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

"This is absurd. Are we to bow soon to someone who we barely know?" 


"I heard he is both Valoa and Clement. That is extraordinary. But the woman he is with has no social position I suppose. I never saw her in most social functions. It's a shame if he ever decided to marry down." 


"Oh, really? There are other ladies he can choose from, certainly with a higher class. You saw his distant cousin arrived with an Astor. He should learn from him." 


"Poor boy. I heard he was raised in Sinister Palace. You can see the resemblance in how his choices have downgraded. Nathalia would've imploded in disappointment and disgust." 


Francesca was appalled to hear women of her social position boldly commented on Luthor's entrance. The elite crowd pretended to be cheerful. Luthor was standing six foot and five inches but everyone in the room looked down on him. Nathaniel Pride completely recovered and accommodated his visitor, keeping his enthusiasm despite the loss of his control over everything. 


Forty-Six - Unexpected Expectancy