Lucifer: Untold

"You know them?" He curiously asked the old man, given the reaction he had as he glimpsed to the huge portrait. The butler managed to get back to his senses and straightened up. He cleared his throat then shook his head. Devonne was not convinced with his uncertain denial. "Are you sure? You looked like you're about to faint the moment you saw who those people on the portrait." Devonne started pressing. The butler was back to his poker face. He stared back at the portrait like it was a normal display in the house. It started to spark a curiosity on Devonne's part. Mr. Mercer has this talent of altering his expression as fast as he had showed them. "I believe I am not familiar with them." He denied, now with much certainty. "Even a slightest recognition?" Devonne was still not dropping it. "Yes. Now, I need you to---" He walked out the mom

The cool breeze of Paris immediately welcomed Devonne when he stepped out of the train. A victorious smile formed on his lips. He is finally back to the place where he felt most alive. London has been choking him for his entire life and Paris was a good place to escape. He held a cab and headed to his mother's ancestral home. After he told the driver where he is headed, fear unfolded to the driver's face. It's like hearing a forbidden word after a long time. "Monsieur, are you sure you are going there?" The driver spoke in his tongue tied English. "Yes. I just saw it on the map. I just want to see it in person." He even showed his phone to convince the driver. The driver reluctantly nodded but didn't bother asking further questions. The ride was a bit peculiar for Devonne. He has been receiving weird glances from the driver through the rear view mirror, but he chose to ignore it. He figured that the driver may be scared

Tondo, Manila, Philippines In the lines of the impoverished neighborhood, a lot of families have considered it home for many years, even for their entire life. People raised their own as to what they see fit to their growing environment. Dangerous, but they call it home. As the night grew deeper, mysterious men came. Five cars stopped at a particular street. Their dark auras came with a dark purpose. The drunkards near a retail store went eerily quiet noticing the odd gentlemen sweeping the area, checking every house. The hunt is a bit challenging. Given the financial standing of most inhabitants, the houses were inconveniently identical. Men grew impatient as people begin to notice their intentions. Looking out of the window, having the only entertainment they can afford, a young man watch over the streets. The unforeseen danger draws upon them. He heard his neighbors scream in panic, disturbed by unfam

Luthor Hubert is enjoying himself with the new fortress he is living in. He roamed around the huge mansion. From his own room upstairs down to the elegant drawing room of the house. Engrossed in the expensive features and the intimidating pictures of his ancestors on the wall, he didn't notice a pair of eyes glaring at him from the door. Two fierce eyes. Eyes that haunted every maid working inside the big mansion. From his hostile aura came utter confusion. Then interest. The boy standing inside the drawing room has a very striking resemblance. Intrigue as he is, he glanced at the portrait that pictures the boy. "You must be?" A deep voice took the boy away from his reverie. Though the offense in the eyes of his captor is gone, Luthor was in fright. He took some fearful steps backward. The scary visitor was impressed when the boy did not break eye contact. "I am asking you a question." There was firm

Almost two decades ago, society was held in the palms of the few. Few people who in one way or another destroyed each other. After the last Prime Leader of the High Order fell, no one rises as a replacement. The Astors have abdicated the position when Selena was put down. Now, all six clans have no one to push to the top leaving the regents of the Inner Circle as the remaining caretakers of the organization. Until then, almost twenty years after, no worthy was placed to run the organization. There's one family, interested beyond their qualification to take the throne. "News from headquarters, sir."  Hector was interrupted by Adam. A timely interruption from his morbid thoughts. He closed his eyes for a bit and looked at the anxious lawyer. Adam was hesitant to continue knowing how he disturbed Hector but the news is urgent. Afraid but determined, Adam cleared his throat.  "Nathalia is well, sir," He paused. Ass