FFM7: Tolerant
Lucifer was not a family man, by any means. There were reasons why he had made attempts on the lives of his brothers growing up. Reasons why he had skipped the youngest of the two's marriage. His nieces' births. Lucifer hadn't so much sent (or received) a Christmas card while his brother was firmly grounded in the land of the living.
That trend would have continued indefinitely, in Lucifer's opinion, if his sister hadn't guilted him into a conscience. That same conscience that had him trampling through unfamiliar woods in search of the eldest niece, and the giant that she was chasing.
Honestly, he didn't understand anything going on around the estate anymore. Merci had been back here only days before and only shrugged upon discovery of a partly decayed body sticking out of a tree. The joke had been made that it was a missing girl scout, whatever the hell those were, selling personality traits shoved in mason jars.
There was giggling. There was general bitching from Deceit about how people should be treated better. The corpse was ID'ed as a hit man for hire, with several pending warrants. He was still trampling around the forest, looking for his god forsaken niece and the random giant she had brought home from the Black Market.
Whoever gave leave for the Slaver's Quarter to host a fair needed to be shot. Probably would, too, if Lucifer got his way. They would be slated for his torture chamber, wishing to every god they can think of to just pass away and be done with it.
He recognized this path, and decided that the forest had changed on him, again. Merci was probably the greatest plant person he could think of, but that did not stop Lucifer from deciding that he would string his niece up on one of these trees by her toes.
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