Lucifer had one weakness and that was any canine that had a white coat, it did not matter to him if it was male or female to him it was all fair games. The black monster smacked his lips thinking of the leader of the pack lands that he called his resting lands. He wanted his own pack, his own following of mindless minions to hang on his every little word. After all with all the female that he had ran into he was sure it wouldn’t be that hard to get a group of wolves together for this idea.
”Why hello there!” His eyes saw a golden apple in a field of death, she was white, she wasn’t as tall as he likes however he would have no issues with that. The black monster moved towards where the colorless babe stood along the border lines. She was nothing to him…but he knew he would have to have her and would not stop till she admitted to being his.
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