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CHAPTER 09
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Lucifer stormed down the hall, his fist cleanced so tight, his knuckles turned white.
"I hate you".
He didn't know why it hit him so hard. He wasn't the type to give a shit about what people thought of him. Her tears had done something to him. They weren't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to matter to him..
Slamming his hands against the nearest wall, he cursed under his breath, "Fuck," as blood rushed down from his hand.
"She doesn't understand" his inner voice growled"you had no choice ".
He pressed his back against the wall, his eyes shutting in frustration.
"You did what you had to do".
"I didn't have a fucking choice "he murmured to himself.
If you hasn't killed him , you would have faded away. You made the deal and you can't break it. You know what it would have cost.
He slammed the fist against the wall.
He remembered that night, the way her father begged for mercy. But it wasn't about mercy, it was about survival.
"Fuck"he muttered running his hands through his hair.
"She thinks I'm a fucking monster," he muttered"And I can't blame her."
Damien leaned against the doorframe, He was used to Lucifer's l, but tonight felt different "Your room's a fucking mess," he glared at the broken furniture, the cracked walls.
Lucifer shot him a glare, . "Get out," he said.
Damien ignored the request, instead making his way to the small bar in the corner of the room, grabbing a bottle of wine. "You want a drink?" he asked, his voice still indifferent,
After a long pause, he reached for the glass Damien offered him.
."I didn't want this, I don't want her to hate me" he murmured.
Well, you kind of are a monster," he said,
"Shut the fuck up," he growled, slamming the glass down
Damien remained silent for a moment, as he took in the raw pain in Lucifer's voice. He wasn't used to seeing Lucifer like this vulnerable, broken even.
He took a long, bitter sip of the wine.
"I should never have gotten close to her,I
never should've let her in."
Lucifer's hand shook as he picked up the glass, Without hesitation, he took a long, gulp, the wine burning down his throat
"Fuck," he muttered, "I love her," he said.
"I fucking love her," Lucifer repeated "But I ruined it. I ruined everything. She hates me now. And I… I can't stand it, Damien. I can't." He slammed the glass down.
"You never care about anyone but why now. You've spent centuries building this empire, creating a image of yourself. You never once think of someone else feeling talk less of a girl"Damien said and took a gulp.
His hands tightened around the glass He wanted to lash out, to shout at Damien, but the words stuck in his throat. The truth hurt too much, and he knew Damien was.right, in some twisted way. He had never cared about anyone
Lucifer stumbled as he stood up, the room spinning slightly from the wine.
"I need to explain this to her," he said.
"Are you out of your damn mind?" Damien "You're drunk. You can barely fucking stand."
"Yes, I'm completely out of my fucking mind."
Without another word, Lucifer turned on and staggered toward the door,I have to see her. I have to fix this.
Damien groaned, rubbing a hand over his face in frustration. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. He watched Lucifer disappear through the doorway.
Damien grabbed the wine bottle This is going to be a fucking disaster," he muttered to himself before following after him. "Goddamn idiot."
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Lily stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her. She leaned against the door, sliding down until she sat on the cold floor, her knees pulled to her chest.
She couldn't get the image out of her head his eyes.
The devil.
Lucifer.
She hated him. She was supposed to hate him. He was the monster who had ripped her world apart, who had taken everything from her without a shred of remorse. And yet...
There was something there.
In his eyes.
Pain.
Why did she see pain?
"He's the devil," she whispered to herself, shaking her head "He doesn't feel. He can't."
Lily stood up, brushing her hands over her dress as if wiping away her thoughts.
She crossed the room, throwing open her window to let the night air in.
A sudden knock at the door causing her to sat up.
With a frustrated sigh, she sat up and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Who the fuck could it be now?" she muttered under her breath.
The knock came again, louder this time.
Gritting her teeth, she stomped across the room with irritation. She yanked the door open.
"What is it"
But her voice died in her throat.
Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the figure standing in front of her.
Lucifer.
His coat was rumpled, his hair slightly mussed, and his cheeks were flushed a deep, wine-red. The scent of burnt wood and alcohol clung to him .
Before she could speak, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
"You always feel like home," he murmured, his voice rough, brushing against her ear.
Lily's heart pounded in her chest. Her mind screamed at her to slam the door in his face, but her body betrayed her, frozen in place.
"What the hell do you want?" she finally managed to say.
"I want to explain."
She shook her head, taking a step back. "Explain? After everything you've done?"
"You think I wanted to kill your father?" "You think I had a choice?"
. "You always have a choice!".
"Not when you're the devil," he said "Not when the cost is my own existence."
Lily's breath caught in her throat.
"What are you talking about?" she whispered.
"You're not just a distraction to me, Little thing. You're my fucking antidote."
Her heart skipped a beat at his words, and for the first time, she saw the truth in his eyes.
Lily stared at him, her mind struggling to process his words. Antidote? What the hell did he mean by that? .
"You don't understand," Lucifer said, his voice lower now, almost pleading. He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm.
Lily swallowed hard, trying to make sense of his words. "This is crazy. You don't just kill someone and then expect to… to what? Come back here and tell me you need me like this?"
Lucifer's expression hardened, "I didn't want to kill your father," he said "But if I didn't, I would have disappeared. I wouldn't have existed anymore. Do you think I wanted to become this monster?" He looked down at his hands, as if disgusted by what he had become. "I made a deal, Lily. A deal I couldn't break."
. The devil and his deals. She knew the stories. But knowing that didn't make her feel any better..
Lucifer didn't answer right away. Instead, he stepped forward, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he reached out and cupped her cheek, his touch gentle, as though afraid she might pull away.
"But I can't keep pretending I don't need you. You're more than just a fucking antidote to me. You're the only thing that makes me feel human again."
Her heart pounded in her chest, her body screaming at her to push him away. She should hate him. She should despise him.
"I don't know if I can forgive you. But I can't pretend like I'm not drawn to you."
"Then we'll take it one step at a time."
With that, he leaned in, pressing his forehead gently against hers. He could feel the heat of her ski. She stiffened, but he didn't pull away. .
"I'm sorry," he muttered.
Before I could protest, his lips crashed against mine, hard and demanding. I gasped, caught off guard, but he didn't give me a chance to react. His kiss deepened his tongue sweeping in my mouth.
The way he kissed me, it felt like I was burning from the inside out, my body alive with fire.I should have pushed him
away, should have fought harder, told him to stop. But I couldn't. I couldn't even bring myself to pull away. Instead, I kissed him back with everything I had, my hands gripping his shirt
His kiss was all-consuming, hungry, and fuc, it made me forget everything except the way my body ached for him. He groaned low in his throat, pulling me closer, his hands sliding down my back, pressing me into him until I felt every hard line of his body against mine. It was too much, too fucking much, and yet I couldn't stop myself from responding, from giving in.