Lyra woke up from her dream, her cheeks wet with tears. For a moment, she lay there in the darkness, trying to catch her breath and make sense of what had just happened."Derrick," she whispered, looking around the empty room.As she came back to reality, Lyra couldn't help but wonder if the dream was real, if she had really been standing on that mountain with Derrick, wrapped in his warm embrace. It had felt so vivid and real, and yet she knew that it was just a dream.She wiped away her tears, trying to shake off the lingering emotions that the dream had left behind. It had been a beautiful moment, but it had also stirred up a lot of complicated feelings for her.It kept replaying in her mind, how Derrick responded to her questions. Derrick told her the truth about how he was surprised at first when he saw her. She has the same face as his wife, the same voice, and the same characteristics. But he also claimed that he was able to see the differences. He saw how Lyra really is; he lo
Rhian and Raine sat across from each other in their restaurant, their usual chatter subdued as they both kept a watchful eye on their friend, Lyra, who sat alone at a nearby table, lost in thought. "Something's definitely off with Lyra," Rhian said, her brow furrowed with concern. "She's been acting really strange for the past few days." Raine nodded, sipping her drink thoughtfully. "I know. I've noticed it too. She's been so distant and quiet, like she's not really here with us." Rhian leaned forward, her eyes fixed on Lyra's slumped figure. "Do you think it has something to do with Derrick?" Raine shrugged. "It's possible. I know that he’s going to be stuck abroad for quite some time. Zin had told me that he needed to handle a lot more business-related things there. Maybe she was just worried. Or she might be missing him again; you know, he’s also failing to message her often." Rhian grimaced. "Yeah, that's a tough pill to swallow. But Lyra and Derrick have been through so much
To Derrick, hell was a desolate wasteland, an endless expanse of fire and nothingness that stretched out in every direction. The sky was a roiling mass of dark clouds floating in the black space, lit by the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the twisted landscape. In the distance, he could hear the screams of the damned, the tortured cries of those who had been condemned to an eternity of suffering. It's always been that way. As the Devil, he ruled over this realm of darkness, but it brought him no joy. This had been the same thing that he saw for almost forever, but as days went by, he felt the intensity of the punishment that was given to him. Now it is working for sure; he's suffering; he did not want to be there, but what else could he do?He was consumed by a sense of emptiness, a loneliness that gnawed at him day and night. Days go by; evil thoughts keep floating around his brain, making him hate them even more, but he still has to be there. He can only be in the dar
Elvis sat at his desk, going through the paperwork that had piled up on it. His secretary interrupted his work, informing him that she needed his signature on a document."Wait," Elvis said, looking up from the papers. "Let's hold off on that for now.""But sir, this needs to be signed by the end of the day," his secretary protested."I understand, but we need to wait for Lyra to confirm the plan before we push through with anything," Elvis replied, surprising himself with his own words. He used to be someone who wouldn't be stopped when he had something that he wanted to be done, especially when it came to business, but now he's willing to wait till Lyra comes into the office.His secretary looked at him in confusion. "Lyra? I thought she was just a shareholder; I still have the note you sent out to never follow her orders since she did not take charge of any office."She is," Elvis said, interrupting the secretary. "But I value her input. She has a unique perspective that I think co
Lyra sat at the breakfast table, pushing her food around with her fork as Zin and Dame bid her farewell. "We'll be back as soon as we can, Miss Lyra," Zin said, giving her a reassuring smile. "Take care of yourself," Dame added, placing a hand on Lyra's shoulder. "If you need anything, just call us." Lyra forced a small smile. "Thanks, guys. I'll be fine. I just need some rest, that's all." Zin and Dame exchanged a worried glance before Zin spoke up. "Are you sure you don't want us to stay? We can handle the hotel issues later." Lyra shook her head. "No, it's fine. You guys go ahead. I'll take care of myself." As they gathered their things and made their way out of the mansion, Lyra was left alone with her thoughts. She couldn't shake the conversation she had with Lucifer out of her head, and the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt. "I can't believe he would do something like that," she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why would he want to
Derrick paced back and forth on his desolate throne in hell, tormented by the images and thoughts invading his mind. He kept seeing Lyra, his beloved wife, surrounded by sinister figures and cloaked in shadows. The more he tried to push the visions away, the more they persisted. Even if he knew that he'd only bring chaos into Lyra's life, he found out that he wouldn't be able to give it up that quickly. Especially after he spent an entire month's worth of time in hell reminiscing about the moments they had together."My dear, please be safe out there," he whispered, wishing that it was only the thoughts in his head that kept on messing him up and not real visions or premonitions of what was happening or what was supposed to come for Lyra in the land of the living. If that was the case and he's stuck down in the depths of nothingness, he will for sure not be able to move forward. He is afraid of what he might end up doing just to stop that."I do not need much," he stated. "I only need
A black bird flew into Derrick's shoulder as he was calmly watching over the newly appointed demons in his realm. As soon as he was able to look into its eyes, his mouth fell wide open, and his jaw hit the floor beneath him. He won't be able to forget those eyes, and he would never forget how Zin looks when he's in his real form.Immediately, Derrick stood up to snap his fingers in the air, and without waiting for another second, they were inside a dark room. Derrick's own little space whenever he wanted to stay out of everyone's sight. His only hiding spot from all the demons that would often try to bombard him with a bunch of questions or sometimes the yells of those souls who were being punished."What are you doing here?" he immediately asked. Right before his eyes, he watched as Zin transformed into his human form to hug him. "Zin, is there something going on? Why are you back here? You crossed the borders again?""Master, it doesn't matter right now," he said, still clinging on
Dame was surprised to find Lyra sitting alone in the dark living room with no lights on. He had brought lots of food back to the mansion, hoping to lift her spirits, but seeing her like this made him worried. It was really bad timing that Zin decided to try and go back down to hell that night. Dame could tell, just by the vibes that had hit him straight on, that he wouldn't know how to deal with Lyra like that."Miss Lyra, are you okay?" he asked, placing the bags of food on the coffee table in front of her. He wanted to kick himself in the face. The look in her eyes is the perfect tell that she is not doing alright, but he still chose to ask, just to make her feel bad that it shows. "You know what, let me just get the lights; don’t even bother," he whispered before walking directly to the switch.Lyra looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. "You are already back?" she asked, confused as she watched the leaves outside the window dance. "It’s already dark outside," she sa