Chapter 10 Chapter 10

'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

Farthest end of the self..'

Enjoy.???

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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 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 towards his mother with long strides.

"I'll kill that bastard!" Lucifer growled turning on his heeps when soft hands wrapped around his torso and he felt his body stiffened when his mother's soft sobs filled his ears.

"Please! Don't do anything reckless that'll cost you your life!" Desperation and need to save her son from cruel hands of her husband overwhelmed her more than anything. Her sorrows flowed through her eyes like she was talking alone with her tears but Lucifer felt them stinging his chest like someone was slowly and mercilessly piercing his skin with knife.

"I'm your son. It's my responsibility to protect you. Why don't you let me finish this for once and all? You'll no longer suffer in his hands." His voice was hoarse and deep laced with venom for man who called himself his father.

"I don't want him to destroy you. I don't want him to take my son away, my only hope away." Her words held so much despair and distress.

He turned around in her embrace as his eyes cut over to meet her gaze.

"You're wrong mother, I'm already what you were afraid of. He had already turned me into a weapon, a monster, like he desired." He answered, looking down at his mother with eyes as sinister and glinting as polished steel. Nora couldn't decipher the devastation his words left behind. Hundred and twenty years had passed since the day Kendrio started training his son, Lucifer, to made him strongest and merciless monster like himself more than he already was. She watched thousands of times when Kendrio would beat Lucifer and shape him into the type of warrior he wanted. She was his queen but the rights were snatched away from her.

"I love you, my child....so, so, so much. Promise me you'll never follow the path of your father. Promise me you'll never let him control you." Her beautiful crystalline blue eyes with tint of green, looked adoringly up at him. She raised her hand and caressed his cheek as he closed his eyes in bliss. Though he was still quiet young for his age, he still towered over her with his tall height.

"I promise..." His words made a small smile danced on her lips as he ruffled his hairs.

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"...Her magic was last sensed in mountains of Argon.."

Alatar's droning voice reached my ears and I tuned him out as my mind took me back to days I wanted to relieve most. It had been years since I lost her and that day was probably the day I lost myself too. I didn't regretted that. The fire of vengeance kept igniting and time flew easily, leaving dust of memories behind, for me to feed on.

Everett Edgar Vll was a traitor.

The thought should anger me, but it didn't. I felt nothing when I thought of him, not even the satisfaction that he was dead, I killed him with my bare hands. The rage that had consumed me for years had quieted, leaving me strangely empty.

I looked over at Alatar who was busy telling me something that I didn't paid any attention to.

'...Accept your feelings before it's too late...'

The motherfucker played with my mind well. Another thing I shouldn't worry about but here I was zoning out and exactly doing what I shouldn't had. I hated to admit but I knew he was right, he didn't had to know that.

And this little vixen, continuously knocking on door I had sealed years ago. I couldn't believe for treasure between her legs, I agreed to set that bastard free!

Thinking of yesterday, well it was worth it. The way her legs wrapped securely around my torso and the way her body jiggled as I pounded inside her like a savage beast. Fuck! Thinking about that made my blood rush towards my groin. Need to ravage her again and over and over and again was doing things to me.

I wanted to fuck her, how obvious was that.

"..and I think your father has no clue about what Aphrodite has done.."

My gaze traveled towards Alatar. He was saying things I was already aware of.

"You can go." Simple words were they but Alatar immediately nodded and exited the room without glancing my way. Again, I was all alone in this room engulfed by darkness. I didn't minded that as long as I was alone.

I closed my eyes for a moment when her chestnut waves danced in front of my eyes. Twenty one years ago, I made the best decision to attack Zhoutis. She was no one to me, but an extension of her father. A smart and pretty extension for sure, but that didn't mattered to me. I didn't went there to kill her but I would had if that was necessary to achieve my goal.

But again, she wasn't at fault, no one was. Perseus was set up like Melissa set us up. I didn't felt remorse when I tore Perseus's eldest head apart, I didn't guilted when I hurted Cassian motherfucking Sullivan but when I get my hands on her, I couldn't brought myself to. She was but a child, a few months old and when I saw Draven's pathetic excuse of vampire taking her away all I felt was pure rage and that was how I ended up taking her in my possession.

Years passed and I send her away with Brian and Karen to protect her. Draven was a threat and I knew when someone would found out about her being mine, they would tear the world apart in order to hurt me. Falcon was send away with Nancy and my father's second in command, to protect her. Though Falcon was a kid, but the royal blood in his veins was enough for him to fight anything. He was a born warrior.

Everything was going smooth and she wouldn't be here before her twenty fifth year but then I learn about that leech Vampire. What the fuck was his name?! Never mind!

I came to know how he was trying to enter in her life, how she was getting close to him. And that was when I broke all restraints. She was mine and only I was allowed to get close to her.

Series of events led to another and she ended up hating me, again I didn't minded either.

I wanted to torment her, to punish her for hating me, to make me feel this way. And I did what I was good at-I destroyed her. The first time I held her in my arms, she felt so small and breakable and for some reason I remembered holding my mother that way, comforting her when she cried or when father would use to beat her up. Only Sarah was not my mother, my body reacted differently to her slim waist and curvy hips with startling hunger, with a desire as primitive as it was irrational.

I wanted the woman I intended to destroy, the one whose family I intended to kill.

