"I AIN'T LYING!" "This isn't possible." I lost my balance as my bottom connected with the couch. I let myself sink into the comfortable couch as I drowned myself in Elijah's words. "Are you sure you heard him saying that?" I asked shakingly. My hatred for him was increasing moment by moment. How could he be this cruel? "Why the fuck would I lie?" He scoffed in annoyance. The ground beneath me trembled as I processed his words. 'He's going to marry you.' I wouldn't let this happen. I couldn't. If he hated me why did he want me to marry him. It wasn't like he was giving me a choice. "I-I can't!" I panicked as I recalled the last time he almost sucked the life out of me when he ordered me to marry him. What if he would hurt Elijah or Victoria? My heart was at unease. "He isn't giving you a choice. You have to act smart. Think with your mind." Elijah rubbed my arms assuringly. He was right. Lucifer didn't know that I knew he was planning to wed me and I could use t

Lucifer groaned in frustration when he tried to close his eyes, the same scared eyes of his mother greeted him. He exhaled deeply, analyzing why all of sudden he was having those dreams, those nightmares, that he very hardly left behind with his ability to love, to feel. He ran his hand through his thick raven hairs, his muscles flexed as he sighed. His mind drifted to a woman in his chambers, the one who was carrying his child, the one who was making him feel things that would end up ruining him further. And then something unusual snapped in his mind, he stood up from his chair and he lost his steps when a pain shot through his head. He gripped his head in his hands as he groaned. "Fuck.." He growled when pain become hazardous, his veins protruding, and his eyes flickering between red and blue. He fell to his knees, squeezing his head in his hands. The pain was nothing unusual but this pain felt like his nerves were ripping out, slowly and painfully. He could feel hammering

Michael looked fearfully at Lucifer, with eyes as wide as Victoria's legs when he was fucking her and his body trembling. Victoria looked petrified at Lucifer, his eyes were shining with fury and his fists were clenched tightly. "Get out, Victoria." Lucifer gritted. His annoyance and rage increased with every single breath Michael was taking. "No! Please! I was the one who-" "I SAID GET OUT!" Lucifer growled as the entire room shook with his words. Victoria let out a startled scream when Lucifer grabbed Michael by his head and smashed it on the wall nearby, blood seeping out like a waterfall of red liquid. Michael groaned in agony, as Lucifer threw him across the room, shattering the glass table as Michael's bare back hit the table. Threads of glass pierced his skin, making small several red holes in his back. "Stop it! Please!" Victoria screamed, tears falling through her eyes like the blood seeping through Michael's body, fresh and raw. "What's happening?" A familiar s

I didn't know why but my heart was clenching, the tears were cascading down my face like a waterfall of sorrows. I was trying but failing hard to not cry. I cried. After running away from the hall, I found myself locked inside his room, his chambers, with my face embedded on pillows, his sandalwood smell entering my nostrils, making me remember these words, again and again, laying on my front as my shoulders shook as each painful sob rippled through me like something was squeezing my heart painfully. And it hurts me more that he didn't come after me, even though he knew I was crying. A knock interrupted my thought as I looked towards the door. There stood Draven, in his formal dress suit, leaning against the door wall. I sniffled as I immediately wiped my tears and turned my head away. "What you want?" I asked hoarsely, my throat sore from all the crying. I heard him sigh as his footsteps resonated in the room. "Just wanted to see if you were alright." He said, his voi

"Got me playing with fire Baby hand me the lighter, Taste just like danger, chaotic anger, But I can't stop the rush, No, I can't give you up, And I know you're not good for me, But I fell in love with a devil, I'm under his spell....." Another month I spend in a blur. One month since Zahara had entered my life, one month since Nicholas had graced me with his unwanted presence, and another month since Lucifer had tried to get civil with me. It shouldn't hurt, but it was. I would usually see him at breakfasts, dinners, or when he would come to my room to feed me his blood. But never he tried took mine, though he needed it. He never forced me to sleep with him or dragged me back to his room. My belly was showing now, a lot more. And since I had time to think, I concluded so many things. Like how much I needed my child. This baby growing inside me was now my everything, my life, my demise. "Alaric is a nice name," Elijah said, scooping another spoonful of ice cream