With the chaos that happened, Nathalia's grave was not finished. It was half filled. Wasted flowers scented the grounds. Shovels lie useless. Chairs scrambled in the area. A forlorn sight for the most feared woman in the society.

As the rest of the people squandered for their lives, one man remains. The oldest friend. Three other men came. They picked the shovels as the old man orders. Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. 

The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold.

Lucifer: Untold

The sight of the Samira Mausoleum cut opened Renard's fully healed wound. This time it's deeper. He found himself standing on the same podium where he said his goodbyes to Catherine and his father. His son, Devonne, watched how he stood proudly amidst the horror of their family's deaths. Renard was breaking apart and no one knows. 


The attendees were only the ones very close to the family. Attendance was strictly at the minimum. It was harder for the head of the household to hold it together because Viktor was away for the trial. The house Samira made an appeal to reschedule but they moved up the date instead giving Viktor no choice. 


A lot of the upper-class visitors had a contempt for the choice of the Christian church to bless the funeral. Renard couldn't care more about the displeasure. One of Allison's wishes was to remain Catholic. It was the least he could do. 


Twenty-Nine - Blood