Semua Bab One Night With Mr Lucifer : Bab 31 - Bab 37

---Hell was no place for the faint-hearted; it was a realm carved from shadows and fire, where despair lingered like a heavy mist. The skies were eternally cast in hues of deep crimson and black, split by cracks of molten lightning that illuminated the jagged, obsidian cliffs. Rivers of molten lava twisted through the land, their currents whispering secrets of lost souls. Towers of dark stone loomed ominously, each crowned with a flame that burned not for warmth, but to reflect the unending torment below. The air itself was alive, heavy with the wails of the damned and the hum of infernal power, a ceaseless symphony of agony and fury.The Throne Hall of Hell, an imposing cavern of jagged obsidian walls and floors of blackened glass, bore a cruel beauty. Once the dominion of Lucifer, its centerpiece-a massive throne forged from bones and charred metal-now stood ominously empty, a stark reminder of his absence. Shadows danced upon its surface, almost as if mocking those who dared enter

---Evanora paced the room anxiously, her breathing uneven as her phone vibrated in her trembling hand. The sound of the ringtone was sharp, almost mocking, and each second felt like an eternity until the call was finally answered."I don't know what you want from me, but you need to stop this madness!" she burst out, her voice shaky with anger and fear. "If you're holding onto some twisted feelings for me, move on. Was cutting your hands not enough for you?"A low chuckle echoed through the phone, cold and menacing. "Ah, Evanora," Denim's voice was smooth, yet laced with venom. "You think this is just about feelings? Do you know why you're being punished? You sent your precious husband to take my hand, and you think you're walking away scot-free?" He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "One hour is gone already. Stop wasting my time and get here, or you'll regret it."The line went dead, leaving Evanora staring at her phone screen, her mind racing. Her chest rose and fell

---(Somewhere in New York)The room was dimly lit, its atmosphere thick with a palpable tension that seemed to hang in the air like smoke. Several men sat around an imposing, grand table, their postures stiff, their faces drawn and anxious. A single woman stood at the head of the table, her presence alone sending ripples of unease through the gathered men.She was a vision of dark elegance, draped in a flowing black robe that cascaded down her lithe form, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the room. Her long, raven-black hair fell over one shoulder, framing her sharp, angular features. Her eyes, cold and calculating, gleamed with a dangerous, otherworldly light. In her hand, she gripped a sinister-looking skeleton staff, the bony fingers curling around a dark orb that pulsed with an eerie, almost imperceptible glow. At her feet, a sleek black cat lay on her lap, its eyes gleaming like twin orbs of molten gold. She absently stroked its fur as her gaze swept across the room, her e

-----------------Zayden...Her first love. Her first boyfriend. The man who had once made her life a nightmare. Their relationship had been nothing short of toxic, leaving scars she had long tried to bury.Zayden's lips curled into a smile as his eyes roamed over her. Evanora instinctively gripped Eros's hand, her fear palpable.Eros followed her gaze, his expression darkening as he met Zayden's smirk. "I don't think it's appropriate to look at another man's wife with lust," Eros said, his voice dangerously low. "I'm a possessive husband, and I don't tolerate anyone coveting what's mine."Zayden huffed but averted his gaze."Evanora?" Senator Bradenton's voice boomed. His sharp glare made her flinch, and she looked down submissively. Like father, like son. Memories of the abuse she had endured at Zayden's hands, covered up by his father's influence, resurfaced painfully."Hello, Mr. Eros," Zayden interrupted, extending a hand. "I'm Zayden, your wife's ex-boyfriend."Eros scoffed, ign