OUT OF ADVERSITY

WOW – jar. Whoever would have thought that such a great idea could have spawned out of Lucifer's misfortune?

Diclaimer: I don't own him – thankfully!

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First, there was a sharp, bone-jarring thud.
Then there was an agonised howl.
Then came the expletives; forced out between gritted teeth.

A nova of sparkling lights followed, wheeling around his head to a soundtrack of tweeting birds
His knees buckled as a wave of nausea threatened.

Finally, his agony subsided into a dull throb.
Fists unclenched.
An idea formed ...

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Lucifer would move that stupid table; the one that had always been in his way, out of his office and into Hell's main torture chamber.

Organised toe-stubbing would take his cruelty to a whole new level.

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