All Chapters of DOMUS MALUM: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

      He quietly sat on the chair, not far from the exit door. As the hall gets crowded by people in all ages—people whose hearts have been touched by great admiration and by all willingness extended the level of veneration to the artist who stroked the brush and created a story on the canvas. One who possesses great passion within her, not scared by its flame nor the aftermath. One that Selene did. He looked up to the stage, and found his refuge, a woman who taught him that he can be saved from the cruel fate that he has.   “W-Welcome, and thank you for coming,” she said. From that moment, he just want to pat her back and tell her that she is the most astonishing woman in the room, and the only woman who deserves to be recognize by her talent, by her pure soul, and by her enormous amount of love; a love he failed to keep.   Lucas sent her calmness, with the limitations of his love, this is the only thi

    A knock came at the door of Lucas’s office, he slightly tilted his head upward and inhaled deeply before resting his back against his chair.   “Come in,” he said, raising his voice a little. The door creaked open and a woman in her 30’s entered. Lucas judged her from her looks, which was unnecessarily a bit exaggerated. She was wearing an elegant dress with big puffy sleeves, a knee-high boots and a red fedora hat with a wide brim over her head. She walked to his table in such graceful manner, her little hand bag swinging by the air on her hand.   Lucas can feel his frustration creeping up, certain that this kind of client was the least one he’d like to have for today. The woman sat in such elegant and slow manner on the chair, she put her bag on Lucas’s table and took off her fedora hat, resting it on her lap. Lucas noticed she also have excessive gothic make-up that did not quite matched on her bright pink dre

  Death is, and the only one, inevitable part of a human cycle. Humans’ ways of living often depend on their choices—a calculated or a rash decision, choosing to be alone or to build a family, chasing for their dreams or to just rely on some miracle to happen, accept the reality and move on, or to make themselves get trapped in their own bubble floating in a void with no sense of direction. These choices take a huge part of their fate’s direction, their choices steer the wheel of their life despite having no idea where the road ends.But everything comes down to one—death. Still, even until there, they differ as well with how, when, and why shall it happen but nevertheless, it comes. And that is the only moment that they do not get to choose if to feel pain or numbness, with farewells or an abrupt stop, to see the sky or see a white ceiling. No matter how unfair, or no matter how much you still want to live, dea

   Calix stared down at Selene, who was carefully being transferred by the nurses to her wheelchair. She wobbled out of the bed and winced when she finally sat. Calix turned his gaze away, refusing to watch how Selene struggles with her condition.“You ready?” the doctor asked. Selene nodded with a smile. The doctor looked at Calix and nodded. “Take good care of her and bring her back here as soon as possible, okay?”“I understand, thank you,” he answered. Calix went behind Selene and started pushing her out of the room.Selene had managed to make a deal with the doctors and Calix. She wanted to see Lucas in exchange for her approval to be treated of her brain tumor. Calix could not do anything but to agree on her condition, swallowing his feelings just so Selene could get better.“You knew that the tumor came back,” Calix muttered as they stroll along the hallways of t

  Lucas snarled under his breath. He launched forward to his Father, his golden coloured eyes turned into bloody red, glowing in flames of anger. His Father noticed his presence as Lucas’ power overwhelmed the entire Domus Malum. “Ah, here comes the prince of hell,” his words spreading in his smirk. Lucas stopped in front of him, his eyes only focused on Selene. Samael’s grip loosens until Selene’s frail body dropped down on the cold floor. Lucas diverted his attention to his Father, which stared back at him in a menacing cold expression. “I didn’t know you were this low to pick such a feeble creature for your entertainment,” Lucas uttered. Samael laughed, his deep voice echoed through the room. “A feeble creature,” he muttered. “Feeble indeed to easily break down your walls, isn’t it?”&nbs