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Apples from the tree
If someone didn't know where they were, they could simply think this was a normal office of a wealthy nobleman. The walls had a color similar to blackberries. The huge, windows had the exact same image as the ones built by the worshippers of God. The floor was black marble and the furniture all baroque styled. Lucifer was leisurely reading in his book in a white shirt and black jeans, laying across his huge, bone white armchair. The light that came from the lamp next to him illuminated his figure when the robust, double winged, coal black doors swung open. Michael rushed in and Lucifer sighed trying to ignore his twin. - We need to talk Lucy! - Michael said but Lucifer just licked the tip of his fingers and passed to the next page of his book. - LUCY! - Michael called him and Lucifer hu
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