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

Nathan Pride's guests were treated like royalty in his apartment. It was clear what the extravagant welcome was all about. Luthor grew up in Hector's veiled intentions, he will not submit to another blind obedience. Their current position gave them no choice but obliged. 


"Mr. Drax, most unfortunate to hear about the retaken of Sinister Palace," Nathan spoke. 


They were all seated at the dining area, and they all stopped eating after Nathan's controversial statement. Luthor was aware of his family's history. At least the story he was meant to hear. 


"Retaken? What was that supposed to mean?" Hazel was the first to voice her curiosity. 


"Foolish girl. Your family has been slaving to the Drax for three generations, and you don't even know a thing." Nathan said in disappointment without rendering a glance to the lady. 


"Enlighten us, then, sir," Luthor replied calmly but with disdain to Nathan's attitude towards Hazel. 


Thirty-Three - Dynasty