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

He was a vampire.

I struggled as he tightened his hold and went for my neck.
Before I could process it, he was yanked back and a loud thud echoed in the vacant garden as I saw something being landed on the ground.

"There's my little troublemaker." I shrieked looking at the figure as I looked past the body of the vampire who was trying to kill me. There was a large void where his heart was supposed to be and his heart was landed near his head. 

"L-Lucifer..." I breathed out looking at bloodied hands of Lucifer as he wiped them with his handkerchief.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" I asked still not believing what had happened. 

"A good question, what are you doing here? Out here? All by yourself?" He muttered making me back away. 

"The whole point of bringing you here was to keep you safe and your stubborn ass can't handle a simple command." 

He snarled before grabbing me by my arm.

"Angelina...she said you w-wouldn't be here," I looked up at him as he dragged me back towards the door.

"Yes and letting you roam in this stupid ball surrounded by hungry wolves? Nah! You're good with me." He scoffed opening the glass doors.

The pleasant sound of the violin again seemed to corrupt my senses. The warmness exploded inside me as he nearly dragged me inside.

"Who was that?" I asked as I finally seemed to realize that, that the man was dead. 

"A vampire." He growled as he dragged me towards stools.
"What?" I asked bewildered.

I knew that.

"But this is-"

"Werewolf land? Yes, but seems like they've misunderstood my warning." He scoffed before pushing me on one of the stools. 

"Ouch!" I shrieked as the edge of the stool connected with my thigh. He raised his brow before rolling his eyes.

"What is wrong with you?" I snarled as I rubbed the sore spot on my thigh over the dress. He paced in front of me as several eyes were looking at us. I looked around to find almost everyone looking at me or him. The expressions on their faces were unrecognizable but something I was familiar with.

Fear.

The happiness and ecstasy were drained from their faces leaving worry and terror. I wonder if he could feel their fear.

"What are you doing here?" I turned around hearing my Father's voice. He was holding a piece of paper in his hand as he clenched his fist.

"Me?" Lucifer pretended to turn around and looked everywhere before looking at my father.

"A simple fucking deal, only to keep her safe but guess what, the mighty werewolf king was so engrossed in living his pathetic, unimportant...meaningless life that he failed to sense a fucking vampire in his goddamn ball," I jumped as Lucifer punched the table between him and my father.

"What are you saying?" My father was clueless as he looked at Lucifer. The tension in the room was thickening second by second. 

"What am I saying? Care to check your garden?" Lucifer snarled before looking at me.

"She was wandering alone in an unengaged place. I wonder where did she get this stupidity from?" He was angry. I could tell by the fact his eyes were flickering between shades of red.

Everyone was looking at us and they might be hearing what we were quarreling about.

"Can we talk somewhere else?" I whispered looking at Lucifer with please in my eyes. He was unintentionally or intentionally abashing my father in front of his people. 
He looked at me and I saw something flickering in his eyes. The veins of his face were almost visible and he was looking scary. The way he was heaving I was sure he was ready to kill.

"Please," I muttered looking at him. He scoffed before turning around and walking away talking long and authoritative strides.

I went to follow him before I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

"Stay here. I'll talk to him," my father said calmly and softly as I looked at him before nodding. The worry and tension in his eyes were making me anxious.

It had been an hour and a half and this unsettling feeling was eating me alive. I was worried about my father and Lucifer's rage. Maybe this was my fault to roam in unshielded perimeters in the first place. Angelina was out of sight and so was my mother. Maybe they all were together.

A large bulky man was strolling around me with a sharp sword hanging from his waist and a few guards here and there. The atmosphere was now rather pleasant and terror-free. Music was playing in the background as I was drowning myself in guilt and culpability for the actions that I previously decided to perform. 

"Would you like to dance?" I glanced toward the voice and a huge smile crept onto my face.

"Yes, it would be my pleasure." I chuckled before grabbing his arm and leading us toward the dance area.

He gently placed his arm around me as I looked into his worried eyes.

"Where is he?" I asked looking around at people dancing beside us.

"Talking with your mother," 

"Hmm..." 

"Safina?"

"Yes, Father," I hummed leaning into his warm embrace around me.

"I missed you, my child," he gently patted my head looking down at me.

"I missed you too, father," warmness was flooding inside me. For the daughter, her Father's embrace is the most protected and gentle place in this whole world.

How I cursed heaven for keeping me away from him for decades.

"Father?" I called recalling the question that was lingering on my mind since I found the truth.

"Yes,"

"I have a question," His eyes scanned my face before he smiled down at me.

"Indeed you have," he chuckled as the skin around his eyes wrinkled.