A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

I stood up abruptly, pacing the room as I tried to process my emotions.

Each step felt like a reminder of my failure, my inability to keep my promises. I had trusted Lucien, allowed him to breach the walls I had built and now I was faced with the consequences.

Would Lucien tell Lucifer? The question gnawed at me, a relentless itch I couldn’t scratch. If he did, it would spell disaster.

I couldn’t allow that to happen. I had to confront Lucien, make sure he understood that what had happened was a mistake—an impulsive, reckless mistake driven by loneliness and fear.

Just as I resolved to find Lucien and speak to him, a chill swept through the room, an unsettling sensation crawling up my spine. I stopped in my tracks, the air thickening with a sense of impending doom. It was a feeling I knew all too well, one that came before the storm.

I glanced toward the window, half-expecting to see Lucifer’s silhouette against the darkening sky. Instead, the world outside seemed eerily quiet, as if holding its breath. I felt a shiver run through me, an instinctive awareness that something was very wrong.

Then, a sound reached my ears—a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through the floorboards, sending a jolt of fear straight to my core. My heart raced as I turned toward the source, adrenaline flooding my system.

I looked toward the door just as it swung open, revealing a trio of demons. They stepped inside, their grotesque bodies writhing and shifting, each movement sending a shiver down my spine.

Their skin was a sickly shade of green, mottled with patches that looked like decaying flesh. Three eyes bulged from their misshapen heads, each one staring at me with unblinking malice.

Horns twisted from their foreheads, curling like sinister crowns above their grotesque features. They looked like nightmares made flesh, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

One of them stepped forward, its voice a low, gravelly growl. “Where is Lucien?” The words dripped with contempt, making my skin crawl.

I opened my mouth to respond, but no sound came out. Instead, I felt an icy grip of fear seize me, paralyzing me in place. They moved closer, their eyes narrowing as they took in my fear.

“Lucifer sent us,” the demon said, a twisted smile spreading across its face, revealing rows of jagged teeth. “It seems you are no longer his favorite.”

Before I could react, the demon’s hand shot out, slapping my face with a force that sent me crashing to the floor. The sound echoed in my ears, a sharp, ringing pain that matched the shock coursing through me. I lay there, stunned, the world spinning as I tried to process what had just happened.

The demons loomed over me, their laughter filling the room like a dark symphony. I felt humiliated, angry, but above all, I felt a profound sense of helplessness. I didn’t want to show them fear, but it was impossible not to tremble.

And then, just as I was beginning to collect myself, the door burst open again. Lucien rushed in, his face a mask of determination. “Selene!” he shouted, his eyes wide with alarm.

I wanted to call out to him, to warn him to stay back, but my voice betrayed me. I remained still, shock paralyzing my body as I watched the scene unfold before me.

Lucien’s gaze darted between me and the demons, and for a moment, I saw the flicker of dread in his eyes. He stepped forward, fists clenched, ready to fight. But the demons merely laughed, their confidence palpable as they stepped closer to him.

“Look who it is,” one of them sneered, its three eyes gleaming with delight. “The pathetic little demon thinks he can save you.”

Lucien didn’t hesitate. He lunged at the nearest demon, throwing a punch that landed squarely on its jaw. The impact echoed through the room, but the demon merely staggered back, laughing. “Is that all you’ve got?”he smiled ” have Lucifer taken the power from you? General?”

” You bastard!” He growl, I noticed his hands trembling, all this is happening because I kissed Lucien, it’s my fault.

My heart raced as I watched Lucien struggle against them. I felt a strange mix of pity and fear. He was trying so hard, but he was outmatched. The demons closed in, their movements swift and brutal.

One of them grabbed Lucien by the throat, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. I could see the panic in his eyes, and a wave of helplessness washed over me. I wanted to scream, to tell them to stop, but I remained rooted to the spot, my voice caught in my throat.

“Is this what you fight for?” the demon taunted, tightening its grip. “A girl who’s already lost? You should know, she’s no longer under Lucifer’s protection.”

As I listened, my heart sank further. I didn’t love Lucien. I had never really been in love with him.

I felt pity for him, for the way he clung to hope, for the way he believed he could save me. But in that moment, I realized how utterly powerless I was to change anything.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 171 – 180

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