LOGINLucas poured wine into a glass and handed it to Aria, but she shot him a suspicious glare.
"Am I supposed to drink something that came from you?" She asked him. Lucas laughed, and sipped the wine in her glass, then he set it on the table by her side. "You have nothing to worry about, Aria. I'll never hurt you." "And yet you did." Aria said, and looked away. "Let's be clear. I never intended to hurt you, and I didn't hurt you still. You're the person who's taking responsibility for something that should have nothing to do with you. And that is why I'm offering to help you out of this misery." Aria shot him an angry glare, and he apologized and smiled warmly at her. "I think I better order in that lunch before I get whopped again." "You better, because I'm not playing around with you. But Lucas, we need to talk." "I know we do. I'm sure this is about my little excursion to your friend's apartment, but I can assure you that I didn't say a word to them. I just wanted to see how they were doing." "I told you not to go close to them. Didn't I?" "I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't help it." Lucas replied. "This is fun to you right? Being mean, and evil to people." Lucas heaved a sigh, and sat down on the couch close to her. "You've called me evil a good number of times that it almost feels like it is my true name. You don't need to be doing that anymore because it has stuck in my head already. You said you were coming so we could rekindle our friendship." Lucas replied. Aria was mute for some seconds. She knew that the only way to keep those boys out of harms way was to become friends with Lucas. At least he would be focused on her, and will leave the boys alone. She willed herself to be calm and not fall out of track. "Whatever. We're back as friends, but Lucas, don't go visiting those boys again. You need to put a cap on it. They're straight, and they're going through hell. I don't need you causing more harm to them. And you also need to stop hurting people. You should be nicer to people, and not make them run away from you." Aria advised, and Lucas sat still, listening to her. He liked the sound of her voice, and he watched her alluring lips move as she spoke. He wondered what her lips would taste like if he kissed her. "So because you want me to stay away from your new friends, you're offering me your friendship." Lucas noted, and Aria sighed in frustration. "No, dumbhead. Was that all you heard me say? I want you to stop hurting people. Didn't you hear that part? You need to act human." "I can't guarantee that I'll never hurt someone. Aria, if someone tries to hurt you, I won't let it slid. I don't mind doing to them what I did to your new friends, so it'll be nice if these crazy people steered clear from you, and we'll be good." Lucas responded. Aria nodded when she saw that there was no point in pursuing the matter. Lucas finally ordered their lunch, and the two discussed over the food. After spending hours listening to Aria talk about herself, Lucas drove her home. "Take care of yourself, Aria." He said to her, and pecked her lightly on the cheek. Aria felt a burning sensation as his lips touched her cheek. She quickly went into her apartment in a bid to hide the blush on her face. That night, the devil visited his son for the first time after a hundred years. ** ** ** The lights in Lucas room had suddenly gone off accompanied by a strange wind. Lucas stood from his bed, and his eyes changed. A spear appeared in his hand, and he got ready for whatever dared to come into his room. A shadow crept into the room from the window, and Lucas raised the spear to stab the shadow with it, but he heard a familiar voice. "Is that how you greet your father after a hundred years?" The devil asked. "Lucifer." Lucas spat his name, and the devil scoffed. "Lucifer? So I'm no longer father or even dad? That's cute, though I'm disappointed. I must confess." "What are you doing here? What do you want?" Lucas asked him. There was a deep frown on his face. "She's very beautiful. What was her name again?" He pretended to be in thought. "Aria, right?" At the mention of her name, Lucas pushed him to the wall, and pinned him. "Don't you ever go close to her." He warned him. "Will you kill me like you killed your mother?" "I will do that if I have to. If you get any close to her, I'll cut you down without a second thought." The devil released himself from his son's grip, and crossed over to the other side of the room. "Even after a hundred years, you're still as fierce as ever. You know, I raised you even when I could've left you to rot." "You didn't leave me to rot, and in exchange, I spent fifty years of my existence serving you and doing your bidding. I owe you nothing." "Lucas, how can you be this evil?" "Coming from a person who's evil itself. That's pretty funny, don't you think?" The two stared at each other for a long time. The devil chuckled lightly. "It's good to see you love a human after all you did to their kind in the past." "I won't be warning you again. Crawl back quietly to hell, and do not bother Aria. If she so much as dream of you, I'll break down the gates of hell and do horrible things to you." Lucas threatened. His eyes seemed like a thousand flames were in them. Lucifer laughed even harder, hearing his son's threat. "What more could you possibly do after killing your mother?" "You don't want to know. Trust me, there's so much that I can do. Don't ever breathe a word about Aria again." Lucas said, and retracted the spear in his hand. Lucifer walked closer to his son, till they were a breath away from each other. "You must really love this girl. Does she even know what you are?" "I won't warn you again." "Why don't we reveal your true self to her and see if she'll love you after that? What do you say, son?" "I've ran out of patience to listen to you talk. Go back to hell, and stay away from Aria." "I hear you son. But just so you know, that I go back to hell doesn't mean that others can't get to her." With that, the wind blew again, and he disappeared from the room. The lights came back on, and Lucas punched a hole in the wall, angry that his father had found out about Aria.The city light shimmered like scattered stars as the car came to a smooth halt in front of the mansion's gate. The night had been different. For once since Selene's return, there had been no tension clinging to Lucas's shoulders, no shadows lurking around his gaze. The plan had been to distract Aria, and take her mind off the weird thoughts that were creeping all over her, but it had worked for Lucas too. Sitting there while watching Aria eat, he had realized that he infact needed the distraction more. Before Aria found him at the window, he was long gone. Dragged into the abyss of his past, where no warmth existed. The dinner had been elegant, quiet, almost unreal_soft music, warm lighting, and the kind of attention that made Aria feel like she was the only person in the world. The whole time, Lucas watched her. Like a man who had lost his soul, but only found it when she was with him. Like a man, undeserving of her pureness. Her love. Like a man who had decided for a momen
