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

His lips.

I was craving, like bloody hell.

"She was wearing it when she died," I heard Lucifer muttering and somehow I knew he was not lying. The pain and anguish I saw in his eyes when he saw that pendant was unexplainable. And it made me wonder how much he loved her. This thought stung venomously.

"I don't understand," I was as clueless as them but the mystery of this pendant was getting more hysterical passing second.

"How did she die?" Lucifer looked at my father as he sipped from his glass.

"Who?"

"Your grandmother?" Lucifer snarled.

Patience wasn't his thing.

"She killed herself." My father replied softly. 

I looked around when I felt Lucifer's eyes on me making my body burn.

Don't look at me like this! 

"She was a witch, wasn't she?" Lucifer raised his perfect brow while crossing his arms over his muscular chest making the muscles underneath his navy blue shirt bulge. The veins were still there protruding out of his arms like roots and a faint red-colored red-color surrounded his blue orbs. And for the very first time, I didn't feel scared or fear creeping inside me. I was kinda liking it...

Shut the fuck up, Sarah.

"She was, but she never wanted to be one. My father used to tell me how she would usually cower away in fear spending sleepless nights protecting him." Lucifer didn't seem to care while my father seemed lost in memories. 

"Fear of whom?" Lucifer asked narrowing his eyes as my mother rolled her eyes at his lack of mannerism.

"Her mother, she was one of the evilest and most powerful witches of her time." My father shrugged off while taking a sip from his glass. What was wrong with him? He had been drinking since Lucifer told him about the pendant. It was probably three or four in the morning and he was drinking.

"Father," I called out and regretted as every pair of eyes snapped in my direction. I carefully stood up smoothing out my dress and walked towards him taking the glass from his hand.

"It's enough. It's your fifth glass," I gently placed the glass on the table and turned towards him.

"Why are you so tense?" I asked. I was getting anxious for him by his strange behavior. 

"It's just, I hadn't expected things to turn out like this," Me too.

"I know but getting yourself worried for something that can not be changed, is wrong," I reasoned with him as my mother looked curiously at us.

He smiled down at me and patted my hair before giving a peck on my forehead.

"I'll try, my child," I grinned as walked towards where I was previously sitting. The intense gaze of Lucifer on me was making my heart quicker with anxiousness. I knew he was watching my every move like a hawk and that was giving me chills.

"Maybe Melissa had the same pendant as Eleonora's?" My mother quipped and Lucifer looked at her annoyed.

Fucking bastard!

Okay so, I'm behaving bipolar!

"How many times do I have to tell you, Melissa's pendant was buried with her! I saw it myself turning into ash!" My heart skipped a beat as Lucifer's hand slammed against the wall making paintings fell on the ground with the shattering of glass frames.

The temperature dropped as chills ran down my spine. His eyes were flickering between red and blue.

He was getting angry.

"T-There has to be some connection," I gulped down my words. His anger was not good for any of us. I knew what would happen if he would become angry. 

"Yes," my father agreed and my mother remained unfazed by him. They both were looking at each other like they were going to kill each other. The glares they were sending in each other's direction were hard to look at.

"Eleonar gave this pendant to my father and my father passed it to me, probably Melissa and Eleonar were acquaintances or something?" My father said trying to calm both of them. Lucifer looked his way with an angry snarl on his face while my mother rolled her eyes at him.

"I don't think so." Lucifer snapped angrily. Lucifer was being Lucifer, snarling and growling at us, making his words the truth.

"The witch you said, who was she again?" Lucifer rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked at my father.

"Eleonora's mother?" My father said in disbelief not getting what he was trying to say. 

"You said she was the evilest one but where is she now?" 

He let out an exaggregated sigh. Lucifer turned around and opened the fresh bottle of whisky, pouring it into the glass.

"Dead," my father shrugged off. I looked at Lucifer as he gulped down the whole glass in one sip. I nearly gasped as he poured down another glass.

"Fuck! Looks like everyone's dead, huh?" He muttered impatiently. 

"You said Melissa was burned, but when was she killed?" My mother asked, her eyes scanned Lucifer's face as it twitched in annoyance. 

"What you implying at?" Lucifer raised his curious brow at her as she looked at the pendant in my hands.

"Nothing, just wanted to join a few strands," she shrugged casually but the glint of mischief in her eyes didn't go unnoticed by me. She knew something.

"Don't play with me, Kyleigh." Lucifer grumbled. 

I was sitting here without knowing anything about anyone but one thing I knew was that nothing was as simple as it looked. I wanted to solve this puzzle but pieces were missing. And these sudden sexual thoughts about him were making my situation terrible.

"And how did Melissa get this pendant?" My mother asked crossing her left leg over her right thigh, looking at Lucifer without any fear in her eyes.