Chapter 22 Chapter 22

Got me playing with fire

Baby hand me the lighter

Taste just like danger, chaotic anger

But I cant stop the rush

No I cant give you up

And i know you're not good for me

But I fell in love with devil

I'm under his spell.....

Another month I spend in blur. One month since Zahara had entered my life, my month since Nicholas had graced me with his unwanted presence and another month since Lucifer had tried to get civil with me. It shouldn't hurt, but it was. I would usually saw him at breakfasts, dinners or when he would come to my room to fed me his blood. But never he tried took mine, though he needed it. He never forced me to sleep with him, or dragged me back to his room.

My belly was showing now, a lot more. And since I had time to think, I concluded so many things. Like how much I needed my child. This baby growing inside me was now my everything, my life, my death.

"Alaric is a nice name." Elijah said, scooping another spoonful of icecream that he bought for me.

I twisted my mouth.

"What if it's a girl?" I suggested, eating the choclate that was in my lap. God! I never loved choclate this much.

"Then Alarica.." I rolled my eyes. We had been sitting there for hours now and everytime I ask him for any suggestion for name, Alaric or Alarica was what he suggested.

"You have some weird fetish with that name." I told him licking the sweet, delicious choclate off my fingers.

He shrugged his shoulders, licking the icecream from his spoon. It looked delicious too. Maybe I would eat that after finishing my choclate.

"I don't know, I just like the sound of it." It was a nice name but I wanted it to be special, not some random name for my child.

"I'll think, probably we'll find something much nice." I objected and in response, he rolled his eyes.

Elijah didn't left my side sice Nicholas had arrived and on one evening I told him everything that happened between me and Nicholas when I ran away from apartment. At first he was reluctant to kill Nicholas but then I calmed him down somehow, telling him Nicholas didn't deserved his anger.

Elijah was overly protective over me from last few weeks. He would spend days with me, sometimes in garden or sometimes in my room, talking about random things he liked or he didn't. He also told me how much he hated Draven.

Well, feelings were mutual.

"Don't you think you should talk to Lucifer?" Out of blue, Elijah asked and my heart tightened with mention of his name. Why was I feeling this way?

"Maybe... I'm no longer... important to him." Saying these words, my heart was squeezing painfully. I was slowly knowing my worth in his eyes. If he wanted me, he had to work for that not just sit silently and watch me burn. If his sentiments were real for me, he had to show them.

"Maybe, you're too important... that's why he is giving you time." Elijah said, finishing the last bite. I sighed. Was this the case? Was this the reason he was avoiding me?

"I don't know, Elijah....nothing seems right between us." I said, eyes looking around, and my mind wandering off to his blue eyes. I had seen myself in them but...

"Talk to him...a civil talk." He suggested and maybe he was right. We needed to talk, we just couldn't sat away, drowned in sorrows and thoughts about nothing. Where was my life taking me, I had no destination, yet I was loitering in same path leading nowhere. The past life I had before meeting him could never came back and let's assumed even if it happen, I would never be same.

The one and only person who I could rely on was Lucifer and yet he was the one who I should had ran away from. It was complicated, just like my emotions...

After spending my time with Elijah and smacking him on shoulder when he suggested the name of my baby to be Melissa, I almost forgot the bond between us. There was no way in hell I was going to call my child with the name of evil witch who killed my babies.

Shrugging away the thought, I wandered off to our conversation.

I literally needed to talk to him as soon as possible.

Elijah escorted me back to my room, where Lucifer hadn't tried to came from past month, and left after spending time with me. Now I was again attacked by my thoughts.

I sighed anxiously. One more month, and my child would come into this world. Would Lucifer cared for the child? By the knowledge I had, I was sure Lucifer's childhood was not good and thinking of it, would he become like his father or try to be good one for his child?

I took a deep breath. Maybe I should stop overthinking. Let's see what time had planned for us.

I got up from bed and walked towards bathroom for a shower as I was covered in dust. I would think of what to do after a good rest.

A small smile covered my lips as I gazed down in mirror, looking at my reflection. I was somehow glowing, my cheeks slightly chubby and my round stomach filling my heart with joy. I felt so happy that I was blessed with a child. Maybe this child would brought good luck in my life.

I stripped before walking into shower as warm water cascaded down my body like waterfall. I enjoyed every drop and felt the tiredness washing away. It felt heavenly. Slowly rubbing my belly, I chuckled as I felt slight movement where my hand was and almost cried with joy as another movement startled me.

