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He watched her, she moved slowly, she was hurt, he could read that all over her. Seeing her only son that nearly lived to see the age of one. The male couldn't help but to feel sorry for her. Lucifer stood back shuddering, he wasn't sure if it was the chilly weather or if it was his nerve, shot and gone. The male sighed as he looked to her holding her son with in her hands, in a way he wanted to snarl and push her to sit her back down. The male lowered his head, resting his body upon the shovel that he planted with in the ground, letting her take her own sweet time, he was going to take her back to his den, let her drink her sorrow away, and then let her start the moaning process come morning.


He wasn't sure if she wanted him there, he wasn't the best at all of these emotional stuff, he was cold, he was drawn away from the world, only a few out there that he trusted. The black male looked back up, looking to her, holding the mangled body. Lucifer sighed. He walked over to the two bloody masses, these where his children..Shadow...he wanted if to be his...but when it came down to these...these masses where his.


Talking over to Deuce and Shadow, as he looked at her."Should we rest the family together?" Lucifer rested so his thighs where touching her's. He was holding back the tears. He had to be strong, he was the rock of the family.
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