LUCIFER'S POV
After having serious banter with the annoying Mazikeen, I waltzed outside her room with rage. I pulled out a stick of cigarette and lit it. I drew one stroke and puffed out smoke. I used that to help erase and ease the tension that covered me, due to my encounter with her.
On focusing on the outside world and deviated a little from the Drama queens thought. I beheld Joyce.
I halted and she as well. She stood with her hands folded around her chest and just gawked. I sternly stared at her and wondered what it was that ruminated her mind. She redirected her gaze to Mazikeen's door, then I knew what it was.
She shook her head and contorted her face. She winced and turned to leave.
"Joyce" I called. She quirked her eyes and seized movement. She hated me since the day she
