Damien’s P.O.V.
“Tomorrow night is the night, my sources say she is coming to the show. I am going to make sure it's a night she never forgets.” I report as Lucifer grins, his grin sent a shiver down my spine, I wasn’t sure if I should be excited that he liked my plan or nervous about what he had in store for Synestra. One thing was for sure he would not stop until she had chosen our side.
‘What will we do with the girl once we have her?” I asked.
“Don't you worry about that, I have been planning this for ages. Everything will go exactly as planned.” his smile widened.
“Yes, but I still do not know what this is all about. Why this girl she is just a human, why have we spent so long preparing for this? There are millions of them, couldn't we just grab any human girl.” I questioned.
“Do you dare question me and my plans?” his eyes had turned red as fire and I knew I had crossed a line. That was another thing that the humans had wrong about Lucifer, he wasn’t as evil as they thought. He was worse. Even those who are loyal to him are subject to the most extreme forms of torture if they disobeyed or upset him in some way. Even as his only son, I have had my fair share of punishments in the past and I should have known better than to question him. I couldn’t help myself. It was her and my obsession with her. I had to know what he had planned for her. I no longer cared what he did to me. I had to know he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Do your job and get out of my sight before I remind you who is in charge here.” he snarled, and with that I found my way out.
I had one day before the biggest show of my life and I had to make sure everything went as planned. As we arrived in Dallas there were already people outside the airport and venue protesting. Parents and grandparents who don't want their babies listening to “devil worshipping music.” I couldn't help but laugh wondering what they would think if they knew the truth. Honestly I loved to play into their insecurities. If they insisted I was a devil worshipper that's what I would give them. It didn’t hurt that the kids ate it up. They loved that they were defying their parents. To them, the music was just a plus, although they really loved that too. I had heard so many times that our music saved their lives. Pathetic humans, I really didn't care about their lives. Most of them would end up coming to us one day or another. There was only one human life I cared about and it was her. Synestra was all I could think about. She consumed my every waking minute, and in only 24 hours she would finally be mine.
The record label had set up an interview with a local reporter to try to show everyone our band wasn’t what everyone thought. I had been through these things before I knew how it would go but now it was time to put on that persona that everyone expected. The lovable asshole, that wasn’t me. I was a sarcastic asshole sure, but lovable? That I wasn’t so sure of. To play into my role I told the reporter, Valerie Cho, to meet me after dark on the roof of the concert venue. I knew it would freak her out, which I loved, but I also wanted to test her. I wanted to see how dedicated she was, if she was willing to go the distance to get the interview. To my surprise she was. She walked through the door to the roof. I could sense her fear. She was terrified, but she was here.
“The infamous Damien Raines, I am honored to meet you.” she squeaked out trying to sound more confident than she was. She reached out to shake my hand after smoothing the creases on her gray pencil skirt. She wore a very professional looking white button up blouse paired with a pair of red pumps that told me that despite her sleek black bob hairstyle that said she was all business, she was desperate for some trouble in her life.
“The pleasure is all mine.” I said taking her hand in mine and placing a kiss on the top. A blush crept up her cheeks as she tried to compose herself but it was too late I knew I had her in the palm of my hands. I would steer this interview exactly how I wanted.
“So Damien, your band had risen to stardom almost overnight, what do you think is the secret to your success?” she asked with a stupid grin.
“Well Valerie, What makes any band successful? It's the music. Music people relate to or connect with. It gives people hope that they are not the only ones going through whatever they may be going through at the time. That they are not alone.” I provided the rehearsed explanation I had given so many times before. I couldn’t help but wonder how she would react to the truth. Yes Valerie, our secret is that my father is the devil. No she wasn’t ready for that, no human was.
“Speaking of the lyrics of your music, what do you think about the fact that most people believe them to be worshipping the devil?” She asked as if it was the worst thought she could imagine.
“Well the name of the band is Devil’s Night, so it isn’t hard to imagine people associating us with these things. Clearly these people haven't listened to our music. If they had they would know there is no mention of that in our music.” I explained
“Then why name the band Devil’s Night?” she asked inquisitively.
“Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday.
“One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.
“Well I would say if people believe that, then I am the most powerful man in the world. With the largest army in the world and the power to control anyone. Why would they dare come up against me?” I watched as her jaw dropped in shock. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. I enjoyed seeing that look on someone’s face but I knew I had to set things straight. “Come on Valerie, anyone who believes that is just crazy. It just isn't realistic in any way. These kids like our music, that's all there is to it.” With that I turned and left the roof. The night was almost over and I had a lot of work to do if I was going to be ready for the big night tomorrow.
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“Make sure you know her face. She must be invited backstage; this is the most important part of your job.” I screamed into the phone at our tour manager. “This is our only chance we have to get this right.” I couldn’t let there be a mistake, There was no other option we had to get her tonight. I had already set it up to have her seats upgraded to the first row. She would think it was a random chance of luck but I had to have her close. I needed to be able to see her from the stage to make sure everything went as planned. In a few short hours all my planning and work would be worth it.
I stepped outside to get a breath of fresh air. The chanting of the protesters outside the venue was particularly loud today. It wasn’t something new for me, we had protesters at just about every show. I guess that’s the price you pay when you are the prince of hell and choose to become a celebrity on earth. I would do it a hundred times over if it meant having her in my life.
Synestra’s P.O.V.I woke up in the morning with a smile on my face, sitting up seeing the poster o
Damien’s P.O.V.I stepped out on the stage and immediately saw her. My heart raced, this was finally it. I would finally meet her, talk to her, touch her. I couldn't hold it back any longer. I had to speak to her, had to let her know I had been waiting for her. I decided to message her with my mind. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was hearing me and she would come to me. I watched her through t
Synestra’s P.O.V.I woke up with a start when my phone began to ring. I reached toward the nightstand feeling for my phone w
Synestra’s P.O.V.Is he asking me to go away with him? Should I go? My mind was racing. Part
Damien’s P.O.V.I arrived back to the hotel pretty late, I assumed Synestra would be asleep. I wondered which bed she would be in. I had placed my bags in one of the rooms and I selfishly hoped she had chosen to sleep in there. I couldn’t stop daydreaming about climbing into the bed and wrapping my arms around her. I hoped I would be able to hold her all night and spend our first night together in my be
Synestra’s P.O.V.The next two weeks passed ordinarily, Damien was finishing up his tour. He texted or called from time to time but I hadn't heard from him for a few days. I really missed him but I knew there was no commitment from us. I had time to get to know Gabe better. He was a great guy, we had found out that we have so much in common. We had the same taste in music and movies. I had started tutoring hi
Synestra’s P.O.V.I stood staring at my phone unable to look away. How is this possible? Who is this person and how were they both in the hotel in Paris and at the party? Are they stalking me? If so, so why me? Was Damien right about it being a crazy fan? My knees were getting weak and I collapsed on the floor. I sa
Damien’s P.O.V.I could tell from the look in her eyes she wasn't going to forgive me easily. She felt betrayed. That was the last thing I wanted. I had never meant for this to happen. I was supposed to bring her to my father after Paris. He still hadn’t told me what he wanted with her and I couldn't bring mys