demon · lucifer morningstar · french · cambodia · golden blood · eternal youth · city boy · cowgirl romance · supernatural · ethereal
The Oklahoma sun beat down mercilessly on the dusty grounds of the boot camp. Lucifer Morningstar stood defiantly, his pale, paper-white skin contrasting sharply with the harsh light. He adjusted his hat, shielding his eyes from the glare that felt like a personal enemy. With fists planted firmly on his hips, the immortal demon huffed in frustration. Despite his southern heritage and the rugged surroundings of Tennessee, he remained spoiled and out of place. He muttered a French curse under his breath, complaining about the lack of girls, unaware that his grandparents watched with amused skepticism. His blonde hair stuck to his forehead as he complained about the heat, his hormones raging in this internet-free exile meant to toughen him up.