I had a life inside me. I was going to be a mother.

The feeling was undeniably beautiful and heart warming.

Wrapping a towel around my chest as I stepped out of bathroom and let out a startled scream when my eyes landed on huge frame of man sitting on my bed.

It didn't took me long to recognised the pale blue eyes and handsome face of my tormentor as his eyes lifted to meet mine. My breath hitched as I unknowingly tightened my hold on my towel. All sorts of emotions mixed inside me as he stood up and took a step towards me. He was etheral, terrifying yet beautiful. God had blessed him with beauty.

And then new emotion littered.

One month, and now he was deciding to show his face to me. After a whole month. I felt angry, and so disappointed.

Before I could stop, my mouth opened.

"What're you doing here?" I didn't meant to sound rude but I was freaking angry. He couldn't just show up whenever he wanted, I had feelings too and he needed to respect mine if he wanted me.

His face had no emotion as he took another step and stopped few inches away from me.

"I needed to see you." I gulped. His voice was low, so deep and hard.

"Why?"

"..I... don't know." His brows were narrowed like he himself didn't knew why was he here. And my heart broke more.

"You don't know? YOU FUCKING DON'T KNOW WHY THE HELL YOU'RE HERE?!" I didn't meant to yell but I couldn't stop. He just couldn't treat me like shit. I was a human and I had feelings too.

I expected him to snap but nothing happened instead he clenched his jaw and inhaled.

"I will not have a relationship like your father and mother! If you want me, you need to respect me.... otherwise, consider me out of your life." I gritted my teeth.

"I'm not like my father." He muttered. And I almost felt bad for saying those words knowing how much he hated his father but I was not going be his mother, neglecting the treatment he was giving me. He needed to show me how much he desired me, how much he craved me, how much he felt for me. I wante dto know and now I was angry because he was pushing me away. His words just didn't justify his actions. Forst he said I was precious then he didn't even bothered to saw his precious person!

"Yeah! Then where were you this past month!... with Zahara?! Or with another preciousness you possess?!" I snarled angrily as tears formed in my eyes. I was beyond angry and I was no more scared if he hit me or not. I REFUSE to be Nora.

His jaw tensed as he fisted his fists and closed his eyes before sighing deeply. He was controlling himself from bursting out.

"I had some...work." Work!

My nostrils flared as I stepped away from him, looking into his eyes as he held my gaze.

"Then why are you here?!...go do your work." I gritted. I knew what work he was talking about. Fucking Zahara. Probably I was just a piece of showpiece he possessed, I was just for display, to use when was angry or horny.

"Sarah.." My name rolled down his tongue like sweet melody and my heart skipped a beat. My breathing shortened as he looked up, his eyes no more blue but a beautiful golden glow surrounding his red orbs.

Was he angry?

Would he hurt me?

Or my child?

I gulped down. Maybe I went too overboard. I shouldn't had yelled at him knowing how short-tempered he was.

I instantly took a step away as my back collided with wall and I couldn't help bit feel fear rippling through me. My heartbeat jacked up and adrenaline rushed in my veins, my breathing abnormal and my fists tightly clutched around my towel.

Lucifer's p.o.v

I could feel her fear, it was coming off her in waves. Probably she was thinking I was angry. But I wasn't. I was frustrated that she yelled at me but I would let this slide for once cause I didn't wanted to hurt her.

I inhaled. Her sweet aroma of blueberry with lavender was filled in room and I could feel myself reacting to it.

I still don't know why the fuck was I here. But I had given up trying to analyse my obsession with her. I had tried to maintain my distance, to focus on war at hand but I kept thinking about Sarah, how she looked on that day at balcony when she smiled. I should be with Draven right now, planning our next move, but my freaking mind couldn't help but wander off to her.

"Why are you doing this?" Her voice was strangely soft. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

"One moment you act like you hate me nd another...you act like you...care..for me." She murmured softly, and one tear rolled down her eye. I couldn't look at her this. In this revenge, I forgot how badly I had tortured her.

"I don't." I said firmly. My voice hard and dark.

She looked up, her eyes drowning in tears and let out a laugh. Maybe she took my words wrong, probably she thought I meant I don't care for her. Her laugh sent a shiver down my spine. Slowly our eyes met and I flinched. And I didn't wasted any more second as I took a long step as I wrapped my arms around her as she leaned and cried.

