Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think, also do share some moon tickets :)
Omerta’s POV It was like I was experiencing the aftereffects of meditation, the one where they have a gong. And the gong sounds and vibrations had washed over my entire body, bringing every body part and sense alive. But in reality, these were the after-effects of some mere fleeting moments that we had shared, and my body had become so overwhelmed just by his proximity. I had my eyes shut tight as I tried to take in the awareness that I felt in every part of my body. "I need you to open your eyes." His order was all I needed to leave the cocoon of my body and open my eyes to be treated to our combined reflection in the mirror. There we were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, looking directly into each other’s eyes through the mirror. Eyes that were full of needs, wants hopes, and desires. "Didn’t I tell you not to wear this again?" He teased me as he continued to play with my bra straps, leaving a hot trail on my skin with his every touch. I knew what he was referring to,
Lucifer’s POV The smell of something sugary and rosemary still lingered through my body, mixed with my spicy essence and our arousal. Fuck!! It was an addictive mixture, but also one that was now fading away. All fucking thanks to Set or those rogues; it didn’t matter because they were all bloody cock blockers. All of them had impeccable timing! My beast was furious that we were pulled away from our personal heaven. We were both rather enjoying our stray, who turned out to be a little vixen. She was a fucking goddess in heat, whining and grinding me as I ravished her body. The taste of her skin was still alive in my mouth, reminding me how I had marked her senseless, sucking, and biting, as I created artwork on her chest. Fuck!! I just loved sucking those mouthful peaks. My delicious thoughts were rudely interrupted by that fucker Set, who turned up the volume of the stereo. "Have you heard these lyrics, brother?" Set asked, looking at me. "There is a rogue attack, and you a
Omerta’s POV I was still in bed, reminiscing about the deliciously hot moments that I spent with Lucifer, appreciating the very intricate tattoo that he covered my chest with. Luckily, this one was not permanent and would come out in a couple of days. One moment I was in bed, and the next I was not. I was in a busy marketplace that was swamped with people rushing about. Was this Enna? No, but from the signs and the accent, it seemed like I was somewhere nearby. How did I get here? From my previous dreams, I knew there was no point hovering over that question. Leaving those thoughts aside, I focused on the crowd that surrounded me. In that sea of moving people, there was one individual who stood still. The minute I spotted the man who stood right in front of me with his back facing me, my eyes zoned in on him, zoning out all other people. As if sensing my presence, he tilted his head back as if to check who was there. I was unable to get a glance at his face, my view being blocked
Lucifer’s POV "Wait for a second, you are a witch?" Draco asked that bloody fucker, Aaron. We were all fucking shocked to find out that it was Aaron who had rendered those rogues and, along with that, our team useless. I wanted to question him then and there. Make him talk, by hook or crook. Draco wouldn’t let me, claiming they were friends. That bloody sorcerer could not be anyone’s friend. So, here we were gathered in my office to discuss recent events. As if there was anything to discuss here. He was a witch, which also meant... "Oh, no, no, wait, witches are female, right?" he continued babbling, not letting anyone speak, "I mean, I thought there were no male witches." "We are rare alright, but there are a few of us," that idiot said smugly, like being a male witch was something to be proud of. "Also, what is the male counterpart of witches called?" Draco asked as he looked around the room for an answer. "Wizard, Draco, a wizard. And how many times do I have to tell you t
Lucifer’s POV "The answer to that is a little complicated." That shitpiece informed me. "Huh! It always fucking is with you guys." I was unable to hide my anger. "I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant to know that you need to know Amira’s journey first, because the answer, or at least what I think the answer is, is a part of her journey." "Lucifer, let him tell us however he feels comfortable," Avo reprimanded me. Aaron nodded as he started talking. "Like I told you guys, my mom and Amira were cousins. They grew up together in Canada; they were best friends, closer than real sisters. Growing up too, Amira had a very strong presence, which was also expected, since she was a direct descendant of the first daughter’s bloodline." "First daughter’s bloodline?" This time, it was Set who posed the question. From the look on everyone’s faces, it was clear that they were clueless about it. Everyone except Avo, who was well aware of what that witch was talking about. "I told you guys
Lucifer's POV I could distinctly recall that period, the time when my father claimed he was done with Set and me. As per him, he had prepared us, and now it was time for a new era. Little did we know that he was referring to torture of a different kind for us. We had no clue what he meant, not until we learned about Abaddon’s birth. As per Aaron's disclosure, Amira was here in Enna somewhere around when Abaddon was born or was about to be born. I hated revisiting my memories of that period, but even as I wandered through my recollections, I could not place any strange woman, especially the one called Amira. No, no, it could not be. If she had been here, we would have known. We should have known. ‘Do you remember any other witches from that time?' I mind-linked Set, who looked as disturbed by this piece of information as I was. ‘Not that I am aware. But then, we never knew much then. We were dealing with our own set of issues.' Set linked me back. ‘Remember, Avo had mentioned t
Omerta’s POV Breathe, just breathe. One breath at a time. I told myself for the thousandth time. Breathe, count, and repeat—that was the mantra that I repeated over and over to myself as I absorbed the words that came from Aaron’s mouth, who was supposedly my cousin. That was what kept me afloat through all the well-guarded secrets and lesser-known facts that came to light one by one as he narrated the story. To say that I was overwhelmed was a gross understatement. A part of me was numb, while another was a volcano of emotions waiting to explode. Growing up, I cooked up many stories in my head about who my mother was and why she left. I had imagined a plethora of scenarios, ranging from her being a spy to an ideal daughter. But never in my wildest dreams, had I expected my mother to be a…..a witch. Witches. I could not even get myself to say the word aloud. My human upbringing did not give me a kind vibe about the whole concept, and remembering all the side remarks Lucifer had
Giovanni’s POV“Amira had told my mom that we would need to find that elder in Tirano once Omerta’s powers started showing,” Aaron claimed as we drove to Tirano.Avo had shipped both Omerta and Lucifer in a different vehicle altogether, despite Lucifer’s resistance. The rest of us were in this car.Aaron looked up at the rear-view mirror from the back seat, staring right into my eyes as he said the next words. “We will find some answers there, trust me.”Trust him? Wasn’t that the real problem here? That we couldn’t rely on him. How do you depend on a witch?Our lives had gone completely topsy-turvy in the last couple of hours as if there was not enough going on with the Vampires already.The biggest shock of them all was finding out that Omerta was a witch. I meant a wise one.Oh, boy! I did not see that one coming. I was sure none of us did.I had never come face to face with a witch myself, but I knew of their cruelty and greed because of Shahira. Had seen first-hand what they were