Damon casually walked down the streets of Sant Martin as thoughts of his sister seemed to invade his mind. With a deep breath, he drifted back to the conversation he had with Draven, about Victoria, about her missing self. Damon still didn't seem to understand why she flew away, for God's sake, she was pregnant. He couldn't do anything but worry about how she would be? After one month of Sarah's death, she vanished like she never existed.Sarah's death.Damon didn't feel sympathy or empathy for her death, she was no one to him. He never knew her. Despite having a beautiful face and dying for their body, she was no one important to him. But he was feeling slovenly dejected for some known reasons.Elijah.He was missing his brother, who never stayed long enough to nurture a bond between siblings. Damon thought back to a time when they were kids, away from the cruelty of this world, they all used to share strong bonds but because of their villainous father, they lost each other. Draven be
'I was addicted to a losing game'****There's hardly anything quite as blissful as an amble by the seashore. It's like strolling through an airy womb of sky and sound. The sea was a cerulean-blue gown and the beach seems dipped in earthshine gold. The waves in the distance were like white creases on a vast bale of velvet and the lolling of the yachts was both rhythmic and mesmerizing.It was not often you get to see a sunrise-gold beach. That was our privilege as we gazed out at the slothful sea. Ebbing ever so gently, it looked at peace in its jade-green gown. It felt like we were walking on a carpet of candy floss, such as its softness. The golden sand swept around in a scythe of beach, hemmed in by towering dunes.The horizon seemed to be stitched with a silver line. The seagulls were squawking over our heads and squabbling for morsels from the hotel kitchen. As the sun-scorched, our bodies to a crisp, a funfair of barbecued aromas drifted towards us. The saline tang of the sea mi
"He's drunk." "Ahh! Yes!" "You never told me he had six heads." "I didn't know myself, even I saw them today myself." A roar of laughter echoed in the whole room as Lucifer slammed his hand on the table with amusement. Damon looked astonished at them and gulped the lump of saliva that formed in his throat. "Elijah is alive." He mumbled again, softly but audibly. Lucifer looked at Damon for a long moment before he slowly opened another bottle and poured the liquid into his glass filled up to the brim, almost spilling out. Draven snickered before he threw his head back snickering. "Alright! Alright! You mean to say that our dead brother Elijah Edgar Vll, is alive?" Draven said clapping his hands mockingly. "I'm fucking drunk as shit! Am I hearing things?" Damon was not worried about Draven's comments instead fear of what would Lucifer do was creeping him out. Lucifer looked unbelievably calm. The calm before the thunder. "Come on, Damon! Don't take advantage of u
'I wanna make you mine but that's hard to say Elijah grunted as one of them punched him in the face. He knew he wouldn't be able to take any of them all on his own but one thing he was sure about, neither one of them would kill him. He instantly regretted the decision of leaving the house hours ago and he was still not over the fact that Sarah would be all alone. It was not like she was in some danger but leaving her alone in the night didn't sit well with him. But now there was no going back, was there? "I'm fine. Thanks for asking, dear brother." Elijah groaned as another kick send him flying backward, colliding his body with rock hard wall. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Draven snarled as he landed another punch on his sculpted face which was covered with the crimson decorative color of Elijah's blood. The blood was seeping through his cheeks and his body was already sore. He could feel his insides beings ripped. "Come on, Lucifer! Don't give me that look, just say it." Elijah sai
'I'm trying but I keep falling down I cry out but nothing comes now I'm giving my all and I know peace will come I never wanted to need someone.' **** "Ma..ma" I trembled with Karl in my arms as his eyes looked at the tiny child resting in my embrace. But that was not what scared me, the way his jaw clenched and his fists tightened, I knew what he was planning. "Don't." Today was full of surprises. My eyes immediately rushed toward the voice as Elijah walked inside the shop. By this time I wondered if the lady was hearing what was happening right under her apartment. I never looked so anxious and relieved looking at Elijah, at the same time. But Elijah immediately rushed towards me as he engulfed me in his arms. Probably this was a bad idea because next, I knew, Lucifer was growling like a lion as he ripped Elijah away from us and slammed his body against the broken glass door. I couldn't describe the pain he was feeling because all the pieces were piercing his s
'When I searched for the destination of love, then I only found the dust of grief. When I desired for songs of love, them I only received cold sighs' **** Darkness. It was like I was wholly engulfed by darkness. I couldn't see a thing, my eyes were not supporting me. My head was hurting and my body was aching. I tried again to open them and groaned as bright rays of the sun blinded me. Blinking away the blurriness, I yawned before stretching my arms over my head. I gasped as my vision adjusted and I came face to face with my reality. The dark walls of the room looked familiar along with the sheets I was wrapped in. I jumped when I realized where I was. "No, no, no!" I panicked as I quickly pulled the duvet off of me and immediately rushed towards the door. Astonishment washed over me as the door opened easily. It wasn't locked. I thanked the heavens for that before rushing out of the room. My breathing hitched as familiar walls of hallways welcomed me. Same portr
