Duke's expression shifted again, tightening down. He let go of Lucifer's neck, his hand shaking. The black cleared from his eyes, and for a moment, it was Duke, their Duke, marble-pale and terrified, looking out at them.
"Luce," he said, voice choked but correct. "Your neck. . . ."
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Re: Trap! Confrontation! Battle! Deeeeath!
Date: 2025-01-16 03:19 pm (UTC)"Luce," he said, voice choked but correct. "Your neck. . . ."