-.-.Lucifer.-.-
Previously Lucifer1
A glance behind his shoulder said everything. His black eyebrows were turned up in the middle, grief or something unpleasent settling in his forehead. Marshall's dark grey eyes were consumed by confusion and discomfort, one hand pressed tightly to his bear chest. It had been almost five minutes since he'd felt the one pump of his heart, and now panic was rising in him. He kept pressing his index and middle finger to his jugular checking for a pulse. "I'm not sick." He said bluntly, but the thick cotton of uneasiness in his throat made his words sand papery.
"I don't know. I could be." He hung his head low, but had continued to walk through the clouds of red dust his converse would kick up. He glanced in front of them, seeing nothing but a vast red desert, and a wall of fire to their left. It seemed the flame deamons' domaine spanned miles beyond his comprehention.
They could be traveling for months.
"You keep doing this to me." He said, but his voice wasn't harsh, it was weak.
"I don't know. I could be." He hung his head low, but had continued to walk through the clouds of red dust his converse would kick up. He glanced in front of them, seeing nothing but a vast red desert, and a wall of fire to their left. It seemed the flame deamons' domaine spanned miles beyond his comprehention.
They could be traveling for months.
"You keep doing this to me." He said, but his voice wasn't harsh, it was weak.
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