Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (digital book reader .txt) 📕

I was nervous as hell. It was the very first time I was going to meet them officially. 

Meeting in cellars didn't count. 

After all these years of burning in a fire of loneliness and isolation, I was finally going to blow it down. My hopes, my nerves, my senses, everything was high along with my blood pressure. I was tensed and worried.

Angelina told me Lucifer went back to Reynes but he would be here by tomorrow. And my parents wished to see me. I was bathed and clothed in an elegant dress that Angelina handed me. She seemed rather familiar with this place more than I was. 

I sighed again as I looked into the mirror assessing myself. The peach-colored dress looked good on me. I liked the way it flowed down my hips and made me look like a princess. My hairs were down hiding marks of Lucifer's claim. 

"It's not that hard," I muttered looking at myself. 
A knock on the door startled me as I looked towards it. Angelina stood there wearing a beautiful yellow dress enhancing her beauty. Her golden curls were twisted in a bun making a few strands fall on her face. 

"You ready?" She asked.

Was I?

I didn't know. But one thing was for sure, I was not ready to lose them, not again.

I nodded my head and followed after Angelina. When we first entered this castle a few hours ago, I was failed to notice the beautiful bright hallways decorated that were encouraged with colorful flowers. It gave me some confidence and strength that I so badly needed.

"How are you feeling?" Angelina asked stepping down the stairs with me nearly following behind her.

"I-I don't know," I followed after her and bunched my dress up in my hands. The stairs were beautiful cream color with pastel pink flowers wrapped around rails.

Angelina let out a small chuckle as she looked at me.

"Perseus's excitement is on another level. He's more nervous than you," who wouldn't be? It was not like one gets to see their dead child every day? I just couldn't imagine how much they would've suffered when they would have come to know that I was dead? 

We passed a spacious hall as several servants looked our way. Few of them were whispering and some were looking at me like they had seen a ghost. Some were making gestures for another explanation of what was happening. 
Dead daughter of there was king back.

"Pink must be her color," I heard a manly voice as we neared the tall wooden doors. My anxiousness increased with everything step I took.

"No! She's my daughter. Red has to be her color." A woman whispered yelled making me assume her to be my mother.

"Oh, Kyleigh! She's my daughter too,” My father whispered back. The disappointment was clear in his voice. I could hear their little chit-chat about my favorite color from another side of the door as we stood next to the door. 

Angelina smiled at me as she grabbed my hands in her and gave me a little squeeze.

"You'll love them," she muttered she pushed open the door. The first thing that came into my view was beautiful lavender-colored flowers resting on every corner of the hall. The chandeliers were hanging proudly as giant stairs cascaded down elegantly taking my breath away.

At last, my eyes traveled to two people I was so very nervous to meet. My breathing was not right, so was my heart. Erratically beatings of my heart and abnormal breathing of my lungs were making me more anxious bypassing second. 

I walked slowly, hesitantly, fearfully. I didn't know what to expect and I was afraid. I was curious, anxious, still but at the same time I was worried about their opinion of me. 
The second My mother set her eyes on me, she abruptly let go of the bouquet she was holding making it land not so beautifully on the marbled floor. My father followed her actions. They looked at each other before I saw a lone tear escaping her eyes. They walked toward me as I looked at them in slow motion.

It was like a movie scene where everything was still, nothing mattered except the wind part. I saw them slowly and carefully coming towards me as I stood glued to my spot. 

I could no longer look away from them as they looked at me. A familiar aura surrounded us as I recognized the bond we shared. She looked at me with her captivating chocolate eyes, scanning me, admiring me. My father looked shocked, relieved, happy.

I couldn't speak, neither did they.

"S...Safina,"

Suddenly this unfamiliar name sounded so refreshing and nostalgically good.

With shaky hands, he reached out to touch my cheek. I looked at his green eyes but didn't move away. I didn't want to.

"My little...Safina," he was trying to hold back his tears. It had been twenty-one long years and yet it felt like a whole lifetime.

I was consumed with feelings I couldn't explain. The thought of getting my real parents back was so overwhelming that I couldn't explain it. 

"My girl," My mother engulfed me in her arms as she wept. The dam of my teras broke too as I couldn't stop myself from crying. It felt so surreal. I couldn't believe what was happening. 

"I missed you," She cried out as I tightened my arms around her afraid she might disappear again and cruel reality would hit me with its cruelness. 

"Mother," I wept and cried and traveled. This much happiness and this much pain were so hard to grab. I felt my Father's arms circle us as he wept.

I felt the sudden connection, the touch, the unspoken love. I knew I was theirs, I knew they were my parents. 

"I missed you, Father," I muttered holding onto his shirt as well all cried in each other's arms. 

"My Safina," he whispered as she pulled away looking at me, running his hands over my cheeks.