LUCIFER de VILE

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All was normal,everything was in place. Even the smile on the grumpy father "Dixons" face was apt. Because it was the last day of the seven years, of his service to the once gloryful town of "Edenchar" . With all his baggage packed, and kept ready by the main servant ,"Piver", the father was out in the garden, which he considered was the only, good thing that came to this town, or whatever is left of it, from him. Eventhough, the thought that ,he is to leave this murky hole of a town, forever should make him fill with joy, father dixons heart was,heavy. Not with nostalgia or some thing of that sort ,but with the sort of the feeling that one gets,when you have forgotten to do something, but dose not know what. The last pot of rose in the small square garden,over flowed with water, as the father, stared deep into the last drop of rays that glided through the , clouds to find their way back to the sun before ,the darkness took reign for the night... He murmured to himself "what....?".