Chapter 23 Chapter 23

Today, once again I was having feelings which cost me my babies. I was having feelings that Lucifer rejected eleven months ago. Once again, I was again falling in love. Love, which was limitless and unpredictable. Trapped in his arms, caged in his heart, confined in his eyes, I, for the first time, saw myself sparkling, glistening with delight.

Sweet reality engulfed me.

He loved me.

And with the feelings, his cruelness caressed me. I remembered all the things he did to me, all the darkness he had trapped me in. I still remembered, I never forgot but this, this emotion was overpowering them. He didn't deserved my forgiveness but then again he never asked for one.

I blinked away the unshed tears.

"Y-you really..love me?" I whispered breathlessly. I still couldn't belive he said those words, that he was being vulnerable to his emotions in front of me. Was he finally considering me a human?

His eyes didn't wander from my face as he stared down at me. His blue eyes were trailing over me, his arms slowly tightening around me, as his fingers caressed my cheek.

I closed my eyes in bliss. I was feeling...wanted.

"You were never my beginning but you are becoming my end. You are my first desire...an uncontrollable and dark desire. Everyday taking the fire of the heart in my hands, I walk the path leading nowhere. Everytime I look in your eyes, I see paradise, like the glorious stars shinning in the sky, painting the words of desire." My senses were no longer working. For the first time he was talking to me like this, and the weight his words held was squeezing my heart in a sweet painful ache.

Lucifer.

The devil. The ruler of hell. Wanted me to be his paradise.

I gulped down the saliva forming in my throat as I looked into his arctic blue eyes, his muscled flexed as he caged me between his arms, his body sinfully touching mine and I forgot everything for a second.

"An arrow that leaves the bow...and words that leaves the mouth can never come back....do you really mean what you said?" My paranoid mind, was filled with anticipation. He might had told me his feelings but trusting him was a sin.

His eyes flickered as he breathed out before looking straight in my eyes and for a second it felt like he wanted me to listen to his eyes through my eyes.

A melodious tune played in his eyes as sincerity danced but I needed his words.

"I can kill for your love," he leaned forward slightly, tightening his grip as I anticipated his next move. His lips gently caressed my cheek as he mumbled against my skin. "I can die for your love."

My eyes closed as my mouth parted open as his lips descended down to my neck, kissing every inch, every fibre. His hands left my wrists as they immediately landed on my stomach as he caressed mh swollen belly.

"All nights it keeps sighing, you're making it restless. Your sweet intoxication is making me fucking crazy." His lips slowly licked my skin as I moaned unknowingly. His hands felt somehow blissful, my body reacting on it's own.

"Lucifer..." I breathed out as he kissed every inch of my neck leaving me breathless.

"Feel it." He whispered huskily against my skin. I couldn't. I was becoming restless.

I wasn't expecting this but when his lips landed on mine, and feasted on me, I forgot myself. His lips moved urgently like he was starving for ages. Because that's what it felt like, as if he was consuming me wholly, taking in my essence, devouring me. His free hands burrowed in my hairs, holding me still for the voracious kiss. And I was melting in the sheets. Because he wasn't only taking but giving also. For forst time, he was giving me pleasure.

He kissed me until I was flushed, until I could barely remember my name. Until my feelings started come at surface. My fingertips tingled from his tight grip on my wrists and his body was heavy on top of me, but I wanted him more than I hated him.

He trailed his lips down, licking, kissing, biting every inch in his way. He was making me feel every lick, every touch. With each breathless breath I took, my nipples brushed against his chest.

Darkness was dancing in his eyes as he pulled away. I saw unanswered hunger in those orbs, a dark need something possessive. His hand left my hairs and moved down my body, cupping my breast. "Sarah.." my name sounded so rough, my breath hitched as he ran his thumb over my erect my tight nipple. "You're so beautiful, love. Everything I didn't deserved.."

His fervent words seeped through me. This felt too much like a loving romance, his knees nudging my thighs apart. His eyes filled with lust, intense hunger and I could practically feel him vibrating with it but he stopped, he didn't forced himself on me. He might not realised, but our connection was loss and pain.

He breathed in, he ran his nose all over my neck and across the collar bone, stopping when he came to the middle where his face was just above the valley of my heaving breasts. I felt his hardened length against my stomach. And it took everything in me not yo moan when he descended his head down and nuzzled the heated skin of my breasts. A soft purr enlightened through me, and I slid my fingers in his hairs, massaging gently at the nale of his neck.

Maybe he was changing. Maybe my live would change him for good.

A rough moan emitted through him, as my fingers fidgeted with his hairs and I closed my eyes when he licked between the valley of my globes.

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"We have less than a month!"

"Don't stress yourself. One day is enough for what I have planned for him." Taunting remark grabbed her attention as she picked up a broken box from her drawer before handing to the man standing in front of her.

"It's precious. It's power is decreasing with each use." Zahara said looking at her brother as he stared down at the box in his hands.

Nicholas lifted his eyes, looking at Zahara, his brows raised in confusion.

"We don't need this." Nicholas said coldly, glaring down at Zahara.

