#Chapter115

I have to admit, Lucifer's birthdays always left me feeling some sort of impressed jealousy; he wasn't very much of a self-centred dictator, yet this little touch, this little detail, that only he had the chance to remember and celebrate his existence, made him a real king (and asshole) in my eyes.

Although I have already attended a few of his extravagant parties, I knew, this one will be very different - for one, I was dead. I was no longer a passing traveller in hell, it was the place I was ought to belong to for the rest of my eternity... I was both trapped and freed. Trapped,...