Lucifer began to twitch in the dark forest. Only a few minutes had passed, but he dreamed about what seemed to be countless lifetimes.
His red eyes fluttered open with the most fabulous memory of Gwendolyn fighting against himself, her beautiful figure and form those wings and perky breasts bouncing as she lunged about with her silver spear...
'Ah... fuck this useless shite; I only have one wife for now, Gwen.'
'Past lives? fuck em' they are the past!'
Lucifer stood up and began to admire the recovery of the forest and whoever helped clear the disgusting crap as several treants detecting his movement came towards him.
He was too close to summoning his spear. Instead, he lunged forward, twisting his body like a snake, grasping the dull iron daggers and slicing the bark of the bastard trees.
Slash!
A simple cut tore their bodies apart effortlessly, Prana being sucked from them as if they weren't even dead...