She rolled her eyes, before turning around and pulled out a small dagger from her drawer before handing it him.

"We need a source of dark magic and as far as my knowledge takes me, this is the bestest option we have left with. With this situation it's difficult for us to take his child." Zahara contemplated. Her long hairs cascaded down her back as her eyes sparkled with evil.

"That child will bring doom to us. He needed to be vanished along with that motherfucker." Nicholas gritted his teeth as he placed the box and the dagger in his pocket.

"To kill a king, we have to go for his weakness." Zahara suggested.

Nicholas paused as he glared at her.

"It's the last fucking time I'm warning you, Zahara. She'll be my spoil of war." Nicholas gave a hard glare to her.

Zahara shrugged her shoulders.

"Whatever. I don't care. I have made myself clear for what I want." Zahara exclaimed looking at box in Nicholas's pocket.

A knock resonated in the room as Zahara and Nicholas looked at entrance. Red hairs of vanessa greeted them as she walked inside elegantly. Her ruby coloured dress bringing the greens of her eyes prominently. Her small waist wrapped with thick velvet golden ribbon and the off-shoulder dress flowing and kissing the floor. The diamond necklace glistening on her slender neck.

"Draven is of no use. He doesn't know anything about Lucifer's next strategy." She said bitterly, plopping herself on couch, crossing her legs before looking at both of them. Her leg ripped through the slit.

"Lucifer doesn't trust Draven. Though their friendship is inevitable, he walks one step ahead of his enemies and his allies." Zahara concluded.

Nicholas nodded.

"Let the child born. Make them feel we are their allies. And you," he pointed at Vanessa. "Keep your eyes on Elijah. That motherfucker is getting on my nerves nowadays."

Vanessa nodded, spreading her arms on back of the couch, tilting her chin high as she looked at him with a small smirk.

"Lucifer's clever. He send Victoria away with Michael, Angelina is vanished since the incident and about Perseus, he is still grieving his dead wife." Vanessa started before continuing. "He's keeping his family away from the mess he is going to create."

Nicholas smirked.

"And it's good for him that I don't want any of his family dead expect him. And the preciousness I want to possess is right in front of my eyes only." Nicholas paused as he looked at Zahara.

"Keep Elijah busy for me. I wanna talk to my future trophy alone for sometime." He said with evilness sparkling in his eyes. Zahara nodded knowing nothing could stop Nicholas, if he wanted Sarah he would had her no matter what and she was also aware of one very important yet mind-blowing thing Sarah wasn't aware of.

"You know afer she gives birth, she'll possess her powers, right?" Zahara contemplated.

Nicholas chuckled.

"And who would tell her that she possesses them, huh?" He said.

Zahara rolled her eyes, crossed her arms over her chest. Vanessa looked carefully between the two of them as he tilted her head to side.

"She will no longer be a human you desperately want to ruin. Think for a second, her grandmother was a daughter of a evil witch, the witch who endowed the power the destroy a hybrid, and you are smart to imagine how drastically her magic can change her."

Vanessa laughed sarcastically as Nicholas and Zahara gave her a confused look. She stood up and clapped her hands and nodding her head.

"Hundred years?! Hundred fucking years you waited for his demise and now when we have his weakness roaming in this castle's walls, you are going to keep her alive?! This wasn't a part of plan!" Vanessa growled angrily as the room become claustrophic.

Nicholas breathed out.

"Well, the plan's changed." He said calmly knowing how short-tempered Vanessa was.

"Don't fuck with me, Nicholas. You deciding to keep her alive will lead us to our graves." Vanessa snarled pushing the tool in her way and stormed towards Nicholas as she pointed her finger at him.

"Why don't you fucking kill her? It'll weaken him, he'll be affected and you can strike when he's at his lowest." She said.

Nicholas gritted his teeth.

"Unfortunately, our brother has grown fond of the small thing. A nice body to warm his bed at nights." Zahara smirked looking at Nicholas.

"I hardly think that a body is more important that your victory." Vanessa said rubbing her temples as she leaned forward slightly and glared at Nicholas.

"Yes, but wouldn't you agree how fascinating it will be for me to have him watch as I take what he have? It'll be a show. A beautiful circus." Nicholas smirked and Vanessa gave him a dark smile.

"I get it. You're trying to break him first." She concluded and Nicholas nodded with a smirk on his face.

"Anyways, what're you doing to do with it?" Vanessa asked motioning towards the box in Nicholas's pocket.

He pulled out the box and opened it. Wrapping his fingers around the chain, he pulled it out and hanged it around his fingers as colour drained from Vanessa's face. She looked between him and at his hands as she unknowingly stepped back with fear dancing in her beautiful green eyes.

"You-what-HOW?!" She looked at Zahara with wide eyes as she stepped back.

"Our weapon." Nicholas siad.

Vanessa stood there wide eyed looking at his hands as she stared at pendant swinging in his fingers. She felt air drained from her lungs, when she realised this war was going to get more messy that she had realised because the years she had spend, she came to know that Melissa play dirty.

"Is thats so, Nicholas?"

All three pairs of eyes snapped towards the entrance of the room, focusing on imposing figure.