Chapter 3

Hell

Damien POV

He threw the wine bottle was beside him at me with a dangerous force, I dodged barely escaping from the angry edge of the broken bottle.

"Why did you do it?" He asked angrily indicating the event of this afternoon.

I don't really know why I did it.

" I am sorry father, I just felt like they needed my help, so I helped Them." That was the only excuse I had in my mind.

He was silent for a while before he stood up from his chair stomping towards me.

His face devoid of any emotion, it's very hard to tell what was going on in his mind.

" You know I will punish you right?" He asked as he grabbed my shoulders.

" Yes, Lucifer." I said.

" I will send you to the human world "

"What!!! why??" Why would my dad send me to cruel world I prefer staying here in hell I tried to, I don't know if he meant what he just said.

" You are going there with only strength, your mission there is to slay ten thousand men under one year."

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Los Angeles police department

Julianne's POV

" Track this number," I said to the guy who was sitting in front of the police laptop.

" Ok," he took my phone and started typing rapidly on the laptop.

After a while,

" The number is not registered, " he said dumping the phone on the table.

I sighed, I have been looking for a way to track this guy down for like  since last  and still there was no trace of him.

Is he a human being or a demon?

I picked up my phone that was on the desk and walked over to my desk, I should probably be going home now, I still have a whole week off.

" Are you going somewhere?" My best friend Nelson said walking over to sit on my desk. I picked up my pistol stuffing it inside my gun holster.

" Yeah, I am going home, I have the day off remember? " I grabbed my backpack swinging it over my shoulder. " Will you do me a favor?"

" What exactly do you want me to do for you damsel." Nelson joked.

" I will be very grateful if you get up from my desk. NOW!!!" I said turning away from him so he will not see the smile that was now spreading across my face.

" You are such a jerky, " he said running to catch up with me.

Is he right? Am I a jerk? I thought the word jerk was for boys so how come my best friend refered to me as one.

" Hey," he snapped his fingers in front of my face to bring me out of my day dream. " Don't dwell on it bitch,"

" Dwell on what?" I asked turning to face and smile, " you just call me a jerk, a girl is not supposed to be called a jerk don't you think?"

" You are always like this," he mumbled pushing me out from the door.

" Catch you later," he said waving after me.

I have not told anyone about my encounter with the mysterious stranger that called my phone last night.

I contemplated if I should tell him or not, he is my best friend right, he is supposed to know.

I will tell him when the time comes, I opened my car door and jumped inside.

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Julianne's apartment

I parked my car in my garage before hopping off. My compound was very neat today which was unusual because it was littered with dry leaves just yesterday.

Who could have cleaned it up? that question was left with no answer.

The honorable stranger have not called me since the last time.

I thought he was just waiting for me to be alone...

My phone vibrated in my hand bag, I dipped my hand into the bag and brought it out.

A message popped up on my phone screen.

I hope you like the gift?

My heart began to pump rapidly, why am I feeling this way? And why was he hiding his ID again?

Beep

Another message from the same unknown number,

You shouldn't be standing there in the sun you better get inside the house. I don't want anything to happen to your gorgeous skin.

Is he here? In my compound?

Impossible!!

I immediately rushed towards my apartment stopping on the door because something caught my eyes.

Purple flowers? My favorite flower how did he know this?

My phone rang and I answered the call without checking the caller ID.

" Hello?" I said.

" I can see you like it, my gift," my breathe cut in my throat at the huskiness of his voice. There is another feeling which was new and different in the pit of my stomach.

" Eh.. " I composed myself and continued. " What do you want,"

I put the flowers in my other hand and opened my door,

" I have told you before, haven't I?"

" Look Mr Mysterio I don't know you so how  in the hell will I allow you to have me?" I asked, he seems to be everywhere right now and...

" Don't worry about that you will love me when you see me."

" Are you saying that you are hot hotter than my husband?" I asked ignoring the pull in my chest.

" Yes of course," he said I bet he is smiling right now, " I am saying that I am super hotter, handsome and sexier than your boyfriend, not husband I am the only one that should be called your husband." I couldn't ignore the possessiveness in his voice.

And that also made heart race.

" Can I ask you a question.. no two question actually," I said as I opened my bedroom door and jumped down on the bed.

" Let's just play a game."

" What kind of game?"

" 21 questions, we used to play that game in my park when I was a kid."

" You have a park? Is it a water park or..."

He laughed while my brows raised in confusion.

" You misunderstood me but don't worry you will know everything by the time we finished the game," he said

" So.."

" Ask your question and I will answer but you have to answer my own questions too,"

Fine by me.

" What is your name?" I asked hopefully he will answer my question as he promised.

" My name is Damien, " he replied, " now it's my turn, are you ready?"

Damien... Damien... Damien... " Damien who? don't You have a surname?" I asked.

" You didn't ask for my full name you only asked for my name." He said. " Will you answer my question?"

" Yes bring it on," I replied. Not really thinking.

" Who do you think of whenever you are having sex with your boyfriend?" He said sounding bitter.

I tried all I can to stop my cheeks from turning crimson red but it did, I hope he didn't see it. It was like I am feeling what he is feeling cause I felt like I could feel his happiness and his bitterness.

what is happening to me?

" Answer my question," he said.

" I... "

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To be continued.