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It was honestly not going to get any worse than that.
Lucien’s attempts to be funny were almost worse than his death threats, since now he was donning an outfit worthy of the trashiest twink during Pride Month while being cuffed to his brother and cursed with loose lips. Which was incredibly ironic, since he usually prided himself on the incredible tightness of his holes. “Nothing personal, mon cher Cai, but I can’t let you be productive while I’m stuck like this. We do not want Mother to get any weird ideas about you being more productive than I am, do we?” He winked, adjusting his little nurse hat over his hair. He bit his lower lip while flashing Cairo half a smile, relishing in his annoyed expression. He was a demon; after all, torturing those around him was an instinct that he could hardly control. “Oh, come on, don’t look at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. I’ve always envied your eyes, you know? Your shade of blue is so much more interesting than my hazel, and why the fuck am I saying this to you?” He snarled as soon as he caught himself giving his brother an unwilling compliment. He mentally cursed his father, doing his best not to think about wanting to use him as a test subject for his procedure. Turning him human and then feeling his neck snap like a twig under his fingers would be such a deserved punishment for the terrible forty-eight hours that awaited Gabriel, but he could not risk spilling that kind of tea in front of his beloved older brother.
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