Chapter fifty eight

Lucifer's POV

The beating of my heart pounded in my heart so hard I could feel my ears drumming as every bit of blood felt like it was draining from my body.

I felt like I was in a dream. Like I was standing in front of an illusion. It was impossible. The dead could not come back to life. Not in this part of Glasgow. Witches have been in extinct and any one caught in the act was executed.

Flashes of the night she died went through my head. I killed her myself. Not intentionally, but I did murder her.

She smiled. Exactly as before. There was not a single change in her either. Was I hallucinating? No. I have not even thought of her for a very long time.

"Is this a way to welcome your love back, Lucifer?" She asked, still with a smile. Hopefully someone would wake me up from this dream. This was a dream, I was sure of it.

"This cannot be true." I said, finding it hard to breathe properly and momentarily forgetting Ashlyn was by my side.

She smiled again. "It is true, Lucifer. I have