I tried to ignore my inconvenient reaction but when I saw her stabbing herself, somehow, I found myself unable to breathe. And after that I realised what I was going to lost, she'd became a person to me, my human, my pretty little vixen instead of a toy to be used.

But now when she was with me, sleeping peacefully in my bed, in my room, all I could did was watch her and hope that she would feel the same for me.

I, who was born to be a monster, who tortured and killed countless, now couldn't brought myself to hurt this woman more-

"You freed him? I mean that a good thing but what changed your mind."

I sighed rubbing my temples. I didn't had enough patience to deal with his ass. After getting piece of mind in dungeons, I wondered why was he still here.

"None of your business." I tried and failed to keep my voice even. I knew he had sensed hardness in my tone cause next I knew he was coming my way with something dangerous off his hand.

Vodka.

"I ain't in mood of drinking."

"After hearing what I've told tell, you'll probably look for a shot or maybe...a whole bottle."

I rolled my eyes. What could possibly went wrong now?

I leaned back on the chair and crossed my arms over my chest and watched him skeptically. He pulled out two glasses from cupboard near the shelf before pouring down the bitter liquid.

"Here." He grinned before giving me glass and poured for himself. I couldn't help but deliberate about what he had done. I knew I wasn't a saint either, I had done so many fearsome and inexorable things to him which he wasn't aware of...yet.

I killed his second in command.

I raided his kingdom in North Kenia.

I ordered my men to hunt down his warriors.

My fingers wrapped around porcelain texture of glass. I gulped down the liquid down my throat and savor the bitter taste.

"What is it?" I asked putting my glass down on table.

He hesitated for a second then locked his eyes on his hands.

"I-I called you father here."

My eyes might be flickering because I saw tinge of fear in Draven's. He knew I wasn't processing what he was telling me but I was well aware what he said. I took enough self-patience in me to not pound his head with the same bottle and tore his spine apart with my bare hands.

"Why?"

He sighed.

"I have sent my few men in Argon. The last activity of Aphrodite was sensed on the mountains and something in me is telling me that she's with your father. And he's unaware of the fact that his beloved wife was involved with his rival." He remained glued to his spot. He was not meeting my gaze, he knew if he did it would probably be his last time seeing something.

"So what's your plan? Inviting him here and play hide and seek?" I raised my brow. I wanted to know what was fishing in his mind.

"No. What I have planned is something else. I was thinking of arranged a ball with all you allies and your father." Stupidness was covered in his words. If he thought arranged a ball for my father would help me to caught Aphrodite, then I thought I had never met person as moron as him.

"So that enemy could attack in our crucial phase." I narrowed my eyes.

"Exactly. Enemy would think that you're crucial and that would be perfect time for them to show their true colors. And when they would think they've upper hand, we can easily show them what they were messing with."

Idea wasn't as bad as I thought initially. But in all this Sarah's safety would be endangered and that was the last thing on my list. No one knew who she was or whether if she was alive or not. And I wished to keep it that way. Argon and Zhoutis was not far and allies! I wondered if I had any left.

"Hmm..." I thought for a moment about all the consequences and drawbacks this could brought. Sarah's safety would be comprised but I would be able to get my hands on Aphrodite.

"Start the preparations." I muttered and a large grin plastered on his annoying face.

He pushed another glass of vodka in my way. One thing I had learned, vodka mixed well with everything except decisions but I was not complaining. Before any harm could touch hair on her body, I would destroy that thing. She was mine and she would always remain mine.

I enjoyed the taste and hoped for worst.

Sarah's p.o.v

I enjoyed his absence and rinsed my hairs.

After taking an hour long shower I thought it would lessen the ache in my sore muscles but every fiber in my body still screamed with underlying aftermath effect of his brutal attempt to ravish me yesterday. And I hated to admit, I enjoyed it little because it was very first time I gave myself willingly to him.

He took me five times yesterday and was going to savor me more but I was exhausted and sore, so he let me sleep and left when I woke up.

New set of clothes were laid down nicely on bed when I walked in bedroom. But what shocked me was that the clothes were not proper for a casual day. From far I could easily point out the blue sparkling crystals on dress. What were these for?

"Get ready." I almost jumped in surprise when my eyes glanced over to meet steely gaze of my tormentor. I didn't say him earlier sitting on couch with his legs wide and arms crossed over his chest, making the shirt he was wearing strain with his muscles. I unknowingly tightened the towel around me and gazed down at him.

"Why?" I asked a simple thing but the was his eyes hardened and jaw twitches, I knew somehow that he didn't liked me questioning him. We he should know too, I didn't like to be ordered around.

"There's a ball tonight. And barely four hours are left so I suggest you to fucking dress before I do the honors." I gulped not liking the idea of him dressing me.

"Will you-will you go out?" I asked nervously. He tilted his head to side, contemplating whether he should go or stay here to see me in misery.

"You've two hours. If you need something, a maid would be assigned to you." Lucifer's voice was as hard as his metallic gaze. And once again I found myself terrorised and paralysed as he came towards me.

"I-" I didn't remembered what I was going to say but next moment I was being engulfed in his arms, held tightly against his chest that I could hardly breathe. The heat of his body surrounded me.

"Stay by my side this evening." This! This was what that got me killed. Same desperation and plead when we were in my parent's kingdom. His voice was low and a warning was there.

I nodded.

He let go after a minute and pecked my forehead before vanishing, leaving me all alone with my beating heart and terrorized thoughts.

What was that?

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