"Sweetheart, the Devil always gets what he wants. Sooner or later you will want me just as much as I want you."

"But mom-"
"Shhh... let loose angel, this is your destiny."

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Lucifer.
Father of sin.
King of Hell.

The Devil is obsessed with me. He married my mother just so he could own me. No matter how hard I try, I can't escape from him. He just doesn't want to let me go and I don't know why.

I have never understood his fascination with me. Most of the time he's just there, staring at me like an adept predator sizing his prey, gazing into my soul with those soulless silver-blue eyes.

All the attention he should be giving my mother, he showers me with and I am getting more and more entangled in his web of deceit and decadence and thrown into his dark world.

He calls me Angel, but wants nothing more than to stain my innocence and ruin me with pleasure. 

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when a sweet, innocent, naive little angel mingles with the step-father from Hell. 

Vanessa does not remember what a normal life is. She is shunned by the world, has no friends, and has never dated or been kissed. She likes to blend in with the walls and keep to herself and mostly pretend she is not affected by her devilish step-father's interest in her. 

Vanessa has no idea what she really is to the Devil.

Vanessa is the Devil's step-daughter, but the Devil knows that they are destined to be so much more and he will stop at nothing to make her his.

Daddy Lucifer

Chapter Twenty One- Provoking The Devil Out Of Him Part Three 


I made one last attempt to nullify his rage and surrendered myself to him in the most provoking manner. I put all my faith in my words, in the sincerity of my tone and the soft caress of my voice as I translated my burning need for him. 


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The Devil's chilling, red, opalescent eyes seared into me, carving into my being viciously and introducing a violent surge of fear through my veins. 


He was giving me a punishing death glare I have only seen him give his groveling, beseeching victims before he slaughters them mercilessly, but his eyes were also saturated with another emotion- the emotion that always overwhelmed his features when his possessive side outshines his nonchalance and he reminds me who it is I will always belong to. 
