A look of shock registered on Lysander’s face. He seemed to be lost for words. His eyes were bulging out of his sockets and his mouth agape. I couldn’t help be start to laugh. He was always so dark and mysterious. His face always shrouded by shadows, so the fact he was standing here in front of me now looking so dumb struck sent me into a fit of giggles.
“I’m failing to see what is so funny Princess.” His face one again hardening.
“I’m sorry,” I splutter. “But your expression was too funny.” The gates had been thrown open and I couldn’t stop laughing. Laughing soon turned to sobs in my mouth. The seriousness of the task I must undertake registering in my head. “Oh Fuck. Why did it have to be me.” I sob into my hands. My shoulders shaking with each breath. I hadn’t pieced the puzzle together until now. But Lilith’s words echoed through my mind; “The only way to kill Lucifer is with the fire of Hell itself. The same fire that runs through your blood.” She had been warnin
I took me a while to pull myself together after Lysander had gone. The pain and confusion evident in my chest, which didn’t seem to ease with the passing of time. If anything it only grew worse. Apart of me knew that Lysander was right though. I had to find Lucas, he was the only way to gain access to Lucifer. Having Lysander around me only proved to be a distraction, not to mention he would throw himself in harms way should I end up in the path of danger. One thing was absolutely certain, it had to be me who dealt the final blow. Once I had done what needed to be done, maybe then I could think about my wounded heart and everything it entailed. I pulled myself off the ground, picking up my sword as I went. The weight still felt strange in my hand, but it also felt like an extension of my body. The hilt warm in my hands. I couldn’t help but wonder how old the blade was. It certainly looked old, ancient even. The blade still razor sharp glinting in the morning sun ligh
The trip itself to the portal shouldn’t have taken any longer than an hour at most. Yet the terrain before me with all its dips and swells slowed down my progress considerably. By the time I broke through the tree line and found myself on the edge of a vast expanse of water, it was already mid day. I had followed Lilith’s instructions and headed due south. The problem was that due south lead directly to the other side of the lake before me. I could see a small cavern at the side of the waters edge. And everything within me was telling me that there is where I found find the portal to the underworld. For the most part of my journey I had allowed myself to follow my inner compass. The string that tied me to Lucas. The closer to the portal I was getting the more the string seemed to tighten between us. By this point I could almost feel the connection pulsing between us like it had its own life force. It was strange to be so aware of someone who was not with you and you
The longer time stretch on, the harder it was to keep control of the magic flowing through me. I desperately grabble at the bond between myself and Lucas, calling to him and hoping that he could feel its tug. There was no way of knowing of course, but surely the bond must count for something. “Come now Princess, there is no point in resisting us. It is only a matter of time. And by the looks of it, you will burn out well before the sun will come up.” Tyrell stood just the other side of my fire wall, assessing me smugly. I knew what he was doing, he was waiting me out, he knew my magic would only last for so long. But I wasn’t about to just give myself up and so I pushed on, the sweat dripping down my body with the effort. One this that had started to get on my nerves, was everyone’s obsession with calling me “Princess,” I may come from so called demon royalty. But one things I am definitely not is a Princess. “Stop calling me that!” I shout, my voice wavering
Pain radiated through my head and my body ached with exhaustion. I felt like I had just gone ten rounds with a heavyweight champion. I groan, prying my eyes open only to close them again against the bright light in the room. Forcing my eyes to open, I take a moment to adjust. I look about in confusion, have no idea where I am. I’m not in the woods and I am definitely not in the room back at Lilith’s cottage. I tried to make sense of what had happened pushing the groggy feeling in my brain to one side. I felt as if I was wading through sludge. I was led out on a large four poster bed, satin sheet covered me. My clothes replace with a black satin nightdress that left little to the imagination. Heavy curtain pulled back in each corner. The whole room was decorated in dark tones, deep brown wood almost verging on black. Rich purple accents of colour here and there in the form of a cushion or a throw. Black sheets and upholstery, the room was distinctly mal
Lucas POV I look down at the sleeping form in my arms. Her dark lashes resting against her cheeks. Her breathing was even, meaning any pain in her body was now pushed to the side and her mind was calm. Her hair cascaded down towards the floor like the smooth silk sheet of my bed, her already pale skin now even more so due to the stress her body has been put through. He scent was intoxicating, and it took everything within me to not just claim her as mine now. It was clear she didn’t fully trust me, it was understandable with my reputation as it was, she had no reason to put any trust into me. But Avalon was my slither of humanity. The one thing that stopped me from falling off of the edge and into the abyss. I would win her over, I had no other choice. I just hoped for both of our sakes that she would come willingly and quickly, it was only a matter of time before Lucifer picked up on something being wrong. I walked her back to my room. The only bedr
Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought. She had been most upset when she came round, threatening to place a curse on my first born child if I should so much as raise a finger to her again. As much as I had no intention of having a child at the current time, I wasn’t about to try my luck. And so, I allowed her to do what she needed to, trying to keep as much dist
The shock of Lucas' proximity and his hands on mine sent my body into overdrive. Every nerve ending was buzzing with electricity under his touch. The smell of wood smoke and citrus took over my senses, invading my mind, clouding my vision. My ears honed into the crackling of the fireplace, lulled by the soothing sound the room blurred out of focus and my mind was being transported to somewhere else. When my vision come back into focus, I was no longer in the stone room with Lucas, the Prince of Darkness. But rather I was in a large grassy clearing with the Lucas the boy. The sun was hovering just above the horizon, birds chirping in the trees, and the sound of crickets in the long grass around us. Small flies danced in the muggy air and a large bonfire stood in the centre of a ring of logs. Lilith was sat on the other side of the flames next to another woman with long black hair billowing out behind her in the gentle summer breeze. They chatted and laughed with each other, the sound
I felt like Lucas had kept himself distanced from me since our chat. Although he never said it, I knew that I was the reason behind his sudden absence. He was hoping that I would come around to his way of thinking, that I would accept our bond and that everything would return to the way it was when we were children. What Lucas didn’t understand is everything was different now. I was not the girl he remembered and he was certainly not the boy I remembered. When you are young, everything seems to easy, friendship, love even. But as adults it all becomes... messy. My feelings for Lucas confused me the most. In my heart I longed for Lucas, and had to hold myself from not just falling into his embrace. But in the back of my mind, the thought that what I was feeling for him was all a consequence of the blood vow kept me from doing just that. But there was another issue, I knew that out there, my natural mate still roamed the earth, living and breathing. And when I was near Lysande
Avalon – 3 years later We left the cave shortly afterwards. Deciding it was probably best to make ourselves scarce before Lord Tyrell and his vampire army came to take back what they believed to be theirs. It was my belief, that whilst everyone thought Lucas dead, the safer we would both be. England was out of the question for us, too many people there knew of us, who we were and the importance that we would have in underworld should we be caught. As much as Lord Tyrell had promised me that I would always be welcome in the underworld, I had to question why? Was it that he hoped to use my status to glean the trust of the demon aristocracy? Did he believe that with me by his side, his transition into power would be made easier? Or was it that he simply wanted to keep his friends close, but his enemies closer. I was not naive; I knew that Lucas and I were Tyrel
We sat for a long time in each other’s arms, just talking. About everything.About Lucifer, and Lilith, and Oona. About my father, both biological and the man who raised me for my formative years. About where we go from here. About the hopes hat we have for the small life that was now growing in my womb.No matter how hard I tried, something still niggled inside of me. The echo of the dark thoughts that seemed to invade my mind more and more often over the last few hours. Imploring me to return to the underworld. To absorb the power of the flames and to take my rightful place. To complete my destiny. If my trip to the hells fire had shown me anything, it was that fate was not done with me yet. And that there was no way for me escape it.The idea of there being more to come scared me. When Lilith first told me that I was the key to save the underworld, I believed her. I had no idea that she had put me on a path that would lead me down much a d
Trigger Disclaimer: Please be aware that the next chapter includes mild themes of suicide.Magda left me with hope flaring in my chest, which lasted all of two seconds before the gapping hole where my heart once sat throbbed painfully, reminding me that it was not possible that Lucas was still alive.Regardless of what she said, he was gone.I have no idea how I had managed to survive the mate bond, and the curse of being twice blessed. But I had. Perhaps one could not happen until I had completed the other? My curse would not allow me to die before I had completed its conditions.Now that they had been I had to wonder, what was the point in living in a word where Lucas did not exist?Regardless of why I did not, I should have died with Lucas in the grounds of the hunters. I should have been consumed by my own power the moment that I killed Lucifer, but I wasn’t. Instead, I am here, alone. The bastard child of an incestuous r
