Chained to the prince of darkness by Lunasads (books for 10th graders TXT) 📖

I quietly sat on a chair, which was placed near the high end of the table. It was not like I had any options left. I shifted in my chair as I felt eyes on me. I slowly looked up to find Falcon looking at me with strange emotions dancing in his eyes. I averted my eyes, not wanting to acknowledge him. 

Aphrodite was sitting opposite to me, Falcon was sitting next to her, and a Silver-haired guy was on the right of Falcon. Angie was sitting next to me. The brown-haired man was sitting left to her with Alexa in his lap. Same silver-haired woman sitting next to him. 

I had seen her earlier but this was the first time I had looked carefully at her. She was huge like really huge but in a good way. She looked strong and confident. 

I averted my gaze as she looked at me. I didn't want to stay here. It was becoming suffocating for me. Everyone was looking at me with......pity? Or was it? sympathy?

Did they hear what happened last night? 

Did they know?

I suddenly felt insecure, ashamed. 

My breath shortened as Lucifer entered the room. His sharp eyes pierced through my soul as he took powerful strides towards the table. I avoided eye contact with him as I stared at the table. 

"Where are they, Lucifer?" Aphrodite said with strain in her voice. They? Who?

"It shouldn't concern you," Lucifer said as he sat on his head chair. I simply stared at a table filled with varieties of food as I listened to the conversation between Aphrodite and Lucifer. 

"She is my si—"

"She killed my mother." I jumped as Lucifer slammed his fist against the table. I was getting scared. I didn't know what he might do next.

"I-"

"You want to join her?" Lucifer gritted making Aphrodite trembled. Who wouldn't be scared? I was as scared as a lost puppy.

"She just wanted to save her daughter," Aphrodite pleaded. Daughter? Sudden realization hit me. The woman I saw before he bite me was familiar. My mind started running as join the pieces. She had the same features as mine, she had the same chestnut hairs as mine, she had the same orbs as mine, and that familiarise-

Mother.

It was my mother.

"Mother," I breathed out as I started to shake. She was here for me! She was my biological mother! No more fake parents! I looked frantically at him and guessed hard as his ivy cold eyes looked at me. 

"Sh-she’s my..my mother," I didn't know what scared me most, the crazed look in Lucifer's eyes or the panic attack that was one step away from attacking me. No matter what they did to me, they were still my parents. It didn't matter if they left me, they didn't know I was alive. 

"I—I want t—to see her," I stuttered as words wobbled from my mouth. 

"See who, little one?" Lucifer asked amused as he leaned back on his chair. You know what is more dangerous than angry Lucifer.

Smiling angry Lucifer.

"My mother," I whispered lowly as these words felt very strange on my lips. It has been years since I had said this word. Strange unknown emotions flickered in my heart with a sting of pain.

"I see, you have joined the pieces, " he stared into my eyes as he rubbed his chin showing his sharp canines. 

"You want to meet her?" He said eyeing me with his cynical gaze. I nodded unsure if my words will not stutter.

"Perfect," he smiled widely as he flashed his fangs for the rest of the world to see. The whole table was silent, even no one was eating or doing anything. And my eyes didn't dare to look at either of them. 

All the air left my lungs and I sank deep in my seat as he get up from his chair, knocking it down on the ground. 

A gasp left my mouth as he pulled me up by my upper arm.

"Let's go." He said smiling but his smile was far more than a smile. His grip on my arm tightened as he jerked me towards him and grabbed my chin, tilting my head sideways.

I guessed hard and let him drag me wherever he wanted to. I was far too exhausted from his domination over me and this exhaustion was very tiring, leaving my every piece dead. 

The bright walls of hallways turned rusty and dark as well descended the stairs of the corridor. Suddenly the idea of coming here seemed iniquitous, very wrong. 

"Where are you t-taking me?" I asked as my patience started to run thin. Fear was something that always manage to creep inside me whenever he was around and that's what was going on. 

My fear increased thousand times as he didn't answer my question. I was on verge of a panic attack as we keep going further and further. I wanted to rant away but the grip he was having on my arm was making it impossible for me to make any move. 

"I don't want to see her. Please. Let's go back." I screamed as I started to recognize the surroundings. How can I forget this place, this was the same place where he, where he killed Matthew, where he killed my other half. 

My struggles become visible as he growled with frustration. Before I could do any further movement, he spun me around and hauled me on his shoulder. The whole world becomes topsy turvy for me as blood flowers down my brain. I kicked and screamed and punched but his metal-like body was completely unfazed. 

"I didn't know you would have this much energy after last night," he said and the blood drained from my body replacing it with shame. I felt him caressing my backside with another hand as his next words nearly gave me a heart attack.

"Maybe I was too gentle." His words slashed my dignity, leaving me awake. 

How did it feel to be normal, was it a foreign feeling that I was dying to feel? My body didn't felt mine anymore. 

My eyes were trying to summon my surroundings but the tears were making it hard and nearly impossible for me to see anything. It felt so uncomfortable on his shoulder.
His pace slowed down and he threw me like a bag of sack on the floor. My limbs ached with the amount of pain that he made me go through. 

But everything went dull until I heard a few grunts of pain and cries, coming from right behind me. It took everything in me to look back and I exactly did that. I graduated looked back as everything happened in slow motion, my eyes met with her brown orbs, which were a lot brighter than mine, but held so much pain. Her long hairs were flowing down her back like the fountain of chocolate. Her quivering lips were showing how much affected she was while looking at me.