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

"And one scratch on her, and watch your daughter die," 

Draven warned. His voice was laced with threat and promise.

The man nodded with a pale face. And carried the child towards the outside of the castle. After reaching the bank of the river, the man arched his back and large pairs of gray wings flapped behind him.

My eyes widened in shock as my breath got caught in my throat. 

What the actual hell!

As he was ready to fly, an ear-piercing scream left his mouth. His wings hit the ground as they detached from his back. His whole back was covered in a black thick liquid.
The child dropped from his hands. As the child was going to hit the ground, an unknown force caught her in mid-air. 

A pair of large hands held the crying child in their strong and possessive hold. The child stopped crying and looked up at the stranger who caught her.

My breath hitched as I saw the face of the intruder.

Lucifer. It was Lucifer.

The whole image vanished in the dust. 

That.....that child was me and that...that man was Lucifer. He saved me. 

Since how long did he know me?

What was he?

I felt my knees weaken as I tried to sit on the couch but halted in my steps and fall flat on my face. 

"You okay?" Alatar's voice entered my ears but I was far too sane to pay any heed to his words. 

My whole world was shaken, dammit, my whole life was a lie. Lucifer knew me since I was a child. And for God's sake, I am a daughter of a werewolf and woman who has some magic power whatsoever. 

"Sarah!" 

Draven?

Who was he?

In fact, who was Lucifer?

What the actual hell was happening with me?

Am I a supernatural being?

"Breathe, Sarah! Breathe!"

Why was this happening to me? Why can't I be the simple and normal human? Why can't I?

Everything was so messed up, everything was untruth, everyone was a liar. I can't —I can't be supernatural. was this the reason why Lucifer wanted me? Is this the only reason he was so adamant to break me?

A cold pair of hands cradled my face between them. I couldn't tell who was they belonged to as my vision was blurred. Someone was doing something with my temple, and I felt my breathing getting normal. 

A thumb caressed my cheek as my eyes slowly opened. My eyes locked with his cold blue one as fear enveloped inside me. 

I immediately panicked as I scrambled away from him. 

"Stop." He said with a mixture of irritation and frustration. I stood up in the corner of the room as I looked up at him in fear.

"...stay away f...from me," 

"I said stop," His voice boomed in the whole room making my heart race with the speed of light.

"Don't! Please!" I breathed heavily as Lucifer enclosed the space between us. I swallowed down as I looked up at him, hovering over my small frame. My hands instinctively raised in front of my face as he raised his hand. 

"I want you to calm down," I felt him removing my hands from my face as he caresses my cheek with another one. He tilted his head as he stared at my eyes. 

I didn't know what was I supposed to do. My eyes unintentionally looked into his orbs. His eyes were not red, they were icy blue which I could easily misunderstand for the ocean and I was going to drown in that same ocean. I didn't know what was different about his eyes. They always seemed to captivate me. 

The only thing his eyes represented was pure evilness, utter inquiry.

His blue eyes had more darkness than any brown eyes I had ever seen. And somewhere deep down I knew that this darkness will sweep me away, far away from the light of my hopes.

It was like my body was obeying his every command as my body started to melt into his arms. His hands circled me, making me breathe in deeply. His fingers found their way in my hair as I felt him messaging my scalp. 

Mathew used to massage me like th—

Mathew!

The sudden thought of Matthew brought pain in my chest, I could feel my chest burning with guilt.

And here you're hugging his murderer.

It was true. I was seeking comfort from him. From a murderer.

It was like my hands had their mind, they impulsively tried to push him away. But he didn't even budge from his spot, instead, he tighten his hold around me.

Murderer!

Monster!

Cruel!

I pushed him again with renewed energy. But a threatening growl resonated from his chest. But that didn't stop me, I felt a sudden wave of rage hit me as I tried to free myself.

"Let me go!" I gritted, but he wasn't affected. 

"Stop it." He again growled as his eyes started fluttering between red and blue.

He was angry.

So was I.

"Let me go! You monster!" I yelled at him with all my might as I tried to pry him off me.

He loosened his hold only to choke me. My eyes popped out of my sockets as he put more pressure on my windpipe. 

"STOP FUCKING SHOUTING!" He growled in my face. I was both scared and angry but I thought that maybe my anger was more than my fear because now his growling was not doing anything to me.

If he wanted to choke me, he could, I have nothing left to live for. He had already seized everything from me. 

My happiness.

My dignity

My love.

My everything.

What does he want now? My life?

He can have that too, I don't give a damn about it anyway! I was just a mere doll for him, with whom he could play whatever the way he seems fit. The shine in my life was slowly fading away with his darkness. He wanted to embrace me in his darkness. And so badly I wanted to fall, fall into his darkness so that I could never be here to feel more pain.