She shuddered in my arms and I felt the shaking sobs rippling through her. A part of me strangely regretted my brutal? doing, but I couldn't brought myself to saw any harm coming her way. My desire for her was nothing like gentle affection I felt towards Melissa nor the straightforward lust I felt for other women I was with.

My need for Sarah was darker than my heart, tainted by what passed between us and the knowledge she was my enemy's daughter. Well, at first I thought that. I didn't wanted to hurt her, but the intense need to show her she belonged to me and only me, and no other man could touch her, was appealed to me in some perverse way.

When it came to her, I was a mess of contradictions, and the only thing I was sure of was that my desire for her was far darker than taming her body.

I wanted more.

I wanted to make her mine completely.

I tried, I tried to ease my mind, to calm my heart that she was not a necessity, but spending two fucking months away from her, purposely keeping my distance, realising my feelings, tormenting my thoughts, and living in her nightmares, I concluded that she was a fucking essential requirement, a prerequisite from start but the flames of my rage burned her.

She was trembling as I scooted her closer, wrapping my arms around her slender waist and her bare skin rubbed against mine each time she moved. I could easily smelled the lavender scent coming off her hairs, the sweet intoxicating fragrance of her body. Her soft breasts were pressed against my chest and my cock throbbed painfully against the fabric of my pants, my body aching with the need to thrust inside her.? She would fight at first but I could made her like that.

She was not immune to me, I could feel that.

Before the dark impulse could took over, I took a deep breath, inhaling her sweetness. As bliss as it would feel to fuck her, I wanted to start our relationship from start. I wanted her to trust me.

I wanted her to smile at me of her own accord.

"You need to sleep." I murmured when she stopped sobbing. "I'm not leaving tonight."

And ignoring the hunger ragging in my veins, I pulled away and without glancing down at her naked heavenly blessed body, I scooped her in my arms. She didn't protested instead rested her head gently on my shoulder.

She didn't made a move to cover her body as I laid her on bed. It was tormenting watching her all naked and all I could do was stare. My heart squeezed when my eyes landed on her round belly, with my child.

Unbelievable.

It looked so unreal.

Never had I imagined that a monster like me would be blessed with a child. The feeling was slowly blooming inside me, the beautiful truth that she was carrying mine child, that she was mine, was so overwhelming in a dark and twisted way.

Then again what she said to me earlier was not unforgettable. She accused me being like my father, the man who was nothing but a mere piece of shit, a power greedy fucker. Then again, was I really like him? Was I really doing things like him? Was I following his path?

I was.

I knew that.

Probably I was worse than him.

I sighed before closing the distance between us as she peered up at me, her eyes glossy with tears she had shed earlier. Her nose slightly pink and her cheeks flushed. In other words, she was undeniably beautiful, an epitome of beauty.

Dark intense desire rippled through me but I ignored it again. I could take her later.

"It's hard to admit and probably it will be harder for you to grab," I couldn't look away from her face, her eyes shinning with moonlight coming from window as I continued. "But I can't let you go. I don't deserve you but I have you and letting you go is next to impossible."

I said, though I didn't meant to sound dark but I couldn't help. My voice was raw. It was a brutal reality.

She looked at me as she planted her hands on my chest.

I felt sparks erupting through the point where her small hands touched me.

"What am I to you, Lucifer?" Her soft and fragile voice asked. She was sounding vulnerable and this vulnerability felt so wrong.

What was she to me?

For the first time I had answer.

"Everything," I breathed out, looking straight into her warm soft brown eyes, sparkling with tears. She deserved the world but I snatched it away from her.

I felt shock in her eyes as she looked relentlessly at me. Her soft pink lips parted as she held my gaze.

The truth was shocking.

"I have a confession to make," I said, holding her hands in mine as I looked down at her flushed face. Her cheeks slightly reddened and her lips parted.

"You are a joyous mystery to me, a confluence of conflicted emotions, brave yet fearful, strong but fragile." She blinked processing my words as I leaned down and planted a small kiss on her nose.

"I'm in love with you and I'm no longer denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you and no matter what you feel for me, I want to secure this feelings I'm feeling. I'm doomed, and I know there will be no forgiveness for what I had done and probably you won't be able to forgive me for ruining you, but I couldn't watch you suffer anymore, I want to be there for you, in sickness and health, in life and death. And....yes, I'm in love with you, Sarah."

Sarah's p.o.v

Did-did he just-

Confessed?

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