THE WEDDING 2

She saw a middle-aged lady preparing baby milk, and there were numerous bottles in a bowl on the kitchen counter.

"W... who are you?" the woman asked in a shaky voice, stepping back as she laid her eyes on Medusa.

Medusa smirked, casting a spell on the woman, and swiftly grabbed several baby milk bottles into a bean bag before flying out of the motherless baby's home, descending into hell like lightning.

She cradled Lucinda on her lap and began feeding her one of the baby bottles. Lucinda suckled on the bottle with her tiny mouth, closing her eyes and gradually drifting off to sleep. Medusa let out a sigh of relief. She gently placed her on the bed, covered her with the duvet, and settled down beside her on the soft mattress.

Twenty years later,

"Lucinda! Lucinda! Lucinda! Where are you?" Lucifer called out with a deep, resounding voice.

"I am coming," she replied from her location, stood up, and started flying back to the castle. She had always been drawn to mysteries and enjoyed exploring her surroundings.

She had blossomed into a stunning and captivating young lady, with eyes that flickered like flames and radiant, glowing skin that shimmered like the morning sun. Her long black silky hair cascaded down to her feet, exuding a lustrous darkness.

She landed at the castle gate and dashed towards Lucifer with incredible speed. Reaching his throne room, she paid no mind to the demons guarding the entrance, pushing the door open and approaching him with deliberate steps.

Her eyes locked onto him as he sat upon his black throne. His gaze, dark and intense, fixed upon her. She gracefully moved closer, taking her place beside him on his throne, creating a space for herself. She even dared to sit on his lap.

"Where were you?" he inquired with authority. She forced a smile, but he did not reciprocate.

"I... I was reading," she replied.

"What were you reading?" he asked.

"I was reading the Bible," she answered, though he did not seem surprised. Instead, a smile played on his lips.

"Here, we do not simply read the Bible; we study it," he stated confidently.

"But I do not know how to study the Bible," she confessed, observing him intently.

"Do not worry. I will assign someone to teach you. It is crucial for my wife to possess an in-depth understanding of the Bible," he assured her.

"Alright. I have something to ask you. I... I had a strange dream yesterday, as if I were human," she spoke softly, her words tinged with a touch of sadness. His eyes widened in shock, which he swiftly attempted to conceal.

"Seriously? What makes you believe you are a human? Just look at yourself. You are nothing like a human. They are not as beautiful as you are, and they are nothing but liars and cheaters," he muttered.

"In the Bible, I read that humans are filled with curiosity, always desiring to know more. They even attempted to build a tower to reach the heavens. How foolish," she remarked, gazing into his eyes.

He turned to her, placing a hand on her shoulder, his expression serious.

"They are nothing like us. We are honest and do not deceive others," he reassured her.

"But the dream felt like a vision, as if someone was trying to communicate with me. It felt so real. I do not know if you believe me," she said, her tone tinged with melancholy.

"Do not dwell too much on the dream. It was merely a dream, a creation of your own mind.

Come here," he said, pulling her closer to his chest. He tenderly stroked her hair, and his eyes turned green. She noticed the change in his eyes and pulled away from the embrace, a frown etched on her face.

"What are you trying to do?" she asked, fear creeping into her voice.

"Shh, I was merely attempting to erase the dream from your memory. You should not be plagued by such dreams," he murmured. She felt no reason to doubt him.

"Okay," she acquiesced, resting her head on his chest.

Late in the evening,

Lucifer carried Lucinda in his arms, forcefully opening the door to her room. Placing her gently on the bed, he admired her beautiful face as she clutched his hand. He felt an urge, a desire to possess her completely. She had come of age, but he restrained himself, tucking the duvet snugly around her body. He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, my queen," he whispered.

"Good night," she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. Her smile could illuminate the world. He watched her as she drifted off to sleep, turning to the other side of the bed. He left her room, closing the door behind him.

"I hope she does not have such a dream again. Is the powerful man of God trying to communicate with her, seeking to free her from my grasp? I cannot allow that to happen," Lucifer pondered with a furrowed brow, making his way to his chamber.

The next day,

Lucinda and Medusa strolled side by side through the fields of hell, engaged in conversation about humans. Lucinda couldn't resist greeting the demons they encountered along the way. She was cheerful and respectful.

"Good morning, Agon," she greeted a male demon, respectfully lowering her head. The demons did not respond to her greetings, considering her inferior and unworthy of acknowledgement.

"No, no, my queen, there is no need for you to greet me," one of the demons protested, swiftly walking away without waiting for a response. Lucinda's gaze softened as she turned to Medusa.

"You know, Medusa, sometimes I feel different, as if I do not belong here... because the people here do not think like I do," Lucinda confided in Medusa, who always lent her a listening ear, even though she believed Lucinda was overthinking and would ultimately lead herself astray.

"What makes you think that? You are just like us, I promise," Medusa assured her, her gaze fixated on Lucinda's hair that gracefully swept the ground, yet remained untarnished.