The waves, the beautiful, calming waves. Their resonance, slow rolling and crashing, and white caps cresting over and plunging back into the water fully display the beauty and majesty of creation from the shoreline. Larry is standing on the bridge, looking down, and the cars passing by are hooting. “Get off the bridge; your an idiot.” Larry looks back; “I will miss nothing about this world.” Spreading out his arms, he’s about to lean forward; when someone pulls him back, he falls backward. “Are you so weak that the first sign of trouble you decide to end your life?” This is a familiar voice; it's deep. Looking up is the bright sun, and he sees a tall, dark figure standing over him. Holding his hand in front of his eyes to block out the sun, he sees a hand; as he reaches out to the hand, it pulls him up like a feather. “This is Lucifer, Lucifer Morningstar he repeats in his head.” “I knew you would come for me, just not this soon.” Luci

Walking down the staircase, Larry and Dominion are now fully dressed in blue pandora; as they reach the bottom of the staircase, Hassan and his family sit by the table. "Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh. May Allah's peace, mercy, and blessings be with you." “Ahlan wa sahlan.” "How are all you wonderful people? I trust I find you enjoying this lovely day wherever you are.” "Waalaikumsalam Warahmatullahi Wabarakatuh" they shake hands. The elderly man says, "yrja alaindimam 'iilayna litanawul all iftar. Please join us for breakfast.” “We accept your offer. May the almighty shine light upon you.” They have prepared, Roast lamb, Oruk (Baked Icli Kofte) from Turkey, Tagine, Biryani, and Nalli Nihari. The men sit around the table eating as two guys by the doorway standing with M16A2 rifles dressed in thawb. When they are done eating, Larry and Dominion sta

“I want as much intel on those two; these are not your average type of soldiers, especially Fred.” “Yes, boss, but for how long we will be here? This place is far from our families, boss.” “Until we can figure out who they are, we made a narrow escape because of your idiocy for bringing them to my place; your screw-up cost the life of my two guards and Malik; I should be sending you out there to clear up the mess you have made. “Boss, we can't find anything on those guys; it's as if they are ghosts; we have pulled the footage from the CCTV to the server, ran a facial recognition, and could find nothing.” Jamil is sitting by the window, reading his white pearl beads. “I have a bad feeling about this; maybe we should have assisted them.” “Boss, how would you like us to proceed?” “Hussain, bring them to me; use all the manpower we have; they have to still be around here.” “They will target us; we should inform the Lucifer of what

He hopes she doesn't know his heart is in the palm of her hand. Joshua has been manipulated and deceived before. He has his flaws His heart has been broken from time to time. He wouldn't have to tell her twice because she knows her heart is only his. Joshua always wished her the best, and the best will always be him. Winter turned away from him and hurried out the door. He became angry because his dad raised him into the monster he was. He let her in his life; the least he could've gotten was a consideration. He thought about her leaving him permanently, and it made him furious. Joshua was shaking in anger. He needed to break something. He turned to his side and spotted the first thing. Joshua groaned out of anger and punched the window. The chips of glass dug into my knuckles and bled profusely, but he could care less at that point. The large pieces of glass eventually broke down after tumbling onto the shelf and into the tub.

“So, will you tell me who sent you or not?” Lucifer stood next to him, gripping the pliers filled with blood. Strapped to the chair, Lucifer grinned at the guy his men caught. “How much more pain can you take?” He took his cigar and burned it on the open flesh wound of the broken nail. Screaming in agonizing pain, he pleaded to be killed instead of staring death in the eyes and being tortured every second that went by; Lucifer sat there and lit another cigar. “So, are you going to tell me who sent you?” Lucifer stood up and walked around the twenty-eight gang member, “you killed an innocent girl; you will tell me who sent out the order.” Lucifer patted him on the shoulder. “If you don’t speak, you know what happens.” Larry enters and kicks over the chair covering his mouth with a wet cloth. “It has been one long day; you better speak up.” Just before the guy is about to pass out, Larry removes the cloth. “Who sent you?”