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 guards were feeling a bit of pity for their prisoner. He's been captive for several days, and not once did he reveal the secrets he holds. His perseverance made his captors admired him. But the young Constantine has his own ultimatum from his father. One way or another, they will squish the truth from him. Strike after the other. Francis was growing impatient. If they continue the beating, the man will die with the secret they need. Harder and harder. Blood dripped on the dilapidated floor of the castle dungeon. Uncharacteristically out of them, but it was the safest place to keep the man. Reminding them of their inhumane past. The guards advised young Francis to lessen the lashes. 


"I need you to tell me what you know. Whatever it is that the Drax wanted from you." Francis muttered calmly. Relaxing his breathing to keep from laying another solid beating to the poor man. 


"You need to kill me first." The man replied in an exhausted voice. 


Thirty-One - Unveiled