Any on but Jefferson please!
The black male had a thing about the leader from the valley; he wanted to bring nothing but darkness and hell into his life and Lucifer Sawtooth, the father of Noah Sawtooth nothing but pain in his life. The black monster wanted to be the reason that the brown male snapped finally, he wanted Jefferson Soul to know that no matter where he went Lucifer was never that far be hide. Lucifer wanted to be that shadow in his step, the black male wanted to do nothing more than make the brown male to crack and melt down and well if he killed him-self because of the black male that would only make life so much better.
The male smiled as once again he moved past the border lines without a care in the world, like he belonged within these lands. Though in the midnight male he did not care about rule and border lines, or any rules that would tell him that he should wait to be asked into the pack lands. Though manners where just not in Lucifer vocabulary. The black male patted his bag that he carried into the pack lands, it was full of needles and the homemade heroin that Lucifer loved to have running though his vein, and would share if he was asked to, well maybe even if he wasn’t ask to.
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