A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140
Back inside, I wandered into the living room. It was grand and elegant, with high ceilings and a fireplace that looked like it belonged in an old castle. Sofas and armchairs were arranged in a way that invited conversation, the plush cushions inviting me to sink into them.
The shelves along the walls were filled with books and ornaments, each piece meticulously chosen to add to the room’s atmosphere. It was warm, welcoming even, yet there was an underlying feeling of mystery, as if each item held a story that was just out of reach.
The hallway that connected these rooms was wide, with high arches and paintings that depicted landscapes and scenes from centuries past.
The walls were a deep, rich color, accentuated by the dark wood of the floor. Every now and then, I’d pass by a small table with a vase of fresh flowers or a decorative sculpture, little touches that brought a sense of life to the space.
Finally, I found myself standing outside Lucifer’s study. My hand hovered over the doorknob, a strange mixture of curiosity and hesitation filling me. I took a deep breath before turning the handle, pushing the door open quietly.
The study was unlike any other room I’d seen. Shelves lined with ancient, leather-bound books covered the walls, each spine bearing titles in languages I couldn’t understand. The air smelled of old paper and ink, with a faint hint of something spicy – maybe cloves or cinnamon.
A massive desk sat in the center, covered in neatly stacked papers, a few quills, and an inkwell. It was dark wood, polished and imposing, with intricate carvings along the edges that hinted at craftsmanship from another time.
Lucifer was there, seated comfortably behind his desk, a pair of sleek reading glasses perched on his nose. His eyes were fixed intently on a file in his hands, the look of concentration adding an unusual calm to his typically sharp features. The morning sun poured in from the tall windows, casting a soft, golden light that seemed to make his pale skin glow.
His hair looked softer in the sunlight, more inviting, and for a moment, I found myself captivated by the way the light danced on him. It was as if the sun was drawn to him, outlining his figure in a way that felt almost surreal.
Then his gaze shifted, his piercing red eyes meeting mine, and he let the file drop casually onto the desk. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, and I knew instantly he was already plotting some sort of teasing remark.
“Well, good morning,” he greeted, his voice low and warm.
I exhaled, tilting my head slightly. “Lucifer.”
“Ah, you say my name so sweetly, as if it’s the only thing on your mind,” he said, his smile widening just a little, the glasses adding a touch of sophistication to his already magnetic presence. He leaned back, crossing his arms as he continued to watch me with that smug amusement.
“Trust me, it’s not,” I replied, crossing my arms in response, trying to maintain some distance between us — emotionally and physically. I knew better than to let his charm pull me in.
He arched a brow, clearly unfazed by my response. “Hmm. And here I thought I’d be at the top of your list this morning. After all, you did come to my study, unannounced and unsupervised. I must say, I’m flattered.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was just… exploring. This mansion is huge, and I figured it wouldn’t hurt to actually see all of it. Didn’t realize your study would be occupied.”
“Ah, so you didn’t come here specifically to see me?” His smile grew even more amused, leaning forward slightly as if he were examining me. “How tragic. But I suppose I can forgive you, seeing as you’re still here, standing in front of me like some exquisite morning vision.”
The compliment was laid on thick, and I could feel my cheeks heat up, though I tried to keep my composure. “You really do think the world revolves around you, don’t you?”
“Only because it does, darling.” He removed his glasses with a graceful flick, folding them carefully and setting them down on the desk. “And you’re no exception. You’re here in my orbit, whether you admit it or not.”
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 131 – 140
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