Lucifer sat on the long, slick dinner table. The Lost could be heard running away from the eyeless tom. Claudia was laying next to her brother, grooming her white chest. The molly was in charge of the Door Guards, but no cat ever came into the house anymore... they had heard too much about Lucifer. The black tom's entire body twitched, the giant scar on his back shivering in the cold wind coming from the hole in the door. @
Karma Holmes