A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140

The entire plan had been simple—draw her close, see if she could bear a child, one strong enough to withstand the world I ruled. Normally, it would have taken nothing more than a simple command. And yet, I hadn’t touched her. Not in the way I usually did with what I claimed.

If I’d wanted her, I could have taken her. I could have ended this entire… exchange with a single night. But there she was, up in the second bedroom, furious, alone, and entirely beyond my reach.

It was irrational to let her declarations bother me. She was a mortal, confined by her limited perspectives, a creature who believed in things like dreams and independence, as if those things held meaning. The notion of college, of a future she could control—such illusions belonged to her world, not mine.

If I were being logical, I would simply demand what I wanted from her. But some quiet, persistent part of me resisted that thought. Instead of forcing her, I let her have this space, this illusion .

A chuckle escaped me at the absurdity of it all. Why did her anger amuse me, her resistance feel… amusing? The devil does not entertain negotiations. The devil does not make concessions. And yet here I was, tolerating her insolence, indulging in this charade of give and take.

I took a step toward the staircase, but halted. There was something strangely satisfying in the tension lingering in the air. I didn’t understand it, not entirely. But I didn’t need to understand it to know I would give her time.

I turned back to the living room, letting the silence settle around me. Her words replayed in my mind, as sharp as any weapon. “You know how you affect me,” she had said, as if she’d lost control, as if her choices had been erased by my influence. And maybe they had been. Or maybe this frustration, this anger of hers, was precisely what made her stay.

For this night, I would leave her to stew in her room, to believe that she had shut herself away from me. Let her think that I cared enough to let her have the last word.

But tomorrow, tomorrow night…. She will be mine.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140

SELENE FROWN.

Settling onto the bed, I released a frustrated sigh. My mind was a mess, swirling with emotions and confusion, fueled by Lucifer’s maddening behaviors.

Everything about him was unpredictable, unsettling. One moment he was aloof, distant as a shadow; the next, he was possessive, insistent that I belonged to him. *Childish,* I thought, frowning at the ceiling. He toyed with me, it seemed, as if my life was a game designed purely for his amusement.

Did he understand the depth of his own actions? Or was he just reveling in his power, in the way he could disrupt everything I had ever believed about myself?

I was so lost in my thoughts that I barely noticed the soft creak of the door opening. I sat up abruptly, my heart racing as I turned toward the door, expecting to see Lucifer lurking there with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. But it wasn’t him.

A young girl—Ana—stood in the doorway, her expression calm, her gaze thoughtful. She stepped into the room with quiet grace, and something about her presence made me feel both unsettled and curious.

As she crossed the floor and sat beside me, I felt my tension ease, though I couldn’t say why. There was an odd tranquility about her.

“Will you marry him?” she asked, her voice soft, almost pleading. I was caught off guard, blinking in surprise as I tried to process her question. Her appearance was that of an eighteen-year-old, but her voice sounded like a child’s—innocent, yet tinged with an understanding beyond her age.

I frowned, confused by her words. *Marry him?* The very idea seemed absurd, impossible even. But the look in her eyes was so sincere, so hopeful, that it made me hesitate. “Lucifer said you would be my mother,” she continued quietly, as if her statement held a weight I couldn’t yet understand.

I stared at her, feeling my heart race. “Mother?” I repeated, my voice barely a whisper, laden with disbelief. “Are you… are you Lucifer’s child?” The question escaped me, almost involuntarily, and I immediately felt foolish. Was that even possible?

She nodded, her expression still gentle, her eyes meeting mine with a sincerity that left me speechless. “Child?” She tilted her head thoughtfully, as if considering the meaning of the word. Then, with a small nod, she answered, “Yes, I’m his child… you could say that.”

I tried to process her words, but everything felt so surreal. Lucifer had a child? This quiet, serene girl, who looked barely a day over eighteen, was his? I couldn’t reconcile it, couldn’t understand how she fit into the puzzle of his life, or mine. “That’s… unbelievable,” I murmured, not sure whether I was speaking to her or myself.

Ana watched me with a soft smile, as if she understood my confusion. She reached out, her fingers curling gently around my hand. Her touch was light, warm, and it stirred something within me, something I couldn’t quite name.

“Lucifer talks about you differently,” she said quietly. “He told me you’re different from the others.”

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140

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