Lucifer
Layla knows you and she said you’re a nasty bastard with a twisted heart.
Who was Layla anyway? And how dare she call me that! Well, about Lucius though. But I wonder, who was this Layla? I tried to recall any women who came to me begging for work. So far, I accepted everyone. Besides Naomi. I didn’t have the chance to reject her because the sister threw tantrums on me first.
So, “No, I don’t. What does she look like?” I asked.
“Black hair. Blue eyes.” There were too many women with her description in this town. Slightly looking at her, I saw into her mind.
Layla.
Ah, there she was. Black hair. When I looked at her eyes, mine widened.
That’s impossible!
What she was doing here?
Ivy asked me if I knew her. Lucius did not. But as Lucifer, I knew her very well.
I kicked t