Three little birds sat in my window, And they told me I don't need to worry..' **** Guards quickly pulled Victoria off Draven as she kicked in their holds. Being royal guards, their strength was unbreakable and Victoria felt anger wash over her as they dragged her away from Draven, who was panting on the porcelain marble floor of Lucifer's castle. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHERE IS MY CHILD?" She yelled as she was dragged towards cellars. Lucifer watched with an amused face as he leaned against one of the pillars with arms crossed over his toned and muscular chest. His dark hairs were ruffled and his ocean blue eyes shined with amusement. "You could've stopped her," Draven muttered wiping away blood seeping through his nose while glaring at Lucifer. Lucifer tilted his head slightly. "I was rather enjoying the show." "This is the bloody second time in one day I got a broken nose." Draven scoffed as the sleeves of his fresh white shirt soaked with blood. He placed his hands
'I was painting a picture, A picture painting of you. And all this time I've been lying, Lying in the secret to myself. I've been putting sorrows in the The farthest end of the self....' **** Lucifer's p.o.v. "I don't want this, Mother!" He panicked, pacing around the room with fear dancing in his once shiny blue pacific orbs. "I'll talk to him. Just relax." Nora couldn't help but look worriedly at her eldest. Her heart squeezed into nothing, feeling his pain and anguish. She knew this was bound to happen like this was all planned from his birth. "No! You won't bargain for my life." Lucifer immediately turned towards his mother when his eyes narrowed on a certain spot on her neck. Nora sensed his son's gaze lingering on her neck when she quickly placed her hands on her neck blocking his view. "I-" "He did it. Again." Lucifer felt immense anger and disappointment as he walked toward his mother in long strides. "I'll kill that bastard!" Lucifer growled turnin
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. The dawn chorus of melodic birdsong drifted in. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. At daybreak, it is cool and invigorating, full of songbirds, walkers and joggers. At midday, it is sleepy, hot and still. In the evening, shadows lengthen and coolness returns. But at night, it can be a frightening place, with dangers lurking in the dark shadows of the foliage. Dewdrops, rolling along the roses I planted a few weeks ago, the balcony was covered with plants and flowers, and nourished dreams, splashing a piece of transparent sunlight. In a golden squeak, hatch dawn that is no longer wet. Early morning was like the baby who wakes up after a night of sleep, just like the one giggling in my arms. Everywhere, there is vigour and vitality. The flowers, and the grass, are so green, I feel comfortable, I like the beautiful morning, it gives me a wonderful start. Since it was the week
I’ve always been curious about various things, life, the sun, fate and the kiss of death. The word was limited yet held the power to seize everything in its hold, I varied, yet condemned. I felt every emotion yet I couldn’t reflect any. I had been staring at her body for a moment now, waiting for her to wake up and attack me, to kill me, but she couldn’t, she was dead. I killed her. The storm raging up in the sky reflected the one bubbling in my heart. I’ve become what I despised the most. A murderer. A killer. This wasn’t my intention, I just wanted to help. But when she admitted she was responsible for Elijah’s death, I couldn’t control it, I couldn’t help but feel dangerous. Maybe because Elijah was the next good thing that ever happened to me. He was there, always, just like Falcon, looking out for me, caring for me without a second thought. He indeed was a friend in need and not in need. He knew what he promised me and yet he could do wonders to make that happen. We spotted
Draven grunted and docked a brutal punch over his jaw, the man knock over his back gripping his jaw as he pulled himself away from him and screamed while charging at him again. Draven sighed annoyingly before running past him with speed as he snapped his neck. “Bloody, bastards,” he cursed as he wiped his hands over his pant. “Where is she?” He raised his brow as he turned around to see Nicholas holding himself by the wall as he limped to him. Draven chuckled. “Who? The witch or the bitch?” He snickered and Nicholas growled before trying to charge at him before Draven lunged past him and kicked him in the face. “Melissa! What did to do to her?” Nicholas growled and Draven sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. “Melissa, Melissa, Melissa. She’s not who you think she is. I don’t even know if she ever existed.” Nicholas frowned. Draven rolled his eyes. “The woman you saw years ago, It wasn’t even her real body. God! The body I fucked wasn’t her real body either.” Dr
