A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 181 – 190

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 181 – 190

SELENE SNIFFED.

I sat on the cold floor of the room, the remnants of chaos surrounding me. The air was thick with the smell of blood and something else—something rancid that made my stomach churn.

I couldn’t bring myself to move, my body felt heavy, as if the weight of my choices had anchored me to this spot.

Lucifer’s anger had been a storm, fierce and consuming. I could still hear the echoes of his voice, the way he had spat words of betrayal like venom.

I had never seen him so furious, and it terrified me. The way he turned away, leaving me there, made my heart sink further into despair. I felt lost, abandoned in a world that suddenly felt so foreign.

“Where do I go now?” I whispered to myself, the question hanging in the air like a ghost. I had no friends in New York, no allies. The only person I knew was the very one I had hurt.

The thought of returning to him made my heart race, but it was the only option left. I needed to face him, to somehow make amends.

With a deep breath, I pushed myself off the floor, my legs shaky beneath me. I glanced around the scattered remnants of the chaos—the broken furniture, the bloodstains, the echoes of laughter that felt haunting now. I turned and walked out of the room, each step heavy with regret.

The night air hit me like a cold slap as I stepped outside. It was late, the streets dimly lit and empty.

I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill that seeped into my bones. As I walked, memories flooded back—of blood, screams, Lucien pains.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, mixing with the cool breeze. I stumbled forward, my mind racing with thoughts of Lucifer and the anger that had burned in his eyes.

I had kissed Lucien, yes, but I had never meant to hurt Lucifer. The weight of that knowledge felt like a boulder on my chest.

Each step felt longer than the last, the city around me a blur as I fought against the memories of the night.

I replayed the moment over and over in my mind, wishing I could take it back, wishing I could erase the pain I had caused. But I couldn’t. All I could do was keep walking.

Finally, after what felt like hours, I arrived at Lucifer’s mansion. The grandeur of the place loomed over me, and I hesitated for a moment.

Would he even want to see me? Would he even care? I pushed the doubts aside and stepped inside.

The living room was dimly lit, shadows dancing across the walls. There he was, sitting on the couch, a glass in hand. He looked unkempt, as if sleep had eluded him.

My heart twisted at the sight. He was usually so composed, so powerful, but now he seemed like a man carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Lucifer?” I called softly, cautious of his mood.

He didn’t look up, his gaze fixed on the glass in front of him. “Go to your room, Selene,” he replied, his voice devoid of the warmth I had hoped for.

I felt a pang of disappointment but nodded, turning away. I climbed the stairs slowly, each step heavy with uncertainty. Once in my room, I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.

I needed to think clearly, to present myself in a way that might reach him.

After a long shower, I slipped into a short red dress that made me feel a little more confident. I didn’t know if it would help, but I needed to try.

I wanted to remind him of the connection we had, the passion that had once sparked between us.

When I returned downstairs, I found him still in the same spot, the glass now empty. His expression was unreadable, a mask of indifference that made my heart ache. I took a deep breath and approached him, my heart racing.

I took a tentative step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. The silence in the room was oppressive, heavy with unsaid words and unexpressed feelings.

A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 181 – 190

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