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

What was happening to me?

Is this how I was supposed to get treated?

Like a slut?

Am I about to get raped? Again?

"Draven....please," I panted as I tried not to shed any tears for this cruel man.

"Please what?" He asked. "You will be screaming in pleasure by the end of the night,"

"DRAVEN!" Falcon screamed at him. "Don't you fucking dare! I swear I will rip your spine out and strangle you with it!" The jiggling of chains could be heard as he tried to break free. 

Draven's mocking laugh seemed to dismiss Falcon's rage as I felt myself being lifted. I felt lightheaded, vacant, frigid, but above all frightened. I couldn't feel a single piece of clothing on me and I wanted to cry so badly. 

Is this what I am?

A plaything?

"Draven, I fucking swear I will fucking kill you!" Falcon growled. "DON'T DO THIS! SHE DOESN'T DESERVES THAT!"

My senses burned with his touch and he explored my body, my dignity. His blurred face came into view as I saw his lips twitching in a smirk and in less than no time, his lips were on mine.

****

"sto fengári o ílios me voitháei a very mia psychí"

"sto fengári o ílios me voitháei a very mia psychí"

Alatar chanted again. Suddenly the flames around him started rising. With closed eyes and an open mouth, he chanted the spell a few more times.

"To the sun."

"To the Moon."

His eyes immediately opened as he looked at Lucifer with knowing eyes. Lucifer took it as a hint and sliced the skin of his palm with his dagger and dropped a few drops of his blood on the white powdery substance. Alatar waved his hand in the air as a wave of air blew past him and blew away the white dust with it. 

"status progónous"

"I got their location," Alatar mumbled as he tried to stand on his feet. The old age was making him weak and dependent. 

"Where are they?" Lucifer asked impatiently as he helped Alatar stand firmly. 

"Somewhere near Zhoutis, probably a few miles ahead. But the power radiating within their territory is immersible. They are up to something," Alatar said with a tense voice. Every word escaping his mouth was wobbling on his lips.
Lucifer smirked humored as he remembered the attack he was planning. 

"Why am I not surprised?" He whispered as he vanished in thin air towards his chambers. The wound on his palm was now completely healed and he was proud of himself that he had drunk from Sarah and her blood was still in him which make it easy for Alatar to locate her. Eventually, the ball was in his court, it was his time to plot a move.
Lucifer stood near the window looking at the garden, couldn't help but recollect the old memories of the past.

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"We have to be fully accurate with this. Not a single thing could go wrong,” 

"We've done it thousands of times, Luc. It's enemy proof."
Draven placed a comforting hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "By this time day after tomorrow, she would be safe and sound. We will win, Lucifer." 

Lucifer looked over his shoulder with a strained look in his eyes. "We've done it thousands of times but this is the very first time we are doing it for someone. For someone special." 

Draven grinned. "She deserves world Lucifer and most importantly she deserves a knight in shining armor." 

"Yes, probable hybrids in shining armor," Lucifer grinned as he looked at his friend with bright light dancing in his icy blue eyes. 

But the light suddenly blew out as his mind drifted back to the time he had with his mother. 

Draven noticed the look of uncertainty on his face while he placed the dagger in the loops of his belt.

"My father is against this Draven. I don't know....how much time I have left..." Lucifer said.

"You are the most terrifying and dangerous and strongest hybrid of all time, why do you even need to listen to your father? I don't know what your father wants but she loves you and....you love her...where the fuck is the problem?" 

Draven whispered yelling at his friend. Lucifer avoided eye contact with Draven as he played with his dagger. "Do what your heart desires, Luc. No one owes you shit., He completed.

"She is a witch Draven. That's where the problem lies..." 

Lucifer exhaled knowing what would be the consequences of loving a witch. 

Draven turned and looked at Lucifer again as they held each other in a contemplative gaze.