My name is Lucifer. I’m thirty-four years old. You won’t believe me when you see me. At the age of thirteen I was diagnosed with a mental illness. Mine means that no matter how much I age, my brain will always stay adolescent, that it will no longer develop. It also means that I have a bad sense of communication, and morals. For example, some people might see it as wrong that three days ago – I killed the love of my life.
That’s me. And that’s Eve. I loved her from the very moment I saw her.
Then she grew up. She found someone else.
That’s Warren. He found out that I loved Eve. She was his.
I gate crashed the wedding. It’s not unlike me to be… unexpected.
Eve… Eve… Eve… Eve…
I killed him first.
She couldn’t be his, I wanted her.
So I took her.
Wanna know who I killed next?
The question I pose at the end of the script shows that the story is about to lead on, helping indicate that this is just the title sequence.
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