This morning, the Devano Mansion resembled a high-stakes military operations center. Alaric stood before a towering mirror, adjusting his silk tie, his eyes darting toward Lucifer. Anna was busy fastening a small, dragon-themed backpack onto the toddler's shoulders.
Today was Lucifer's first day at the most prestigious elite preschool in Avernon City—a sanctuary where the children of the world's most powerful moguls congregated.
"Aris, secure the perimeter. I want two men undercover as janitorial staff, three in the parking lot, and one monitoring the school's CCTV feed from the command center," Alaric commanded in a clipped, frigid tone.
Anna stood up, staring at her husband with sheer incredulity. "Alaric, it's a preschool, not a war zone. We are just dropping him off to play with colors and sing nursery rhymes!"
Alaric remained unmoved. To him, Lucifer's security was non-negotiable. Thus, when the time came to depart, a surreal spectacle unfolded on the streets of Avernon.
