Lucifer could feel his anger surging once again.
Thoughts flooded his mind, overwhelming him and drowning out everything else—except for the simmering fury directed at the man who seemed to be manipulating his sister.
"You pi—"
"Speak, and you're a dead man," Lucian interjected, caught off guard by the sight of Lulu sprinting toward him.
He chose not to acknowledge her right away, instead focusing on the contorted expression on Lucifer's face, which appeared as if he had been constipated for a decade and was on the verge of an explosive release.
Fully aware of what was on the tip of Lucifer's tongue, Lucian raised the gun in his hand.
Although it was empty, he pointed it at Lucifer with an air of menace.
In that moment, Lucian's mind was consumed by a single purpose—tired of this child's play from an adult reborn as an angel.
