A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
Finally, I leaned in slightly, my voice dropping to a low murmur. “Rest now,” I said, brushing a stray lock of hair away from her face. “We’ll see each other tomorrow, and maybe then…” I smiled, letting the words hang in the air between us. “Maybe then, you’ll tell me what you truly desire. And perhaps, I’ll finally get to kiss you.”
Her breath hitched, and for a brief second, I saw a flicker of something in her eyes—something more than fear, more than confusion. But I didn’t give her a chance to respond. With a final, lingering glance, I turned and walked toward the door.
I could feel her gaze on me as I left the room, the tension in the air thick and heavy. It amused me, how easily she reacted to my presence, how quickly her emotions shifted.
Humans were always so predictable, so easily influenced by the slightest suggestion. It made them fascinating, in a way—fragile little creatures, constantly teetering on the edge of fear and desire.
I stepped out of her room, the door closing softly behind me. The corridors were quiet as I made my way down the long hall, my thoughts turning over the events of the night. Selene was…unexpected. I hadn’t anticipated her reaction, hadn’t foreseen just how deeply she would be affected by me.
Perhaps that was part of the charm. She wasn’t like the others—those who had come before her, all eager to submit, to bow down to the power I held. No, Selene was different. She resisted, even in her fear. She clung to her naive thought, to the belief that somehow, she could escape the fate that had been written long before she was born.
But fate was a funny thing. No matter how much one struggled against it, no matter how hard they fought to change their path, it always had a way of catching up. And Selene’s fate was bound to mine, whether she liked it or not.
I found myself standing in front of a large window, the moonlight casting a pale glow over the landscape beyond. I gazed out at the sprawling grounds, the dark woods in the distance, the quiet stillness that settled over the night. My fingers drummed lightly against the windowpane as I considered my next move.
The faint sound of footsteps echoed down the dimly lit hallway. I didn’t need to turn around to know who was approaching—Lucien’s presence was unmistakable, always a silent shadow in the corners of my world. He moved with purpose, yet there was an air of hesitation about him tonight, a rare shift in his otherwise steady demeanor.
I kept my eyes on the moon outside the window, its silver light casting long, pale shadows across the room. The night was still, calm, a stark contrast to the storm brewing in Lucien’s mind.
He finally came to a stop a few feet behind me, and after a brief pause, he bowed his head respectfully. “My Lord,” he began, his voice as measured as ever, though there was an undertone of concern. “May I ask what you intend to do with her?”
I didn’t respond right away. Instead, I let the silence stretch between us, still gazing at the moon, its glow a reminder of the time that always passed so differently for beings like us. When I finally spoke, my voice was soft, almost amused. “What do you think I intend to do, Lucien? Kill her like the others?”
Lucien remained silent, waiting for me to continue. I could feel the weight of his unease hanging in the air.
I smiled to myself, shaking my head as I leaned casually against the window frame. “No,” I murmured, my tone thoughtful. “I think I’ll keep her close. She seems… interesting.”
I could almost feel Lucien’s frown without looking at him. “Interesting, my Lord?” he echoed, not entirely convinced.
My eyes remained fixed on the moon as I continued, my smile widening slightly. “She doubts whether Lucifer is real. Can you imagine? She thinks I’m some Mafia boss, using the Devil’s name for power and fear.” I chuckled softly, the sound low and amused. “Such a naive girl. How has she survived in this harsh world?”
Lucien shifted slightly behind me, his discomfort growing. “Lucifer,” he said slowly, his voice carrying a rare edge of disapproval. “Your interest in this human troubles me.”
I finally turned to face him, my expression calm, though there was a glimmer of mischief in my eyes. “You shouldn’t be troubled, Lucien,” I said with a shrug. “In fact, I’ve just discovered one of the human delicacies that should help calm you.”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “Delicacy?” he repeated, uncertain where I was going with this.
I nodded, stepping away from the window. “Indeed,” I said with a small smile, my tone playful. “I believe it’s called ice cream. You should give it a try.”
Lucien blinked, clearly taken aback. “Ice cream?”
“Yes,” I said, my smile widening. “It’s supposed to be delightful. Get me one too, while you’re at it.”
Lucien straightened, clearly still concerned but unsure how to respond to this sudden shift in the conversation. “Milord, I—”
I waved a hand dismissively, cutting him off. “Go on, Lucien,” I said with a lightness in my voice that I knew would do little to ease his mind. “There’s nothing to worry about. She’s just a fragile little thing, one I could kill in the blink of an eye if I so desired.”
He hesitated for a moment longer, his sharp gaze flicking to the door of Selene’s room before returning to me. He didn’t trust her—or, rather, he didn’t trust my sudden interest in her. But Lucien was nothing if not obedient, and after a beat, he gave a small bow and turned to leave.
I watched him go, his silhouette disappearing into the dark corridor. When I was certain he was gone, I let out a quiet sigh and turned back to the window, my gaze once again drawn to the pale glow of the moon.
What was there to worry about, really? Selene was just a human—a delicate, breakable thing. I had killed so many before her, each one more eager than the last to please me, to prove themselves worthy of something they could never understand. None of them had ever lasted long. They couldn’t. The weight of my world, my power, was too much for any mortal to bear.
And yet…
I thought back to her wide, terrified eyes, the way her body had trembled under my gaze. It wasn’t just fear that had drawn me to her.
There was something else. A spark of defiance, perhaps. Or maybe it was just her innocence, her naivety, someone who can entertain me for awhile before I leave.
Unless, of course, she could give me what they could not.
A child.
A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL : CHAPTER 31 – 40
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