Magic. What a word. If someone would’ve told me this two years ago, I wouldn’t have believed them. Who would? No one, precisely. Magic was just a hypothetical word that was used to enhance the beauty of the world. But today, it was different. I believed in every other thing that I would never have. Magic. Spells. Reincarnation. Second chance of life. Everything. Why wouldn’t I? I’ve been through them. It still felt like a dream that I was once dead, and I lost my children to Melissa. To save everyone, I had to sacrifice my blood. Not a thing a mother would do, but a thing a true queen would do. Elijah, my dad, my brother, Michale, Angelina, Victoria, and every person I loved was going to become a pawn in Melissa’s play and I refused to let them die, so I did what I thought was best. She needed to die. And today, I was standing in something similar situation. My people were fighting outside, Lucifer was probably looking for me, worrying. Despite my frustration with Draven, h
“This shit’s getting on my nerves. First you’re telling me that the ancient bad bitchy witch is alive, then you’ve almost succeeded in giving me an heart attack by saying she’s creating a reincarnation spell and third, her body is getting destroyed? Like what the hell? How’s she supposed to reincarnate when her body is destroyed?” Damon groaned in frustration in the phone before speeding towards the forest path. “Calm down, Damon. You just need to go there and note the situation. We’ll handle the rest.” Damon sighed and shook his head. “I’m doing all this because I trust you, Draven. Don’t make me regret this.” Damon could hear Draven sighing and heaving a deep breath before he heard his deep voice. “I know what I’m doing, Damon. I just need to make things right, for once, for all.” Damon gritted his teeth and nodded regardlessly. “I love you, brother.” Damon could practically imagine Draven grinning as involuntarily a smile created on his lips as line went off
“How are you alive? The last time I remember, you died with me? Then-“ “You don’t shut up, don’t you? Still couldn’t figure out what Lucifer saw in you.” Melissa groaned with annoyance and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. What a scheming wench she was. “If you’re gonna kill me, at least I deserve to know some answers, don’t you think?” I pushed further as she dragged me down the stairs. The spiral stairs were making me nauseous but it was the least of my worries now. Melissa was alive and God knows where Lucifer was. I was unsure if Nicholas was still alive and if there was something wrong with me. Melissa took an incisive turn as we reached the cellars when she let go of me suddenly. “So, you’re gonna kill me here?” I mumbled as I looked around the cellar with only one single, barely enough to see a window that was situated on ground level. The four walls lacked any colour instead of grey concrete walls and floor. I looked amusedly at her as she groaned in frus
Blood froze in my veins, the paranoia in my mind was becoming a reality, taking a shape, a turn, a frame, Melissa’s silhouette. The only person that deserved my hatred more than Nicholas, the only woman who had destroyed me once and now she was back to snatch my happiness away from me again. I was startled, scared, terrorised, angry. And all this emotions bottled up as one. The most intriguing one among them was rage. That explained the familiarism. Just because Melissa had taken a different body this time, her selfish self couldn’t be changed. She still was that self-obsessed freaky bitch. “What are doing here, Melissa?” Lucifer asked, his eyes not leaving hers. The more he looked at her, the more my heart shattered, the more I felt the rage to drive my claw into her chest and rip her heart out, the more I wanted to claim Lucifer as mine and the more I felt strange. “We are fated, Lucifer. Where you are, my existence is there.” Her honey laced words were anything but fa
The delicacy and how strained the situation we were trapped in was, I was having this delusional feeling inside me that told me that something was about to happen, something inevitable. And be it my intuition or the fear in my chest, my sentiments were certainly affecting my unborn child. Not that I could only feel my child, I could also sense his sentiments. Just like the fear and yet underlying hidden feeling that something inside me was changing. ImI couldn’t exactly feel it completely, but I could feel my child’s heartbeat and his pores inside me growing, expanding. It must have related to something Nicholas had done. Lucifer tsked as he shook his head looking at Nicholas. “We can end this in a way that’ll benefit both of us, Nicholas.” There. There it was. The thing, the feeling that had been clawing me since Lucifer unlike his predator self started to have a civil talk with Nicholas. There was something in his mind that I wasn’t aware of, something cynical and far mo
This world’s full of misery and lies, no matter how hard you try to keep yourself together by holding the thin pieces of hope that barely help you to conclude anything, you still find yourself wanting for what has made you suffer more than anything. And probably this was the reason why I was in this situation, I wanted to be left alone, away from all this, but at the same time, I wanted someone to hold me close and ruffle my hairs mumbling sweet nothings into my ears. This ecstasy was something I wanted to cherish, wanted to live and then there was this unrelenting feel that something was changing. I was never the one to wish for someone’s demise or harm something knowingly but this, this man made me wish for hell, a sadistic and cruel way in which he was bound to die. I knew it. Cause Lucifer barely kept his enemies alive not when someone threaten his obsession. And for the first time, I wanted the same. “Why’re you doing this?” Nicholas grinned, making me both grit my teet