All which the devil had done to his wife somehow came all together at the same time, in making him realize there was indeed nothing special about his last deeds. He was the devil, the most feared creature ever and the most brutal forever but right now, he felt guilty about turning Milka Brainless; Not about killing Theogo, he never minds that one, let the boy rot in hell.
Memories of when Milka became pregnant and after that came flashing vividly. His eyes stayed fixed on her royally luxurious empty bed as the memories of the night in which his entombed pain resurfaced flooded.
There he could see her wearing her royal blue gown, staring out the window while biting her fingernails without noticing his suffocating presence. In reality, Lucifer felt his legs moving on their own towards her.
