Chapitre 370: Assassination & Sabotage, Pt 5

Lucifer’s heart thundered madly in hir chest as ze fell down an eternal darkness. It seemed ze had been falling for centuries, and yet it took no time at all until ze hit something. Hard. It felt as though ze had literally fallen back-first onto a slab of titacrete.

Pain spread across hir body, but only for a moment. The feeling dissipated over the next few seconds, at which point ze tried to pick hirself up.

But found that hir arms and legs were bound to some kind of old table.

No, an old, dirty bed. Hir wrists were tied by some kind of rope that was affixed to an old wooden headboard. Hir ankles were also tied by that same kind of rope, but to the baseboard.

Panic filled hir the moment ze recognized where ze was, and when this happened to hir. This was where ze used to live, back on Earth. Back before Bellum Aeternal. Back before ze was in an orphanage.

Back when life was hell.