The night rested quietly over the mansion, draping the walls in a soft, silver hush. Beyond the tall glass windows, the garden stretched endlessly, bathed in moonlight. The trees stood still, their shadows long and watchful, while the faint rustle of leaves whispered secrets only the darkness understood. Lucas stood before the window, unmoving. One hand rested lightly against the cool glasses, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the garden_far past the trimmed hedges, past the iron gates, past glass, but even that seemed distant, as though the man staring back at him belonged to another time. His expression was unreadable. But his eyes... his eyes carried something heavier. A storm that had long passed, but somehow never left. Fragments of memory drifted through his mind like echoes refusing to fade. A voice. A laugh. A word that had once crafted itself into him. A word that had changed his entire being. WEAK. His jaw tightened slightly. For a moment, the silence around him fe
The night hung heavy over the barren plains of the Lower Realm, where the faint glow of distant lava rivers cast long, jagged shadows across the cracked, blackened earth. The air smelled of sulfur and iron, and the distant wails of the tormented, echoed like whispers from the void.Lucas walked side by side with Selene, his boots leaving dark impressions on the scorched soil. "Why do you walk like you own nothing?" Selene asked, her voice cutting through the night. "Do you think the realm would learn to fear you if you keep walking like that?"Lucas lowered his head, jaw tight. He didn't reply."Keep your head up." Selene continued, circling him like a panther. "You still doubt yourself... you don't think you are strong enough_but Lucas, I've seen you. You have the power of a legion combined, and that power cannot be hidden any longer." She paused and held his shoulders, forcing him to meet her gaze. "We are here to rewrite your destiny. You must not hesitate. The moment you do that,
The massive gates of the throne room closed behind Lucas with a thunderous boom that echoed through the dark corridors of Hell.For a moment, he simply stood there.His chest burned where Lucifer's power had crushed the air from his lungs. The pain in his ribs throbbed with every breath he took, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation clawing at his mind.WEAKThe word echoed over and over again in his thoughts.Lucifer's voice had carried no anger when he said it. Only certainty.And regret, as though he had truly acknowledged Lucas to be his mistake.Lucas began walking.The corridors of the infernal palace stretched endlessly in every direction, carved from dark volcanic stone that seemed to drink in the red glow in the surrounding lava rivers. Shadows crawled around the walls like living things.Lucas barely noticed them.In his mind, the scene replayed again and again.The invisible hand squeezing the life out of him.The laughter.The mockery.The moment t
The throne room of Hell was vast enough to swallow enemies.It had been built to intimidate_with black stone pillars that rose like jagged teeth toward a ceiling lost in darkness. Their surfaces veined with faint crimson light that pulsed like a slow heartbeat. Rivers of molten fire crawled through channels carved into the floor, filling the chamber with a dull, suffocating heat. Despite the constant oppressing heat, the vast chamber still felt cold.At the far end of the hall sat the throne.Carved from jagged obsidian and bones of fallen creatures, it rose like a monument to cruelty. No mortal craftsman could have created something so terrible, but yet magnificent.And seated upon it was the great ruler of hell.Lucifer.He lounged lazily across the throne as though the infernal kingdom around him were nothing more than a personal amusement. One arm rested along the side of the throne, his fingers tapping idly against the stone.Lucas stood several steps away from the throne, his h
In the absence of the goddess, Lucas' mansion forgot what heaviness felt like. The corridors that once dimmed and echoed with nothing but the quiet hum of restrained power, had softened. Sunlight filtered through curtains that had remained drawn for decades, warming marble floors that had only ever known shadows. The chandeliers no longer cast cold, ceremonial light, they glowed warmly in the evenings, like the house itself had learned how to breathe.There was no silence of abandonment.The usual suffocating stillness that used to follow Lucas after a bloodbath, was gone also.Everything felt different.The estate had always been magnificent_imposing, eternal.But for two weeks, it had been... alive.There had been laughter.Soft and fleeting, but real.Footsteps that didn't carry fear.Doors that closed gently instead of with force.Even the staffs, despite being demons, now moved differently too.Quieter. Not out of fear, but out of respect for the peace that had settled over thei
Aria felt it before she heard anything_the suffocating presence of Selene. She didn't need to be told before she knew that the goddess was back from the witch haunt. She stepped out of the room to see her walking down the corridor like a storm that had learned how to wear skin. There was a wild spl
The chamber was unnervingly silent. The kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes every heartbeat feel like a warning. Lucas stood by the tall arched window, his back rigid, shoulders tensed. Moonlight poured in, painting his form in silver, and shadows highlighting the taut muscles
Aria lay on the cold Earth long after Venice walked away. The woods had gone eerily silent, as though even nature itself was afraid to breathe in the presence of the witches of the red order. The red candles burned steadily, their flames unmoved by the wind, casting twisted shadows that crawled o
Aria laid curled up in bed, the quilt soft beneath her, with the muted glow of streetlights seeping through the thin curtains. The night was quiet. She closed her eyes, and let herself drift_reminiscing on the good old days when her life was still meaningful. Back then, though her life wasn't perf







