Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (ebook reader that looks like a book .TXT) 📗

I looked at him startled as he started laughing like a lunatic. His scary untimely laugh was scaring guys out of me.

"Pathetic! Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what I would do to you,” He smirked before crouching down to my level making me crawl back. "Maybe make you watch your parents die." He whispered near my face.

"You wouldn't!" I panicked.

"I would...Let the hunt begin." I heard him as he vanished in thin air leaving me alone with my thoughts. What had I done?

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Lucifer leaned on his hands as his eyes glazed over. The sound of Rafael and Michael talking echoed like a muffled voice in the background. Sarah's words echoed loudest in his head.

'You're a tyrant, a monster.' 

"The North Archer tower is under construction so it would be in our favor," Michael advised.

"But the Eastside will keep us hidden for a longer period, allowing more of our men to get through," Rafael added.
Lucifer exhaled deeply as he folded his hands together and looked at the map. Rafael looked at Lucifer who stared absentmindedly off into the distance.

"My lord," Michael called.

Lucifer snapped out of it and looked at Michael. 

"What you suggest, My lord?" Michael muttered.

"Kill Perseus and his bloody son...not much else to it,” Lucifer said dismissively. 

"My lord that's not what we're..." Michael started. 

"Wasn't that was our mistake at first? I should've killed that bloody bitch the first time I had the Chance." Lucifer snapped.

Rafael let out a sigh as he covered his face.

"You seem tense," He asked.

Lucifer grunted as he stood up knocking down the chair in the process.

"I need blood," Lucifer growled as Michael nodded his head and walked away to get blood.

"Angelina needed to talk," Rafael said as Michael completely walked out. 

"You want my permission to talk to your wife?" Lucifer raised his dark brow as he looked irritatedly at Rafael. Rafael sighed audibly.

"She wanted to talk to you..." He breathed out.

Lucifer scoffed as he walked towards the window.

"We are not as close as we used to be, and if she thinks talking can make me forget her betrayal then she's very wrong," Lucifer snarled.

"It could be important," Rafael insisted and Lucifer turned around looking at Rafael with a bored expression.

"I'll give her ten minutes to talk,”

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"Angelina," 

Angelina looked up and saw Lucifer looking at her with raised brows and an irritated scowl on his face.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Lucifer snapped.

"I'm....I'm here," she mumbled as she unconsciously rubbed her arms.

"Where the fuck your mind is?" He snapped again knowing that she again dozed off in nothing. Angelina shook her head, her long blonde hair moving as she stood up to her feet.

"Do you ever think about her?" 

Lucifer looked at Angelina with a raised brow, "Think about who?" 

Angelina sighed, "Nora," 

Lucifer's jaw tensed as his nostrils flared, "I'm not talking about that shit." 

"Luc-"

"I’m not talking about her," Lucifer snapped angrily. "So, don’t fucking bring it up,”

"Why do you pretend to contradict your emotions?" She exclaimed as she looked worriedly at him. 

Lucifer half snorted and half laughed as he looked bitterly at Angelina.

"What you want me to say, huh? That I miss her? No, I don't." Lucifer snapped angrily.

Angelina let out a deep labored breath. She pushed her hair behind her ear and leaned back against the window. "I received a letter today,” She said looking at him with a tense look. 

"None of my business,” 

"It's related to Sarah,” She said and Lucifer snapped his head towards her. 

"From whom?" He said tensely.

"Probably you would like to read it first,” She said and handed him the piece of paper laying in her pocket.

Lucifer looked strangely at the letter before opening it up. 

'LUCIFER XIMEN CELESTE,

My sincerest apologies for taking a few moments of your pathetic life. A powerful and undefeated king, unlike your great grandfather. What was his name again? Oh yes! ENDOR, a fucking weakling. Well, I'm not wasting my ink to write about him or you but about something or exceptionally someone who I need to destroy, your little bitch.

I would suggest you hand her over to me or you might have remembered what happened twenty years ago, right? I wouldn't mind repeating that same with her.'

Lucifer looked up at Angelina to say her looking anywhere but him. The blood in his veins boiled to extent of his anger. His jaw clenched as he read further.

'I won't hesitate to slit her throat like I slit your mother's. Oh, what an extravagant beauty she was but too bad she had to die. I don't want to dirty my hands anymore. I just need to wipe her existence from the face of this Earth. And on emote thing. Give my greetings to dearest Falcon.'

Your nightmare, Everett Edgar Vll.
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