A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 111 – 120
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL 2
SELENE FROWN.
As I watched Lucifer step back inside, I expected him to lunge at me, to fulfill his demand without mercy or delay.
I steeled myself, my heart pounding, preparing for whatever he intended. But he didn’t move closer. Instead, he shut the door with a calmness that set me on edge, his eyes scanning me with an unreadable expression.
“You look horrible, blood all over,” he said, his words coming off so nonchalant, as if my appearance were the only thing wrong with this entire situation.
I blinked, bewildered. “You said you…”
But Lucifer lifted his finger, silencing me mid-sentence. “I know what I said,” he murmured smoothly, his voice almost soothing, yet there was something dark coiled beneath it. “Why don’t you go and take a bath, change into some nice clothes, and meet me in the dining hall?”
He clapped his hands once, and maids appeared around me. I didn’t even get the chance to protest before they started tugging me toward my room and into the bathroom.
There, they ushered me into the large, claw-foot tub, the steaming water quickly filling around me. It seemed so surreal.
Just minutes ago, I’d thought I might die, or at the very least lose the last fragment of freedom I’d clung to. Now I was… taking a bath? Preparing to meet Lucifer.
As the maids began scrubbing the blood from my skin, images of Liam replayed in my mind. His pain, his tortured expression—I couldn’t erase it, even if I closed my eyes. He had been so full of life, so determined to protect me.
I could still feel the weight of guilt pressing on my chest, the same guilt that had been haunting me since he drew his last breath.
“Are you all right?” one of the maids asked softly, her voice breaking through my thoughts.
I looked up, startled. There was something in her eyes—pity. And for the first time since I’d come here, there was a spark of genuine emotion on the faces of Lucifer’s staff. They were always so quiet, so blank. But now, they seemed… almost sympathetic.
“Living with Lucifer is tough,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she feared he might hear.
I tried to force a smile, but the heaviness in my chest made it impossible. I swallowed hard. “Do you… do you think I’m making a mistake?”
The second maid, her hands scrubbing my arms, looked away for a moment before finally meeting my gaze. “Do not sign the deal with Lucifer,” she warned, her words laced with urgency. “We were once like you. It won’t end well. You have to withstand the temptation.”
“But my friend…” My voice trembled, choking on the memory. “He died because…”
The first maid placed her hand on my shoulder, steadying me. “He died because of his own foolishness. Making a deal with Lucifer is… all wrong. There’s always a price, Selene. And whatever you think you’re getting, it’s never worth what you lose.”
” I can’t possibly leave him, Liam will..”
” He already perished and I really doubt that he would want you to go through that ”
One of the maid look at me ” run Selene, as far as you can ” she lean close ” if Lucifer truly gets to chain you, it will be over ”
Other maids slowly add ” he is the devil after all”
Their words lingered in the air, settling over me like a heavy shroud. I wanted to protest, to tell them they didn’t understand, but a part of me knew they were right. I could see it in their eyes—they had endured things I couldn’t even imagine.
But what choice did I have? Liam had died because of me, because of my connection to Lucifer, and if I turned my back on the deal now… what would that mean for his memory?
The maids finished bathing me in silence, and when they stepped back, I climbed out of the tub and wrapped myself in a robe they held out for me.
I felt… cleaner, but the turmoil inside me was worse than ever. They led me to my bedroom, laying out a dress for me—a simple but elegant gown that felt wrong, like a costume I didn’t belong in.
As I dressed, I tried to gather my thoughts, but they scattered like ashes. The maids watched me with that same pity as I slipped into the gown.
The closer I came to meeting Lucifer, the heavier my steps felt. Every thought, every emotion churned into a storm inside me, but I clung to one resolve—I had to stay strong, even if I couldn’t see a way out.
They escorted me down the dark hallways, their soft footsteps echoing as we made our way to the dining hall.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 111 – 120
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