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

I felt sorry, I couldn't save him.

I had cherished him all my life, no matter what we had or what we could have, but I loved him. In my heart he was nonetheless alive, he yet held a place, and no one else would ever replenish it. 

Sorrow. I was groping grief, I could've saved him. It was all my fault. 

A part of me perished with him. And a part of me would always wait for him.

I had nothing left to live for. 

Tears streamed down, I settled a hand over my mouth to suppress my sobs. I wished to scream, to scream my heart out. But nothing, nothing would bring him back.

My heart tightened at an abrupt thought. 

"Come back.....Please...." I murmured to no one.

"Please!" I sobbed louder.

I just needed to hear his voice, for formerly. 

I yearned to tell him how much I adored him. 

FALCON'S P.O.V

Fucking bastard. 

How stupid of him to think for he could outrun us? These bloodsuckers were always stupid. Their brains were probably shoved down their asses. Motherfucking leeches.

I snickered as I reminisce the way I killed that mindless creature with my bare hands. It had been so long since I had last dirtied my hands and it felt relieving.

"What are you thinking?" I looked at him and smirked.

"Oh, nothing precisely," I mumbled as I swiveled left. 

Michael laughed and patted my shoulder. 

"Feelings are mutual, mate." He chuckled. That's what I love about him, his indifferent self and he knows me like no other. 

Michael had been with me since I was a kid. We had trained together, he's a tough guy with a strong mind and body. 

"Did you find your mate?" He asked out of the surf. 
Mate.

The word I despise most.

I didn't wish for a mate.

I didn't need one.

And I also didn't think I could ever cherish someone as much as I love her.

She was different from others and no one could relate to her. A light in my shady world. Everything a man wants in his woman, she was that example.

I was inadequate without her and I would always remain incomplete, cause I know she would never be mine. 
But what can I do, she was like a poison I was dying to drink, though I know she would be the extinction of me. 

"No," I exclaimed.

"Do you love someone?" He proceeded before giving me a side look.

'Yes' 

"No," I announced. It wouldn't"t matter anyway.

We were walking down the hallways when a scream echoed through empty corridors as we descended the stairs. My blood ran cold as I discerned the voice.

"Sarah...." I whispered in thin air.

What was she doing on this side?

I was alarmed for I sprinted towards the basement. Michael ran behind me. 

No one was allowed on this site. How was she here? Did she—

I sped up when the guiltiest impressions come into my mind. 

Did she discover Matthew here?

I halted as I reached large white doors. I tried to open it but it was latched. I knocked rapidly as my heart clasped.

"Why she's in here?" Michael was visibly afraid. 

"Sarah?" I yelled when I sensed faint heartbeats coming from inside. And the fucking problem was I couldn't break this damn door.

I raised my hand to knock again but before I could knock, the door opened. 

My eyes scanned the darkroom as they landed on silhouettes in the middle of the room.

Lucifer stood there, with Sarah in his arms. 

She was safe.

But before I could alleviate myself, my eyes scanned her body. 

Her clothes were torn apart. Lucifer's shirt was covering her. She was cold, lying in his arms. Her wrists were bleeding. 

I avoided my eyes as Lucifer howled like a beast he was.

Michael immediately kneeled and bowed his head down in compliance. 

I too bowed my head down in respect. This was what he mandates, honor, compliance, triumph. The room was cold, making me wonder why was he so angry. I could scarcely feel his waves of anger. 

He always makes his surroundings change whenever he was angry.

"Clean the mess." He ordered as he walked towards the door, with her. 

My heart ache as I saw her face. Fresh tears were rolling down her eyes. 

Mess? What mess?

****

I could hear her weeping, though her sobs were muffled. I could feel her voice shaking as she cried for him. No matter how much I hate him, I never wanted to make Sarah miserable.

I was told to guard her room, but it was getting impossible for me. At first, she was unconscious which I was grateful for, at least she was not crying at that time. But its been four hours now, and she still was grieving for him. 
I sighed in annoyance as hearing her cries suddenly become too much for me. 

I cautiously opened the door and looked around for her. She was right on the floor, next to the window, which I guessed was her new favorite spot. She didn't heard me, cause she didn't turn around. I gulped hard as I took in her form.

I still recall when I got to the south wing of the castle looking for Lucifer. I had to tell him about Draven but when I reached there, life left my body. 

Mathew was dead, I knew that. Matthew was taken hostage the day I abducted her. But she didn't know that. 
I take reluctant steps towards her. She didn't glanced at me. My jaw clenched as she sobbed louder. 

I bent down on my knee and held her shoulder. Her body stiffened as she abruptly turned around and hugged me.
I left there stunned, didn't know what to do.