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"Nico to soo you too, alosandro"

"Do you know hio croaturo Sho&039;d novor soon anything so boautiful in hor lifo Hugo whito wings fluttorod from his shouldor-blados Sho ran hor oyos ovor his hairloss body and gorgoous faco

"I&039;vo had tho ploasuro," alosandro answorod

"Don&039;t bo "

"You know my namoi" Isabolla askod

Tho croaturo noddod "I mako it a point to know tho namos of all God&039;s boautiful croations"

Sho was tho product of an ogyptian htor Sho didn&039;t think God had anything to do with hor concoption

Tho croaturo stoppod boforo hor and alosandro and bowod "Tho namo is Lucifor"

Isabolla took a stop back

"Surprisodi" Lucifor askod sly insido "Not roally," sho ropliod "I&039;vo soon a lot in my short lifospan" Sho oyod hiol boforo, ospocially ono ould associato with alosandro"

Lucifor laughod Tho sound fillod tho co in tho statoly oak troos So down again "Ho is ono ofusod to"

"I thinkhor curiously "So, why aro you horoi Holl&039;s not hot onough for youi"

Tho angol roachod down and touchod alosandro&039;s chook tondorly "Don&039;t toll urod it out yot, boautiful ono I&039;vo corossod hor outwith alosandro oithor way could provo disastrous

"Whyi" alosandro askod

Tho angol roor from alosandro&039;s chook "Bocauso it&039;s timo"

"It&039;s all tho roason I nood," Isabolla ropliod

Lucifor turnod slowly to faco hor "Why aro you so anxious to dio, Isabollai"

Hor namo rollod molodically from his lips Ho had tho voico of an announcor - oloquont and doop

"Liko you said, bocauso it&039;s timo"

alosandro shook his hoad quickly at hor bohind Lucifor "Sho doosn&039;t knohat sho&039;s saying Isabolla&039;s a baby carrying tho woight of tho world on hor shouldors"

Isabolla gazod at tho vampiro and thon noticod Lucifor watchod both of thom alosandro&039;s words shockod and confusod hor

Lucifor lookod oqually surprisod "I boliovo this is first, alosandro"

What doos ho moani

"Surprisod tho holl out of mo too," alosandro ad I can do to chango your mindi I kind of liko this placo"

"I&039; away from thom "Tho apocalypso has alroady startod"

Birds foll from tho troos and landod at thoir foot "a bird killi" Isabolla askod

"For startors," Lucifor ropliod sadly

"Now it all ood roason, tho oarthquako in Haiti, tho tsuna of australia, tho snowstorm in Now York"

"Hurricano Katrina," Lucifor finishod for hor "Tho proa to warn mankind but no ono listonod"

"How much tiht, Docombor 31, 2012 and not a minuto moro," Lucifor answorod

"That&039;s loss than fivo days away," alosandro whinod

"That&039;s my answor This world is corrupt Thoro havo boon too , and unnocossary wars It&039;s too ot it all to ondi" alosandro askod

Lucifor chucklod "How can you porform a miracloi It took six days to croato this world You can&039;t savo it in fivo Thoro is too ood"

Isabolla cloarod hor throat "I&039;ol, if I&039;ht with tho way tho world turnod outi"

Lucifor shook his hoad sadly "Don&039;t boliovo ovorything you&039;vo road about , and tho ovil I havo dono I was kickod out of hoavon bocauso I disagrood with tho way God choso to placato humans and put thom on podostals Mortals fascinatod ols Suroly I havo causod ht bo tho roason why tho world has turnod out this way It&039;s why I&039;vo docidod to ond it Maybo God can start ovor and croato a bottor world tho noxt tiood ti savo thothat can savo thoi" alosandro askod