A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 141 – 150
She smiled, but it wasn’t a warm or comforting smile—it was twisted, almost mocking. “Did you know that my father killed your father, your mother, and your siblings?” she asked, her voice laced with a strange satisfaction, as if relaying some inside joke that only she understood.
Her laughter came, sharp and hollow, filling the room in a way that felt wrong, as though she were laughing at some tragic irony.
“With just a blink of his eyes,” she continued, shaking her head in what seemed like amusement. “Isn’t that funny?”
Something twisted painfully inside me. My confusion hardened into anger as her words sunk in, each one a blow that struck deeper and deeper. He killed my parents. He made my life a living hell from the start.
All the pain I’d lived through—all of it, because of him. How could he have done this? And why? My hatred began to boil, rising like a wave that I could no longer hold back.
Anna rose after a moment, casting me a final glance as if she’d said all she intended to, and left the room to eat lunch.
Meanwhile, I stayed rooted to the spot, numb and motionless, my stomach empty and my mind seething. It felt as if my blood was hot, pounding through me with fury.
I wanted to scream, to lash out, to make someone—anyone—pay for the lies, the cruelty that had built my life from its very foundation.
Hours passed, though I barely noticed. My thoughts circled the same agonizing truth, spiraling deeper and darker until it became nearly unbearable.
Then, as if on cue, the door opened again, and Lucifer stepped into the room, his expression softer than usual, almost… concerned.
His eyes fell on me, and he took in my posture, my clenched fists, the way I stared at him with a look that could burn straight through him.
He shut the door behind him, moving closer, his tone careful. “I heard you haven’t eaten dinner. What’s wrong?”
But I couldn’t hold back any longer. I surged to my feet, crossing the room to meet him, and before I could think twice, I slapped him—hard—across the face.
The sound rang out, the force of it leaving my hand stinging, but it was nothing compared to the satisfaction that flared in my chest.
His head snapped to the side, and for a brief moment, he looked genuinely shocked, his expression blank as he processed what I’d done.
“You bastard!” I shouted, feeling tears slip down my cheeks, though I didn’t bother to wipe them away. My voice was raw, seething with the betrayal, the hurt, the anguish that had been clawing its way through me. “Did you have to kill them? You ruined my life from the time I was ten, all because of you!”
Lucifer’s expression shifted, surprise melting into something unreadable, almost cold. Slowly, he straightened, looking down at me with a smile that felt like ice. “You mean your parents?” His gaze darkened, his voice as calm as a blade. “It was what I had to do. They didn’t do as they were told.”
My anger surged, pushing me to confront him even though my voice wavered. “And what was that?” I demanded, my fists clenched at my sides.
He held my gaze, his tone almost mocking. “Giving you to me,” he said, his voice unyielding, without a trace of remorse.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut, winding me. All the fury that had fueled me now twisted into something far colder, far more painful.
I stumbled back a step, struggling to comprehend the enormity of what he was saying. Giving me to him. My parents’ lives—the lives of my family—had been the price for some deal, some cruel arrangement, one that had left me with nothing but scars and shattered memories.
“Giving me to you?” I repeated, my voice hollow. I looked at him, trying to see any hint of remorse, any sign that this was all a terrible mistake, that the man before me might have a shred of humanity, of decency. But his face was stone, cold and unrelenting.
“Yes, giving you to me,” he replied, as if it were the most logical thing in the world, as if I were nothing more than a piece in his game.
My heart pounded, the hurt twisting into a deep, bone-deep anger. “You didn’t care at all, did you?” My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of all the years, all the loss, all the emptiness. “I lost everything because of you. My family, my home… everything.”
Lucifer’s expression shifted slightly, though he remained composed. “Your family made a deal with me, Selene. They received something they wanted, and in return, you were promised to me.”
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 141 – 150
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