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R.C KAPURA BIG reveal is coming up in the next chapter. The one that will lead Lucifer and Omerta to the answer. Also, I will be putting a poll on p.a.g.e. Hope you will go vote there and help me pace this novel better. This would be really helpful.
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Lucifer’s POV "Wait for a second, you are a witch?" Draco asked that bloody fucker, Aaron. We were all fucking shocked to find out that it was Aaron who had rendered those rogues and, along with that, our team useless. I wanted to question him then and there. Make him talk, by hook or crook. Draco wouldn’t let me, claiming they were friends. That bloody sorcerer could not be anyone’s friend. So, here we were gathered in my office to discuss recent events. As if there was anything to discuss here. He was a witch, which also meant... "Oh, no, no, wait, witches are female, right?" he continued babbling, not letting anyone speak, "I mean, I thought there were no male witches." "We are rare alright, but there are a few of us," that idiot said smugly, like being a male witch was something to be proud of. "Also, what is the male counterpart of witches called?" Draco asked as he looked around the room for an answer. "Wizard, Draco, a wizard. And how many times do I have to tell you t
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Lucifer’s POV "The answer to that is a little complicated." That shitpiece informed me. "Huh! It always fucking is with you guys." I was unable to hide my anger. "I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant to know that you need to know Amira’s journey first, because the answer, or at least what I think the answer is, is a part of her journey." "Lucifer, let him tell us however he feels comfortable," Avo reprimanded me. Aaron nodded as he started talking. "Like I told you guys, my mom and Amira were cousins. They grew up together in Canada; they were best friends, closer than real sisters. Growing up too, Amira had a very strong presence, which was also expected, since she was a direct descendant of the first daughter’s bloodline." "First daughter’s bloodline?" This time, it was Set who posed the question. From the look on everyone’s faces, it was clear that they were clueless about it. Everyone except Avo, who was well aware of what that witch was talking about. "I told you guys
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Lucifer's POV I could distinctly recall that period, the time when my father claimed he was done with Set and me. As per him, he had prepared us, and now it was time for a new era. Little did we know that he was referring to torture of a different kind for us. We had no clue what he meant, not until we learned about Abaddon’s birth. As per Aaron's disclosure, Amira was here in Enna somewhere around when Abaddon was born or was about to be born. I hated revisiting my memories of that period, but even as I wandered through my recollections, I could not place any strange woman, especially the one called Amira. No, no, it could not be. If she had been here, we would have known. We should have known. ‘Do you remember any other witches from that time?' I mind-linked Set, who looked as disturbed by this piece of information as I was. ‘Not that I am aware. But then, we never knew much then. We were dealing with our own set of issues.' Set linked me back. ‘Remember, Avo had mentioned t
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Omerta’s POV Breathe, just breathe. One breath at a time. I told myself for the thousandth time. Breathe, count, and repeat—that was the mantra that I repeated over and over to myself as I absorbed the words that came from Aaron’s mouth, who was supposedly my cousin. That was what kept me afloat through all the well-guarded secrets and lesser-known facts that came to light one by one as he narrated the story. To say that I was overwhelmed was a gross understatement. A part of me was numb, while another was a volcano of emotions waiting to explode. Growing up, I cooked up many stories in my head about who my mother was and why she left. I had imagined a plethora of scenarios, ranging from her being a spy to an ideal daughter. But never in my wildest dreams, had I expected my mother to be a…..a witch. Witches. I could not even get myself to say the word aloud. My human upbringing did not give me a kind vibe about the whole concept, and remembering all the side remarks Lucifer had
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