Lyra found herself in a dark dream. It was eerie and bizarre. At first, she wasn’t sure if it was in fact a dream, but as she looked around, she knew that it was a nightmare. But it was weird that she was able to think about that in the middle of her dream. Knowing that she was dreaming inside of her own nightmare had never happened to her before. But maybe her mind just took that jump when she realized that she was back in her old apartment, the same place she had left behind years ago. Her room looked exactly the same. She even had the same hard pillow that had been there every night to catch all her tears. The scent around her was the same: musty, with a hint of cheap floral cologne that was coming from Wendy’s room. It was as awful as she remembered. A true hell that she wants to escape. Suddenly, she heard a strange whisper that seemed to come from nowhere. "Lyra," the whisper said, "Aren’t you glad that you're back where it all started?" Lyra turned to see a dark smoke slowly
Zin and Dame sat on the beach, watching Rhian and Raine swim in the ocean from afar. The sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, and the smell of sizzling meat from the nearby grill wafted towards them. They were out on a weekend-long vacation, basically thrown into it by Lyra even if they weren't actually willing to go. Yes, they both find it worth while hanging out with Rhian and Raine, having the time for themselves to relax and live as normal human beings, but they still can't just sit around and have fun. They are both thinking about the same thing, worried about their master, the devil, Derrick, who recently received a message from Lucifer summoning him back to hell. As they watched the waves, Zin took a break from his worrying and got up to flip the meat on the grill. He expertly turned the skewers, making sure the meat was cooked to perfection. Dame watched him with admiration, grateful for his friend's skill in grilling. "It smells delicious," Dame comment
Derrick sat in the living room, watching TV, while Lyra was busy cooking lunch for them. News after news of current events that are all full of negativity and darkness came at him all at once, and he immediately wanted to stop it. There are a lot of negative thoughts that have been rushing in and out of his ears, and taking in more from the television was a little bit too much, even for him. As he was flipping through the channels, he suddenly heard a whisper in his ear. It was a voice he knew all too well—the voice of Lucifer."You need to come back home, Derrick," Lucifer whispered.Derrick shook his head, trying to ignore the voice. He knew that listening to Lucifer's whispers never led to anything good. But the voice persisted, growing louder and more insistent."You belong down here, Derrick, and you know that. We can rule together," Lucifer whispered. "If you begin to listen to my orders again, I can show you mercy. I will be able to turn my back and choose to not punish you for
Derrick settled into his seat in the home theater, eager to unwind with a movie after a stressful day. But as the film progressed, he couldn't help but notice something off about Lyra's behavior.Her eyebrows were furrowed as she watched the female lead on the screen cry upon being hurt by her evil uncle. "What a weak and pathetic character," she muttered under her breath. "This woman should just cry and drown in her own tears; what a weak bitch."Lyra was cursing at the screen and muttering under her breath, a far cry from her usual composed and measured demeanor. He tried to ignore it at first, thinking she was just having a bad day, but the behavior continued and even escalated.She scoffed as the female lead begged for mercy, "Seriously? You're just going to beg and cry like a baby? That's not how you handle situations like this. Oh my goodness! This is ranked as one of the best movies this year, and all I feel is irritation and disgust!"Lyra's frustration only grew as the female
Derrick had been feeling increasingly anxious and unsettled since last night. His conversations with Lucifer had left him on edge, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Lyra. He knew that he couldn't keep her completely shielded from the demonic world, but he couldn't help feeling guilty and responsible for any negative changes in her behavior.That morning, Derrick woke up early, unable to sleep. He quietly slipped out of bed and got dressed, trying not to wake Lyra. As he made his way to the door, he hesitated, looking back at her sleeping form. He knew that he needed some space and time to clear his head, but he couldn't bear the thought of leaving her without a word.In the end, he decided to leave a note on the bedside table, explaining that he had some urgent business to attend to and that he would be back soon. He hoped that she would understand and not worry too much.As he stepped out of the mansion and into the cool morning air, he felt a pang of guil
Derrick couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt as he wandered the hotel corridors, his mind consumed by thoughts of Lyra. He knew he had to leave, but he couldn't bring himself to face her and explain why. He knew he had hurt her by leaving without a word, and the guilt weighed heavily on him. He couldn't help but wonder if he had made a mistake by leaving her alone without any explanation. He vowed to make things right and to never let her down again; he just needs to know that it's going to be alright. After he resolves everything, his life is going back to where it was.He tried to shake off the feeling and focus on finding a solution to his problem, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Lyra. He couldn't bear the thought of her being sad, and he wished he could take back what he had done.Derrick sat alone in a hotel room two towns away. He really made sure that he was far enough from her. He closed his eyes and tried to mentally call out to Zin and Dame. He knew that both of th
Dame and Zin were sitting in the living room, lounging around. The tension in the room was palpable, and Dame kept trying to break the silence, thinking about what Zin was trying to tell him earlier. He tried to connect with him mentally; however, Zin made sure that he wouldn't succeed with it, closing his mind to anyone else, even Derrick."Zin, what is going on?" Dame asked for the umpteenth time. He rolled his eyes and looked at the stairs leading to the rooms on the second floor. "Miss Lyra has been inside their room for a long time now. What do you fear? She won't be able to hear us from here. What do you want to tell me earlier?"Zin shifted in his seat, his eyes darting around the place nervously. "I don't know, Dame. I just have a bad feeling about all of this." He looked into Dame's eyes as if he should realize something from his words.Dame frowned. "What kind of bad feeling?" he asked. "Also, stop rolling your eyes at me as if I should have gotten it by now when you haven't
Lyra woke up with a smile on her face, the remnants of her dream still fresh in her mind. She lay in bed for a few minutes, savoring the feeling of happiness and love that still lingered within her. She knew that it was just a dream, but it felt so real. It was the perfect thing to take her mind off things. Especially since her eyes are still so puffy from crying so much last night, it was the best way to save her mental state. It was not as bad anymore, now that she had the slightest hint of hope. As she got out of bed and began to get ready for the day, she couldn't help but think about Derrick visiting her in her dream. She was uncertain if this was Derrick’s doing. She wasn’t even sure if he had the ability to do so, but she was still happy about it. It only made her believe that no matter what happened, the connection between them was stronger than she thought. When she made her way downstairs to the kitchen, she found Zin and Dame cooking breakfast. "Good morning, Miss Lyra!