It was, in itself ugly, and you could almost see the rage pouring out of him. "I am Lucifer," he roared. "Bow down before me you insignificant little ...iss ants and I may let you live. You have been ignoring me and calling me a bad person. Instead of putting me in of place of honor in this which is my planet you choose to worship a supposed God who does nothing but sit on his throne while the angels around him sing nursery rhymes. I know, I used to be one of them myself."The response to this was. These thoughts raced through Jared’s mind as he was being flung onto his bed and as Gloria’s soft lips were pummeling his. And those thoughts soon vanished into the night as the naked Gloria Benson began running her naked hands all over Jared’s naked body as she pressed her flesh hard into his. Next she began placing wet kisses all along Jared’s stomach until she reached his big stiff penis. At that point Gloria swung her legs up and over Jared’s face so that she ended up with her wet and very. What’s more, after the High Prophet of Regret had withdrawn aboard the Solemn Penance, the High Prophet of Truth had dispatched a large fleet to reinforce them, engaging the Humans in orbit and deploying more troops to the ground. That, at least, was some good news. The Prophet of Truth was a friend to the Jiralhanae, and his fleet was crewed primarily by her kin.She glanced up as the whine of a Phantom’s engines drew her attention, watching as the craft floated over the city, the bright beam. She had lost her parents three years ago, and Carmen had brought her here. She attended the local college, but hadn’t settled on a major yet. He told her about growing up in San Francisco and his own parents and siblings. When he mentioned attending UCLA he brought up the paintings. She shyly admitted she had been the artist. She had been holding a paint brush since she could walk almost. It helped that her father had been a well known and respected artist who used her mother as his favorite.