Trigger Disclaimer: The next chapter includes mild themes of rape. I moved towards the door, not bothering to pick up the sword from its resting place. Where I was going, I didn’t need it. As I stepped towards the door which led to the spiral staircase, another person stepped out from the shadows. My eyes flicked up startled by the sudden appearance. My eyes rounded out when Magda came into view before me. “Magda?” I questioned, confused with her sudden arrival. “What are you doing here?” “I am here for the dark lord. Thought I see now my journey was futile.” She mutters, gazing passed me to the pile of Lucifers remains behind me. “You have been busy tonight child.” I watch her cautiously, unsure if I should be worried that she has witnessed what I have done or not. “What will you do Magda?” I ask her, I fight back the flames that struggle to burst forth a
I stood looking at the place that Lucifer only moments ago stood talking to me as flesh and blood. All that was left of the devil was a smoking pile of ash, and a creeping doubt in my heart.Lucifer’s death had left me with more question than I had ever thought possible.Not only was he suggesting that I was conceived in the underworld, which would mean that I was not only completely demon, but also that my father was not in fact… my biological father. But also, that my mother wasn’t the person I thought that she was. And that he clearly believed that one day my son would be back in the underworld and ruling it.My head span with what he had told me. I didn’t know if the words he had spoken even held an element of truth, or if he was simply trying to get into my head. He was the devil after all. He was known for being a trickster, for being evil!I sat back in the soft arm chair, feeling completely d
For the first and last time I left the St Leger family home behind, the water gardens having been my only window into what the residents was like. Where my mother had spent the majority of her childhood.A part of me curious, to know the woman who had raised me for 8 years. Who loved me and was so gentle and kind. The other just wanted to be done with the underworld forever.Unsure as to where to start to search for Lucifer. I found myself in the long gallery, pictures of the all the dead and damned family member of the Royal House of Caine. The picture of Lilith hung high up before me, like the Queen presiding over her court.The gallery was quiet, and much darker than the last time we were here. The usual torches which lined the halls of the royal palace unlit casting the room into an eery glow.I stepped forward quickly, with soft footsteps so as not apprise anyone of my approach. The door to the banqueting room was sat slightly ajar, poking my head ar
LuciferI had spent a great many hours thinking about my life over the last few weeks, probably more than I should have done.I had lived many lifetimes. Even before falling from grace. Not all of them unhappy.Even in my damnation on earth, I had found love, and happiness to a degree and I had even procured a family. Lilith was my happiness for so long. She had born me many children. And in turn Grandchildren, and great grandchildren and so forth.Most of them are now so watered down that the lineage has all but disappeared, yet it was still there. A piece of me living on in my own personal hell, earth.All had brought me joy, and pride in their own ways.Yet I found myself unsatisfied with what I had achieved during my time in the underworld and in turn on earth. My mission had been to prove God wrong. To prove to him that his creation, humans, were not worth th
Lucien stepped out from the dark hallway that split off from the garden room and into the light. Stopping in his tracks as he looked upon the scene in front of him.His annoyed expression soon disappeared as his gaze fell upon me.“Niece, how wonderful of you to visit. I had no idea that you had even been recovered. How fortunate.” His words dripped sarcasm, half of his face that was stretch grotesquely over his cheekbones from the scaring he had incurred from our previous tryst.“Well, I couldn’t allow you to think you had won Uncle. Afterall, we do have unfinished business to attend to.” I spoke with just as much sarcasm as I could muster, all the while letting the low burning heat radiate through me.Lucien stepped out into the middle of the room so he was stood beside Nova, who by now had taken on a whole new shade of white, looking as if she may just faint on the spot.I stand with my feet set apart and my hands r
I expected that Hélène would look at me in sheer horror at what I intended to do.Instead, she remained calm, her earlier appearance of courageous determination steadfast on her face.“You don’t need my help for that my lady.” She looked at me kindly.“What do you mean Hélène ?”Rather than answering with words she pointed to my neck, and what laid resting against it.My hand came up and caressed the hard stone that Lucas had given me.“It has magical properties you know.” She said as she watched my expression thoughtfully. “It once belonged to Lucas’ mother. She wore it before Lucifer changed her into an immortal.”“That explains why Lucifer looked at me so strangely when he saw me at the dinner party. It was because I was wearing Lilith’s stone.” My brows creased together as I thought of the night that Lucifers dark eyes followe