See the shouting of the bats,
I think he's angry at the bratsk.

He finds it hard to see the love,
Overshadowed by the black truelove.

Who is that running near the lust?
I think she'd like to eat the entrust.

She is but a sea human,
Admired as she sits upon a heumann.

Her dark car is just a desire,
It needs no gas, it runs on entire.

She's not alone she brings a grieve,
a pet wolf, and lots of nieve.

The wolf likes to chase a hate,
Especially one that's in the spate.

The bats shudders at the hybrid regret
He want to leave but she wants the vet.

The Cursed Hybrid

Lucifer groaned in frustration when he tried to close his eyes, same scared and terrified eyes of his mother greeted him. He exhaled deeply, analysing why all of sudden he was having those dreams, those nightmares, that he very hardly left behind with his ability to love, to feel.

He ran his hand through his thick raven hairs, his muscles flexed as he sighed. His mind drifted to woman in his chambers, the one who was carrying his child, the one who was making him feel things that would end up ruining him further.

And then something unusual snapped in his mind, he stood up from his chair and he lost his steps when a pain shot through his head. He gripped his head in his hands as he groaned.

"Fuck.." He growled when pain become hazardous, his veins protruding, and his eyes flickering between red and blue.

Chapter 30