A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 111 – 120

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 111 – 120

SELENE FROWN.

As I closed the door to my chambers, I felt a numbness settle over me—a suffocating stillness that left me empty, as if the anger, the pain, and the betrayal had finally drained everything I had.

The tears had dried up, leaving my eyes heavy but hollow, and all that remained was this quiet thought echoing in my mind like a lullaby: I needed to end this. I needed it to stop.

The sound of my own breathing filled the room, shallow and rhythmic, the only proof that I was even alive. Alive.

The word felt bitter on my tongue, like something that didn’t belong to me anymore. He owned me now, had taken everything I’d fought for, leaving me chained to this existence with nothing left.

I couldn’t bear the thought of waking up another day with that emptiness, of seeing him look at me with that cold, twisted satisfaction, reminding me that every breath I took was just another testament to my captivity.

No. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it.

The idea was almost comforting. If I died, there would be nothing left for him to torment, nothing left for him to hold over me. He had my soul, yes, but if he truly wasn’t in hell… maybe, just maybe, I could find peace there.

A place he wasn’t, a place he couldn’t reach me, at least not yet. My life had already been taken from me, hadn’t it? This would just be a way to take back my own ending.

I moved toward the small wooden drawer by the bed, my hands trembling as they reached for the handle. Inside was a little pocket knife I’d kept hidden, a last piece of control that he hadn’t yet stolen from me.

My fingers curled around it, feeling the cold metal press into my skin, and a strange calm settled over me. The blade caught the faint light, gleaming—a small, silent promise.

Without a second thought, I slid it across my wrist, watching as the sharpness bit into my skin, leaving a thin, red line.

For a moment, there was nothing. No pain. Just the coldness of the blade and then… warmth, spreading out in tiny red rivulets down my arm.

I watched it flow, mesmerized. There was a surreal beauty in it, a silent rebellion against everything he’d taken. My blood, my life—he could never control that. This was mine.

I watched the red deepen, turning darker, and felt a strange sense of release, a loosening of something inside me that I hadn’t known was clenched so tightly. My body felt heavy, but the weight was different now, almost like a gentle pull, coaxing me to let go.

A slow drowsiness crept over me, and I sank down onto the floor, my back against the bed as my head tipped back, eyes drifting up to the ceiling. My heartbeat was slowing, each thump softer, more distant.

It was a strange peace that began to settle over me, like I was sinking into a warm pool, deeper and deeper until there was nothing left but quiet.

I thought of Liam. His face, his smile—those warm eyes that had held me together when everything else was falling apart. My hand reached out instinctively, as if he could somehow be there, pulling me back. But that was a lie, wasn’t it?

Lucifer had taken him from me, torn away even the hope of seeing him again. But if this was the only way, if death was the only way to escape that twisted bargain, then maybe it was worth it.

The edges of my vision blurred, and a softness overtook everything, numbing whatever had remained of my pain.

All the anger, the fear—it all felt so far away now. Maybe hell wouldn’t be so bad, it’s a place Lucifer hate then I would love it

A faint sound echoed in the distance, a murmuring that I couldn’t quite place.

I wanted to ignore it, to let it fade as I slipped further away, but it grew louder, insistent, like a voice breaking through the fog.

“Selene.”

The voice pierced through, shattering the quiet I’d finally found. I opened my eyes—barely, the lids so heavy they felt like weights—and saw a dark figure above me, eyes blazing with fury. It was him. Lucifer.

“No,” I whispered, the word barely more than a breath. This was my escape, my way out. He couldn’t take this from me too.

But he knelt down, his face inches from mine, his eyes hard and unyielding. “What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was cold, deadly, with a fury that sent a shiver down my spine.

I wanted to turn away, to ignore him, but I couldn’t. His hand reached out, pressing against my wrist where the blood still seeped. I winced as his grip tightened, his touch burning as if he could sear my very soul.

“Do you think you can escape me this way?” he said, his voice low, dangerous. “You’re mine, Selene. Even death won’t free you.”

A tear slid down my cheek, one last drop that I hadn’t realized was left in me. I didn’t have the strength to fight him, to even speak. My body felt too heavy.

I guess I can’t escape him.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 111 – 120

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