6/21/2023 0 Comments Lucifer's Gift by EpsilonAlphaI dropped my sleeve and beelined to my desk, grabbing my phone and texting furiously. The tattoo was gone, as if it had never existed. “What in the fuck?” I muttered to myself, twisting around to look from a different angle. Bare freckled skin seemed to glare out at me, almost mockingly, from my reflection. Only, this time, the tattoo that had once extended all the way to my elbow was cut off right around my bicep. The familiar knot of dark, swirling ink contrasted sharply against the paleness of my skin. It didn’t take much time for me to run to the mirror and roll up my sleeve. A.K.A., I had calmed down enough to wonder how, after four years, Lucifer was suddenly able to reach out to me, however limited his form of communication may be. When I got back to the dorm room, I had calmed down enough to actually start using my brain for more than blind panic and confusion.
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