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

I circled my arms around her and tried to comfort her.
It was painful to see her like this. All I could do was embrace her and let the torrent of her tears soak through my shirt. 

I could feel her clench her fists, not knowing whether to be mad or to give up hope altogether. I could hear her silently screaming, strangling with each breath she took holding onto her pride. 

I ran my fingers through her hair, time and time again, in an attempt to calm the silent war within her mind.

I wanted to cry with her, not for Matthew but for her loss.
She was broken and my mind was running wild seeing her broken. 

I was angry not at Lucifer, my status was simply not that high to be angry at him, but at myself. It was all my fault, I was the reason for her tears, for her disappointment. 

I looked down as she struggled in my embrace. She looked up at me with her doe-like, tear-filled, soulless eyes.

I swallowed hard. 

"I...I'm sorry for your loss." Words stumbled into my mouth before I could stop them. 

Fresh tears cascaded down her face. 

Fuck.

"Don't cry, please—"

She pushed me away as she stood up. Her breaths were quick and short.

"Sorry? Are you sorry for what happened? Are you sure you can even feel sorry?" She sobbed. 

I was happy that bastard deserved to die for what he has done.

Bloody blood-sucking vampire.

"Listen to me, Sarah," I mumbled as I attempted to pull her.
She moved away from me and stood next to the window.

 
"No. Stay where you are. You all are monsters. You all are liars." she cried.

Sensing my stillness, she continued.

"I hate you, all of you. I was happy with my life. I had a perfect life, but you," She indicated her finger at me.

"You destroyed it," 

"...You destroyed my life." 

"You snatched my happiness away from me!" 

I stood there in shock, I never saw her this much raged for I understood her reason, but this much shattered, this much.....broken.

It was like I suddenly forget to talk, my tongue-tied.

She was right.

This was my fault.

All my fucking fault. 

"He killed him, he killed the love of my life." She mumbled in distress.

"And he killed a part of me with him." 

"Why?" She whispered.

"Why?!" She screamed like she was being ripped off or murdered. Like she was dying inside.

I couldn't bring myself to see her like this.

Something snapped in her as she quickly get up and make a dash towards the bathroom. Before I could process what had happened, she locked the door from inside.

I stood there startled.

What the fuck did just happen?

The loud sound of something breaking reached my ears. And I did what someone else would do.

I run towards the bathroom.

I tried to twist the knob but it didn't budge.

"Fuck!"

"Sarah! Open the door, Sarah!” I screamed as I banged my fists on the door. 

Nothing I heard nothing.

"Sarah. Don't do anything stupid. Just open the door, dammit." I growled as my wolf grew restless.

I banged louder this time, but still nothing. My senses heightened as I tried to hear what was going on inside but did hear nothing.

"Open the door for fucks sake!" I screamed. 

"I'm coming, Matthew!" she whispered lowly but I heard her loud and clear. 

No, no, no, no, no.

Panic kicked in as I tried to break the door. 

But before I could kick it, I was being pushed and strangled.

"What the fuck did you do?" Lucifer howled. 

"I...I am sorry! She is trying....ng to hurt h...herself." I managed to speak. His growled as he threw me across the room. My ribs cracked with sudden force. 

Cruel. He was harsh.

"Get out."

I heard him breaking the door and soon it was hanging on its hinges.

She was safe now.

THIRD PERSON'S P.O.V

Lucifer picked unconscious Sarah into his arms. The blood dripped from her wrists. Heartbeat shallow.

Never.

He never felt this anxious.

His nose flared with anger. 

"Fuck." He growled as he laid her down on the bed. The blood dripping from her wrist was making the satin white sheets look red. 

Her once beautiful face was now covered with stains of her tears, her eyes closed, dark circles surrounding her eyes.

Blood. His favorite sight to see. 

But seeing her covered in her blood made him feel uncomfortable.

What was this feeling?

He thought.

He never felt this. His eyes flicked red as her sweet stench of blood tickled his nostrils.

Aphrodite barged into the room.

"I smelled blood." She said as she entered the room. But gasped loudly as she saw the lifeless body of Sarah laying on the bed, covered in a pool of blood. Her blood.

"Treat her." Lucifer growled before he left the room.

He knew Aphrodite was a healer, and she could heal her. 
He didn't trust himself around her, he knew if he would stay there one more second, he would end up doing something, he would not regret it later.

He was angry at her. She dared to hurt herself for that pathetic the excuse of a vampire.

He would show her what's it feels like to get hurt. 

He promised as he moved towards his chamber.

She was his after all, she can't leave him that easily, even death just bow down to him.