Lyra's POV Something was definitely out of the ordinary. Right after I noticed how cold Derrick was, he began to act differently. He told Dame and Zin to help me out with something, which I do not recall since I wasn't even supposed to do anything of the sort to begin with. The more I wanted to stay by his side, the harder he pushed me away. Zin and Dame weren't helping at all. I could see it in their eyes—the fear mixed in with a hint of worry. But they won't say anything to me, despite the fact that their gaze never leaves Derrick's direction. Derrick was on his desk the entire time after that. To avoid my gaze, he turned around and faced the view of other buildings and the beautiful sky. Although they all gave me plausible scenarios to believe, I still couldn't shake off the fact that they were all acting strange. Now that we've reached home, I still can't stop thinking about what happened. Derrick's eyes were closed the entire drive home. I am not sure if he was sleeping or if
The sky was clear, even though the sun hadn't fully risen yet. Lyra could feel the cold breeze on the balcony while holding a cup of cold coffee. The coffee she had been trying to drink since early this morning had completely cooledd breeze on the balcony while holding a cup of cold coffee. The coffee she had been trying to drink since early this morning had completely cooled. Since she woke up at three in the morning, she was not able to go back to dreamland and chose to make the most disgusting cup of coffee she could possibly make. Because Zin has always made her the drink, she did not fully understand how to use the fancy coffee machine they have in the kitchen. Dame was not up yet, and nobody could help her.It was bitter. But she can't even complain. Perhaps because she has no one to complain to. She would have whined endlessly if she had someone right next to her who she could bother at any time. But Derrick was not there to listen.It has been three days since the event happen
"Did you practice that?" Raine started to interrogate Lyra as soon as they got back to her apartment. They were planning to go get some groceries earlier, but their plan changed when Wendy ruined the mood. "I didn't," Lyra said. She tied her hair in a bun and sighed to release some pressure. "I just want to try." "Try what?" "Being evil." Raine laughed her heart out upon hearing her reasoning. She began to hit her knee while almost losing her voice because of how funny it sounded to her. "What's so funny?" Lyra pouted. "In order to fight someone as evil as she is, I need to be ready to turn into a monster any time soon." That's not a surprise, right?" "Come on, Lyra, you must be kidding me!" Raine lied down on the couch, holding her stomach, which had already begun cramping from laughing too hard. "Thinking about you, all I could think of was a cute little puppy. How do you expect me to link you to something evil?" "Who knows? I might have been a wolf; you just had no idea." "
In a land where there is nothing but darkness, a throne glowing in red flames was occupied by a handsome man. He wore nothing but loose black cloth that acted both as a long skirt and something to cover his toned, bare torso. Although he wasn’t used to it lately, he managed to have only one side of his chest covered. Good thing there is nothing to feel down there but heat. The horns above his head looked a lot bigger than before. His hair grew longer, falling to his shoulders. He’s been in hell before, but he never felt it for a while. Now that he’s back, he can definitely tell how devastating it is to be down there once again. Instead of smelling her sweet fragrance, he was left with nothing but the smell of something burned. The screams of those evil souls are the only thing he can hear aside from the whispers that kept running through his mind. Each of the thousands of doors in front of him contains a room for each soul to suffer their own kind of hell, prepared by his demons. No
Lyra was sitting at a long dining table. She scrunched her nose at the invasive scent of flowers smacking her face left and right. She had never liked flower arrangements as centerpieces, but this experience made it the worst one she had ever had. If she ever checked out the colorful petals on the vase, she would be able to see the face of one of the people she hates the most in the world. Wendy can be quite irritating when she smirks and nods with so much confidence. She acts as if she is able to do whatever she wants and ruin everything that Lyra has. Lyra could see it in her eyes. Those heartless eyes with no conscience reveal everything. Wendy's mind is completely blank whenever they meet, and only the sound of coins and money pouring into her purse distracts her. "You do not expect me to eat with the two of you, do you?" She spoke with sass in her voice. Lyra sounded different. She was no longer sweet and innocent. She sounded like she was finally ready to fight for herself. The
In the devil's mansion, Zin almost shed all of his feathers as soon as he realized that he was not able to reach Lyra. He kept on calling, but she never answered. The sun is about to set, and he won't be able to take it if something bad ever happens to his new queen."You still can't reach her, huh?" Dame asked from the kitchen. He headed over to the couch and laid down. "Where else could she possibly be? She doesn't have a bunch of friends, right?""Her friend!" Zin perked up. "How can I even forget?"Zin typed so quickly on his phone that it was almost comical. He hurriedly dialed Raine's number. Three rings in, and he already heard her voice."Zin! Are you with Lyra right now?" Raine clearly sounds like she was battling a bunch of bees. She was panicking and her voice was shaking; he could tell that she was also trying to catch her breath while wind sounds came through. "Please, Zin, tell me that you are with her. You picked her up, right?""She's not with me," Zin replied. He tapp
Lyra's POV If I had been born in his world, I could have had a nightstand beside my bed with golden telephones for calling the maids for assistance. If I were Watson, I could have had a mini fridge in my room, full of water bottles that could cover at least one full meal, and a good one at that. I could have had indoor slippers that had logos of brands that I never learned to pronounce. I would have had this entire room to myself—a room that is bigger than my very first apartment. But I wasn't. I bet my mother would've hated the fact that I am here in his mansion, staying in a room that he said he carefully prepared for me. Did he really believe that he tricked me into believing that lie? How would he carefully prepare something for me when he knows nothing about me at all? I think he truly believes that I am unable to think for myself. In this house, even if I stay inside my room alone, I can't breathe properly. I swear, every time I looked at the walls, they were slowly closing i
Derrick walked inside the mansion without hesitation. Of course, as Lyra expected, there were a bunch of guards blocking the entrance, but Zin and Dame were left outside to take care of all of them. The devil faced the old man sitting in the dining room, drinking his wine, with a plate of amazing-looking stew in front of him. He looked up with a smile on his face, pointing at the plate right in front of him."You rushed here to join me for dinner or what?" he joked.Elvis really thought that Derrick was clueless. He was so confident that he could handle Derrick and get away with all the things he did. After commanding Jane and his men to keep Lyra inside her room without letting her check what was happening outside and downstairs, he faced the unexpected visitor without any fear or guilt in his face. In fact, he proudly took a bite of the tender piece of pork and closed his eyes to savor every bit of it."Where is she?"Derrick asked. He did not bother to stay put and sit back to talk