Luciel Monologue

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The sun had begun to risen, the sun's radiant beams of light glimmering along the dainty snowflakes swirling throughout the chilling air outside. The sunlight directly basked along Luciel’s sleeping figure, his silky covers surrounding his frame. A deafening sound could be heard on his bedside table, erratic beeping could be heard from a small round clock beside him in the shade of a blue pigment. Luciel groans in annoyance of the ringing slowly encompassing the small clock in his pale fingers, quickly pressing the off button with his ring finger silencing the noise.

After placing the clock back down Luciel exhaled sharply, he sits up on his mattress his eyes glancing around the room taking in his surroundings but …show more content…

The girl’s cheeks flourished with a soft pink pigment matching her dress almost entirely.

“I-I mean what’s your name miss?” his voice shaky trying to regain his comfort.

“It’s Mc, oh and thank you for the compliment Luciel.” Her beautiful smile was seen again but slightly faded seeing Jumin enter the room his suit fixated perfectly. He seemed to glow under the light of the chandelier. “Ugh, he always had to be the center of attention,” luciel had heard Mc’s thoughts once again his eyes glancing at the her head.

“Welcome you two! To my Christmas at my estate!” His deep bt velvety voice seemed to rang out, Luciel didn’t care much for the broad entrance but only glared at Jumin’s cat in his arms. Her name was Elizabeth the III a white persian cat, with bright blue eyes. The cat’s collar was filled with diamonds glimmering brightly. That cat was always pampered and spoiled rotten.

Jumin made haste over to the two sitting on a plush cream colored couch, “can he put me down already?” the cat’s thoughts were heard in Luciel’s head. What is happening to

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