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

Why am I not shocked? 

"What?"

"I know it's hard to believe but, it's true." 

"No! No! I believe you, it's just so... unrealistic." 

Who was I to judge?

"But when did this happen?"

"Last month....in Zenith."

I had heard the name; Zenith. It was the same name Aphrodite said when we were having breakfast; awkward breakfast. She said something about Falcon ruling over that place.

"What is Zenith?" I found myself asking.

"It's a...like somewhere where the council is created with the head of every supernatural community; werewolves, vampires, witches, even humans too."

Strange. Humans become council members of the supernatural communities. Isn't it brave of them?

She looked at me as she breathed out.

"Being a hybrid, Lucifer is head of the council. His words the the the law of the supernatural community." 

Again I was not shocked. That man radiates power wherever he went. He wasn’t scared of danger; the danger was scared of him. I still didn't make myself believe that he loved someone. What was unusual about her death that made him so hateful. It was not like I was interested in his life or anything but as one had said; one should know their enemy.

He was my enemy. The pain he had inflicted on me was endless, it would always sting me whenever I would look at him. 

"How did she die?" I asked the question that was lingering on my mind since she told me about her love interest.
I heard her sigh as she stood up only to grab a pillow from the bed.

"She was burned...to death." I gulped hard. I couldn't bring myself to believe it. Hell! How could she? Did she know about what Lucifer and Draven are? It makes me wonder; how old are they? The glimpse I saw on Alatar's crystal was about twenty years ago when I was a newly born child and Lucifer looked as fine as the last time I saw him. 

"Why?" I asked.

She placed the pillow on the couch as she rested against it. 

"The thing is witches were never considered supernatural. Our ancestors portrayed them as evil beings with evil purposes. It was believed that these witches could call upon spirits of dead ones to summon them." Do witches have their magic broom and all the pointy hat stuff? It makes me drift back to a time when I used to watch an animation showing when I was a kid, in which there are old-looking witches with a magic wand and a broom as their mode of transport and dressed in all black. Maybe my imagination of witches was wrong at that time.

Looking at Melissa's portrait, I believe that witches were the most beautiful and enchanting beings.

"Lucifer isn't the first hybrid....his great grandfather, King Endor was the first hybrid born in this world with a vampire mother and werewolf father. But his mother died during childbirth, resulting in him hating vampires......It doesn't make sense, I know.... but I'm telling the exact words as I have read." She shrugged her shoulders. Hybrid; the strongest supernatural beings. 

"Lucifer's great grandfather sought the witches of Sarl to summon the dead prophet Samuel's spirit to help him defeat Vampires of Philistine; his mother's kingdom. But it is said that Endor was unsuccessful in his attempts as witches strike back at him seeking revenge." 

Wow! It's kind of strange to me. Summoning someone's dead spirit was kind of creepy. 

"Revenge.....for what?" What?! I like the story. It is kinda interesting. 

"It is rumored that King Endor was planning to wipe the entire bloodline of vampires along with witches from the face of the Earth, and this was highly unacceptable for witches. So they did what they were good at doing. They used their magic to kill Endor." 

Okay! Now it's kinda freaking me out!

I looked at her with my mouth wide open and eyes almost bulging out of my sockets.

"Endor's son fled with his mother and wife who was pregnant with Kendrio. Witches were unable to locate their location but Endor's son was burning with the fire of revenge so he started hunting down the witches. Kendrio was raised with hatred toward witches and after the death of his father he walked on the same path as his father."

"Kendrio?" I raised my questioning brown at her as she sighed again.

She sighs too much.

"Lucifer's father." 

"And how old this story is?" 

100 years?

200 years at most?

"1100 years ago. I don't know, but it was believed that witches are mortal, unlike werewolves and Vampires."
My heart was literally in my throat. What the hell? I mean, how the hell? 1100 years? Lucifer's great grandfather? 

Then how old is Lucifer?

"Lucifer is...I mean how old is he?" I stuttered because everything was unbelievable to me.

"He's 627 years old....and my brother is 623 years old..." She answered and I wanted to laugh again but the lack of mock on her tongue was eerily frustrating.

"Okay....?" I said as my mind wandered to times. He is six hundred and 30..? 40...? Fuck the maths! He was centuries older than me and that old perverted man raped me!
I'm his great great great granddaughter's age! That old bastard!

But he’s handsome.

"How old are you?"

"I stopped counting after 600 years." She shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing...for her. But for me; it was undeniably irritating.

I have been sneaking around centuries-old creatures. Well done, Sarah!

"So how old was.....Melissa?" I asked cautiously. I hoped she would be normally old.

"My brother said she was 18 when he first met her." Thank god! Someone who was normally normal!