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

In the beginning, life was handed to them on a silver platter. Envy and jealousy have become the trademark of their reign. Many were brewing a perfect rebellion but none had the courage to execute until the Drax rose to power. For a thousand years, they've lived in luxury, influence, and power. 


Amour Propre De Clemente had been in the Clement family for generations, and only this time, the extravagant halls have never been quiet. Its spacious ballroom; unused, accomodating rooms; empty, and to remind him of who they were, Camillus Clement was there, inside the huge family room, alone. Standing in front the great personalities of his lineage, including his sister, Nathalia Celestine Clement Alderige. 


Heritage of the great. Bloodline of rulers. Amidst the roaring new era, he will ensure his legacy. His ailing self did not refrain him from his next plan. He fetched the landline phone. Dialed Zion. 


Fifty-One - Amour Propre