Chapter 99
- ♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Lúcifer ⋅• ♱
- "Go back to bed" Zaniel told me before I could move decently and sighed as I leaned against the window, at least he had not complained that I received some of that afternoon breeze.
- "You want me to become a stunted old woman?" I mocked, but I could still feel the hook on my back - where my wings once existed.