![]() Yes, there was once a time when even his core would alight at the smallest of things, and every little detail that composed this world would leave him breathless and wishing to know so much more about the skies he’s come to love. Even though, over the countless years since his creation, the magical and natural display of nature has somehow lost its charm to him when, once, he had been utterly fascinated by the phenomenon. ![]() No matter how many times Lucifer has the chance to see the setting sun paint the vivid and innumerable flowers that compose the unparalleled garden that stretches out all around him a brilliant shade of gold, he never grows weary of the sight. The gentle warmth of the sun pouring down over his stiff shoulders doesn’t make them ache any less despite the strange sense of comfort it brings the Supreme Primarch.
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