Luci is Short for Lucifer
When Tyrin laid in bed, fast asleep with the medallion tucked away safely in his pocket, the Great Demon Lord sat on his throne, feasting on the body of a Lumaran, a light being, as a celebratory meal. Phase one of the plan was finally complete. Natasha, however, did not share the enthusiasm. “Why are you not eating, Natasha? Come, enjoy this feast with me!” He held up the arm of the being, dripping in blood—it was her favorite part.
She waved it away. “But, Sire… What if the boy does not do what you ask of him? His will is strong. Even with both our powers combined, we struggled to keep him under our influence long enough to convince him to take Delusion’s Amulet.” She turned back to gaze into their little window into the Third, staring at the sleeping boy. Lucifer did not look concerned.
“He will do as I say. As long as that jewel around his neck glows, we have at least minimal control of him and the fragment. When we no longer have a use for him,” Lucifer paused so he could pluck an eyeball from his meal, “we will dispose of him too.”
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