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

There was an obvious disappointment in the vast majority of the students when Professor Devonne Pride Samira stopped telling his story. It was their last session for the semester, and it became a habit for them to hear about the infamous Underground Society. He shook his head. Some stories are better off untold, but they were on the best part. 


"Oh, come on! Can you at least summarize what really happened after Camillus Clement returned, professor? Why did you decide to become this boring professor? I have a lot of questions!" One of his students exclaimed. Totally engrossed with the story. 


"In another time, Mr. Green." He chuckled. 


Another unified discontent was verbalized by the students but they all packed up for the next subject. Devonne wished them all good luck for the next semesters ahead. The students were glued to their seats. A beautiful lady went inside the room and kissed Devonne on the lips. 


Fifty - Ce n'est pas la fin