in his chest was widespread, piercing, painful. Lucifer wanted to get up immediately and sit up, but… Roxus was asleep by his side. He didn't want to wake his lover, so he restrained himself, opened his eyes and slowly released Roxus' embrace from his waist.
Cold sweat trickled down his back slowly as he backed up and got off the futon bedding. He teleported to a nearby forest, and—
"Urrp! Huk!"
Lucifer vomited a clot of blood. The man fell to his knees under a tree, still vomiting. His hand that was leaning against the tree trunk was shaking. His hair, wet with cold sweat, stuck to his temples.
"Cough! Cough, cough! Urp!"
Another clot of blood came out of his mouth.
