All Chapters of Delilah : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

[Approximately a year ago, the day of her tragic accident.]Lucifer laid her on the plain white sheets, her blood bathed body immediately stained the bed leaving blood everywhere, he stared at his blood covered arms, rage and fury ran through him unlocking something that he had kept bottled up for far too long.His eyes became pale white, a cracking sound followed as his face began to show scars, not a word escaped his mouth but the bulging veins on his neck and head showed his pain.The suite he had on slowly began to ripe, the fabric fell to the ground like ashes and a beast was unleashed.“I will keep her safe!.” The man who had bought Delilah said, he bowed his head to Lucifer who didn’t say a word.When he rises he finds not only her blood bathers body but a few parts of her skin had pealed. He saw Delilah (Aviva) move her body, her legs straightened so did her hands.^^^^Lucifer’s POVHer blood stained my hands, I picked her up from the car where she lay without moving a muscle

With a sigh louder than that of a screaming demon, he rose from his huge throne, he walked down the stairs of his throne of skulls, with his eyes on the gate of hell which he could see from where he was.“Master.” His right-hand Demon bowed to him in shock and wary on his face though he tried his best to scrape the look off his face he could not avoid the fact he was the one who stood in the gap for Lucifer when he was on earth protecting the girl he assumes is Eve’s reincarnation.Beelzebub raised his head slightly when he heard nothing from Lucifer but saw his shoes walk past. Beelzebub’s POVWith Lucifer back on his throne, it felt like a burden had been taken off my shoulders and I could finally return home to my baby girl.“Lucifer.”“I need you to go back to earth and make sure Delilah is okay.” His words were enough to crack the sealed gates of my anger, my eyes beamed with anger and frustration.It had been over a year and I had left my girlfriend with no words of my whereabo

Delilah’s POVI gasped myself awake, I could feel my sweat dripping off my body as though I had been soaked in a bathtub filled with water while I was fully clothed.My pillow was wet from my wetness. I looked around my dark room in fear which was something I lost meaning to since I was fifteen. I felt as though my room was growing smaller and the walls drawing closer to me a scream escaped my mouth when I realised I could not move from where I sat. Tears of fear and regret began to run down my eyes, regrets of something I could barely remember, and my vision began to go blank. My screams grew louder but no one came to my aid. That was when reality slapped me across the face and made me realise I was all alone in my mother's house.The memory of her leaving the house alongside my brother came flooding my head.“Please help.” Those were the only words that I kept chanting with a little faith that maybe or somehow someone will hear my pleas.If this death felt like I wished it ran far a

My eyes opened to the sound of a man yelling, I stood up and immediately fell back down to the bed, all my muscles ached, and my head began to spine painfully, I tried to get up again.“Don’t hurt yourself!.” I heard a man say, he sounded strong and authoritative.I turned my head fast and regretted it the second I did.“So she’s the reason you were late!!.” A man scolded.My eyes flashed at him, it was like he saw a ghost or something. Did I look that bad??, I need a mirror now!The man walked towards me and sat beside the bed “Stay still or you're gonna hurt yourself more!.” He said.The man who yelled at him was quiet like he was in shock or he was restless.“I am Marshal, I was the one who brought you here.” He informed me.I smiled at him as sweetly as I could. “You saved me back there thank you!.” I said with my voice cracked.“No need I couldn’t watch a man beat up a young lady like that!.” He replied sharply.I didn’t want my mind to wander too far, he was just a good samarita

I am Alora Thomas, as far as I can remember my life has been hell, I do remember a time my life was like a bed of roses. It was just me and my mum against the world, she took care of me and I kept a smile on her face.Well all things good have an end and mine ended too fast, I was four when Willam came into our lives. He was the sweetest, I never had a father until he came, he was everything I wished for, I could finally talk about my ‘father’ to my friends. Yes, we’re just kids but we did talk a lot.My mom loved him so much and so did he. I was always the third wheel on their dates until I was eight, he began to change, and he acted differently, either it was because of poor grades (B-) I couldn’t get anything lower or I didn’t clean the entire house.I didn’t have time for school, how could I when I was the slave of my own house and for some reason my mother didn’t find out? The day I tried to tell her was the day he sold me to a prostitution firm overseas.“This is where you belon