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Lucifer
The broken glass crunched beneath his heavy black boots. Each piece of glass was coated with a dark liquid. Blood maybe? He couldn't be sure. The wooden walls were beginning to rot away. He walked over and sat in the large armchair. Stuffing was seeping through the split seams, but he didn't mind. Home sweet home, he thought with a tiny chuckle. Several bodies lay in the far corner of the room; the rotting stench of flesh filling the house. He smirked at his many "trophies." He turned his head ever so slowly to the girl huddled in fear on the stained couch. Her blue eyes were full of fear as she gaped at her captor. A large bruise in the shape of a hand print was starting to form on her face.
"Wh-who are you?" the girl quivered, her voice unsteady and hesitant. Her once sleek and beautiful blond hair was now streaked with mud. Bits of blood clung to each strand, blending with the mud. Her face was pale except for the still forming bruise.
"Who am I?" he echoed. "You can call me Lucifer. Welcome to H*ll." Lucifer smiled, showing the girl his sharpened yellowing teeth. He let out a menacing laugh as he studied the girl. She was younger than his usual victims, much younger. "How old are you girl?" he asked.
"T-t-twelve," the girl stammered as tears streamed down her pale face. She wished she was with her mother. Her mother always knew how to take the pain away.
"What's your name?"
"Kendra," she told him as the tears continued to fall. Kendra's gaze landed upon the mangled mess of bodies. Fear shook her to her very core. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?"
"What am I going to do?" Lucifer inquired. "Well, you'll most likely end up like the others over there, You'll be a fine addition to my little collection." He smiled again as a vicious glint passed through his eyes.
"No," Kendra said in a trembling voice, "please don't. Daddy please don't"
"Too late, princess," Lucifer cackled. He lifted his beloved knife over his daughter's trembling body. He cackled as tears stained her face. "Time to go see Mommy."
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Overall, it's very good! There's just one part that confused me.
At first the girl is asking the man who he is, and Lucifer is asking the girl who she is, and suddenly the girl calls him Daddy and you wrote 'He lifted the beloved knife over his daughter's trembling body.'
If they hadn't known each other to begin with, it's really confusing when they start acting like they're in the same family and that they've known that all along.
So try not to make that mistake again, and keep up the good work! :)
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