'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
"I used to be so happy, But without you here I feel so low, I watched you as you left, But I can never seem to let you go....' **** Aroma. Decorations. Royalty. And regality. I hated to admit but this ball was beyond beautiful than the previous one in my parent's kingdom. Thinking of it, I was missing my parents terribly. I hadn't seen them in seven months. The last time I laid eyes on my father was when he was screaming in agony. And my mother! Only her beautiful image, when she met me in the ball was embedded in my head like a freaking beautiful memory. I was probably dead for them. On another note, the dress Lucifer had left for me was exquisitely divine. The blue color was giving me a sense of sanity and the beautiful embroidery made it look heavenly bewitching. I sought inner peace and absolute trust. The maid Lucifer ordered to help me twist my hair in an up and I paired it with some matching heels. I was feeling beautiful after a long time. The bal
"I'm serious, it happened when I was like two hundred and four years old and when I asked her if she would like to marry me, she rejected me by saying 'you look like a rotten tomato'." I laughed as Elijah mimicked while swaying his hands in the air. He was telling us about how he got rejected by a princess and I must admit it was hilarious. "You still look like-" A loud growl had managed to get our attention when Victoria was saying something. All of us quickly followed the voice when my eyes widened and I forgot to breathe. Everything happened at the moment as Lucifer's enraged face blinded my vision and he had a body pinned against one of the pillars. What was he doing?! I rushed towards him as I saw the face of the woman he was holding by the neck. "Y-you." I stammered and lost my step. Lucifer was choking Aphrodite and everyone in the hall was silent. Music was long lost and everything was scarier. But what haunted me more was the huge smile on her face. She wasn't
"Tell me you love me..." Melissa whispered huskily in his ear as she nibbled his earlobe sensually. His insides quivered with delight as her soft lips kissed his neck. "Do I need to show you how much I fucking love you?" Lucifer grinned as he flipped her around on her back making her giggle. His hold tightened on her naked thighs. "You said it'll be a quickie. I never knew making love will end up with you pounding me for three hours in your room." She licked her lips as her light blue eyes stared back at him. Their eyes got lost in each other's gaze. "Nothing is quick about fucking you." He whispered in her ear while licking her neck. She moaned out his name as she clutches the hairs in her hands. Adoration and pure love for Melissa dropped down his eyes. "Stop it!" She giggled when Lucifer bite her neck. "I'm ticklish there." She laughed as a small smile crept on his face. "You do realize how much I adore you, right?" He asked with brightness in his eyes. Melissa smi
"I AIN'T LYING!" "This isn't possible." I lost my balance as my bottom connected with the couch. I let myself sink into the comfortable couch as I drowned myself in Elijah's words. "Are you sure you heard him saying that?" I asked shakingly. My hatred for him was increasing moment by moment. How could he be this cruel? "Why the fuck would I lie?" He scoffed in annoyance. The ground beneath me trembled as I processed his words. 'He's going to marry you.' I wouldn't let this happen. I couldn't. If he hated me why did he want me to marry him. It wasn't like he was giving me a choice. "I-I can't!" I panicked as I recalled the last time he almost sucked the life out of me when he ordered me to marry him. What if he would hurt Elijah or Victoria? My heart was at unease. "He isn't giving you a choice. You have to act smart. Think with your mind." Elijah rubbed my arms assuringly. He was right. Lucifer didn't know that I knew he was planning to wed me and I could use t
His words should send my heart into ecstasy, in a world where nothing matters except happiness, where there was no ugliness of reality, no fear, and ultimately no resentment. But it wasn't the occurrence. My heart wasn't in delight, it wasn't in joy, I wasn't feeling what I should feel instead new fear, new dread was slowly wrapping me in its clutches. At first, I felt nothing, like someone had given me the numbing drugs like I was somewhere else where I couldn't feel a thing. My heart was beating but my mind wasn't working anymore. Then there was pain, the pain I felt when I lost my babies when my blessings were snatched away from me. My heart clenched painfully, and breathing become hazardous. Gradually, I calmed myself. Assuring myself, I was again blessed with God's gift. God had decided to give me my babies back, that now I would have someone to call me a mother. And I would cherish my child with the love I missed. But somewhere in between happiness, my heart knew hav
Lucifer groaned in frustration when he tried to close his eyes, the same scared eyes of his mother greeted him. He exhaled deeply, analyzing why all of sudden he was having those dreams, those nightmares, that he very hardly left behind with his ability to love, to feel. He ran his hand through his thick raven hairs, his muscles flexed as he sighed. His mind drifted to a woman in his chambers, the one who was carrying his child, the one who was making him feel things that would end up ruining him further. And then something unusual snapped in his mind, he stood up from his chair and he lost his steps when a pain shot through his head. He gripped his head in his hands as he groaned. "Fuck.." He growled when pain become hazardous, his veins protruding, and his eyes flickering between red and blue. He fell to his knees, squeezing his head in his hands. The pain was nothing unusual but this pain felt like his nerves were ripping out, slowly and painfully. He could feel hammering
Slowly and painfully I opened my eyes, vision blurred, whole body aching, head pounding loudly, and tried to sit when I heard some shuffling somewhere in the room. "Relax." The depth and intensity of his voice nearly gave me a heart attack, I looked up before blinking to get rid of dizziness and met with the icy cold gaze of the man who had ruined me for everything. I tried to see but before I could ask him what happened, he was already beside my side and helped me to sit and placed pillows behind my back, making my body comfortable. I didn't resist instead enjoyed his hospitality for a few minutes before he could turn into a savage beast. He turned around without looking at me, and went to another corner, before grabbing an embroidered cup and taking long strides towards the bed. "Here. Drink this." He gave me the same cup. I looked confusedly at him because in the cup there was a strange-looking thick liquid instead of water, what I was expecting. "What's this?" My voice
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