I woke feeling incredibly groggy and with a raging headache.
I push myself up from the hard mattress I was led, my whole body screaming in protest at the uncomfortable position I had been sleeping in and look about at the dark dingy room that I found myself in.
“What the hell happened last night.” I thought out loud. I swung my bare legs around and sat down on the edge of the cot, noticing how I was still wrapped in the bed sheet from last night, naked underneath other that the flimsy lace bra I still wore. My skin broke out in gooseflesh with the cold air sitting around me like a cloak. The scent of mine and Lucas’ lovemaking still lingered on the sheet offering my some comfort in this dingy hole.
Feeling slightly more awake I check myself over for injuries. Other than the pounding headache, sore muscles and the congealed wound on the palm of my hand, I seemed to be in one piece physically. Emotionally, there was definitely something wrong. My
Lucas POVPain, that is all I could feel. It snaked through every part of my body like someone was injecting cement into my blood steam. I groan in agony as I try to sit up. My shoulder protesting with each laboured movement.I manage to pull myself to a sitting position and look about the carnage around me. The temple was a mess, bodies littered the floor, humans and demons combined. Over them was a thick blanket of red flower petals in the most beautiful paradox.I grit my teeth and pull myself to standing, my head spinning at the pain radiating from my shoulder. I look down to find an arrow embedded the muscle. Holding the base I yank it out with a quick tug, the relief was brief, before my head began to spin dangerously. I swayed on my feet.“Magda!” A voice calls out from somewhere behind me, before strong arms wrap around me. I look up to see the face of my father peering down at me.“Its poison, majesty.” Magda says i
As soon as my strength began to return to my body, I slipped from the underworld undetected. I stepped into the human realm, I reached out to Lysander with my mind. Unlike a lot of demons, Lysander and myself always had a certain ability, we could communicate with each other simply by thinking about the other. We kept it hidden from our mentor, knowing that a gift like ours would likely be exploited if allowed too. It wasn’t something that all demons could do. I was surprised that Avalon and I shared the same ability when we finished our mate bound. Lysander was a few years older than me, he was in training around the same time as I was brought to the underworld. I was 8, he was 11. Like me, Lysander was the only living son of his father, another original that was cast out of heaven. Making him an heir to one of the few founding families of the underworld. We bonded over our joint hatred of the underworld. Being the son of a high ranking demon, meant
Lysander Pain, gut-wrenching, heart-breaking pain. The moment that it flooded my system, I knew that Avalon had broken the mate bond between us. It was like an organ had been ripped out at the root. The pain penetrated even piece of my body.I had been expecting it, but nothing had prepared me for the level of pain that it brought. I don’t what I found more debilitating, the fact she had chosen another over me, or the fact that the person she was know bound to was Lucas. Her eyes, her perfectly round green eyes were all that I could picture as I lay on the ground, my heart aching and breathing ragged. Even as the pain slowly began to ebb away, all I could picture was her. Her black hair flying in the wind, her fierce persona and stubborn defiance. But most eye her piercing green orbs, which caught my attention the moment I laid eyes on her. She was perfect for me in every way imaginable, it was not ha
Pear Tree Cottage hadn’t really changed at all In the last 10 years. The garden still sat neat and pristine. Roses still flowering even as Winter grew nearer.We stood on the outer boarders, unable to cross over onto Lilith’s lands without permission.We arrived just before dusk. Our figures visible on the horizon, in full view for Lilith to see. We stood, half shrouded in darkness and waited.We didn’t need to wait for long before she materialised in front of us. As unchanged as the house behind her.“Demons are not welcome here.” She calls to us from the relative safety of her wards.“Well, that’s not very friendly is it… mother?” I ask her, my eyebrow hooked up into my hair line.“Lucas.” She said, seemingly only just noticing me. Surprise registered on her face as she took in my form.“Lucas what are you doing here?” A suspicious look clouding her other
Lilith I appear back in my kitchen, the familiar smell of lavender and rosemary permeating the air, calming my racing mind. I prowl up and down the already well trodden flagstones. My fingers running through my hair in agitation. A large Iron kettle began to whistle of the aga, sending out billowing plumes of white steam as it screamed at me that the water inside was boiled. Breaking out of my reverie I stalk over and pull the kettle off of the aga. Avalon, this was Avalon. I told myself. The same girl who not three months ago knocked on my door, looking for help. I couldn’t very well leave her in her time of need now, could I? She was my best friend’s daughter. Oona, who like me had been abused and used by the underworld, was more like a sister to me. We had made a promise to each other, even before our children were born, that no matter what happened to us. We would always look after the others child. It was one of th
Lucas Watching the exchange between my parents was almost an out of body experience. I felt like an intruder. I had never known them at there best, but it was obvious, even to me that there was once love there. It had simply changed of the course of history. Their respective ideals had changed, and the had grown into different people. Lilith held the bloodied dagger in her shaking hand, as she stared at the stop that Lucifer once stood. Her eyes gleamed as tears spilled over, falling down her cheeks. Her lips trembled as she tried to hold herself together. “We should go.” Lysander spoke up behind me. This seemed to break Lilith from her own thoughts as her head whipped over to us once more. “Yes,” she said, hastily wiping her wet cheeks, “but first we should locate where the portal to the hunters realm is. To do that I need to scry.” With that, she turned and walked back towards her cottage, with a wave of a arm and a gesture
AvalonI huddled into the corner of my cot, trying to keep as warm as possible, which seemed an impossibility in this dank room which held no warmth at all.I had been left in the jogging bottoms and shirt that Ben had given me, with no access to blankets or even shoes since I was brought here. The only additional source of warmth I had was the sheet that I brought with me from the underworld.I felt completely helpless. I seemed to spend more time in darkness than in light. The only time I seemed to get any was the brief window that the sun shone through my tiny cell window for a couple of hours a day, before it dipped back behind the cold stone walls.Ben had not bothered gracing me with his presence since our last meeting. The only interaction I had was the occasional guard sliding a tray with a “meal” for me once a day.The meal consisted of stale bread, a small chunk of hard cheese and a glass of wate
Lilith was right, when the wards came down, everyone in the hunters realm would know of there arrival. The ground shook under our feet as Lilith cut through the last strands of the portal, allowing Lysander and myself to cross over the borders. The sound of glass shattering to the floor, and buildings creaking under the sudden movement beneath them was enough of an alarm, that they would soon be besieged by warriors. Lilith collapsed to the floor in the exhaustion, her face pale and beading with sweat. I paused, unsure whether to help her or carry on with the task at hand, I had a limited window in which to get Avalon and then get out, and the more time that passed, the more difficult it would become. She waved me away as if to tell me she was alright when she noticed my hesitation. I give her a small nod and follow Lysander across the bridge. Hunters were running about across the yard in front of us, the vast majority unarmed. Our attack had ca
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