Hearing her threat, Lucifer couldn't help but have a second thought as he glanced at his gloves. He was really in trouble, it seemed.
If he didn't take them off now, he was going to get one strike. Three strikes, and he was expelled. Could he afford it? He knew he couldn't afford to get expelled, but he couldn't afford to take them off either.
"Grandpa, I promise. I will never take these gloves off."
He couldn't help but remember the promise he had made to his grandfather. Also, if he took them off, he could quickly die because of his sickness. He decided what he needed to do. No matter what, he needed to stand firm.
"I can't take them off but listen to me first. I'll tell you the truth!" Lucifer said as he sighed.
"Actually, I have a medical condition. If I take these gloves off, my hands will come in contact with the atmosphere, and my allergy will act up. I'll die. I can't take them off," he continued.
