Chapter Eight

PLEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS ON THE STORY SO FAR -->

You're bad for my health

I should probably get some help

I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell

My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips

Yeah, you're bad for my health

You should hurt somebody else

PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT - IT REALLY HELPS ME WRITE XO

For the amount of reads, votes and comments should be higher and its sad to see no one fully supporting the story :(

<><><>

Chapter Eight - Faint and Date

Nephele's POV

Cloud Nymph huh?

How strange. I did not want to be classed as a Nymph, especially because it classed me as a beautiful maiden, almost as if saying I was a damsel who needed saving. How misogynistic the definition within the dictionary can be, depending on the interpretation of course.

It was annoying how he knew almost everything about me, as if he could read my mind. I hated the fact that I was held captive with the devilishly hot man, who most likely wasn't even a man and I did not have the liberty to do anything. I hated that fact; I had no freedom and I felt trapped.

I did not mind the kidnapping factor to this whole ordeal, well I did but I hated the stolen liberty factor. It led me to rambling rants within my own head. This was making me crazy.

Crazy in Love.

I snarl mentally, most like physically as well. Of course, my subconscious voice was already in love with the thought of the man, whereas I was nowhere near the level of love towards that man. I did not hate him, just not like.

As I do most humans if I was being honest.

I put my fingers to my temples and massage softly, the forthcoming headache starting to appear above my left eyebrow. I quietly groan, knowing that in a few days the every-third-month headache will appear, causing me to delay my escape plans.

"Are you okay, little cloud?" His voice resonates from behind the wall that separates the living area, which I was situated in still, and the kitchen area, which he was in currently. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, easing away the pain. I try to rid of butterflies that alight in my stomach when he asked the question, it somehow helping to ease the pain in my head. I snort like an insolent lady, calling out to him.

"Yeah, I am okay. Just really tired so I – "I pause for a second rethinking the lie slipping through my teeth. "- I am going back to my room."

Silence was the reply, and I took it. I stood up and walked around to the kitchen. I bit my lip as I rounded the island bench corner, looking down so I didn't meet the Devil's eyes as I picked up the drying towel with two fingers. The click of the dishes within the sink brings me to believe that he started doing the dishes again. I walk over to beside him where the drying dishes lie and I pick up the closest one.

As I walked behind him, I shamelessly did eye is back, his shoulder muscles rippling beneath his shirt that was tightly spread across his back. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and continue drying, myself getting lost in the mundane task.

I do not know why but the task of drying the dishes was so mind-dumbing and humane, I was at ease taking part in the action. I felt at peace doing this, felt almost at home. I didn't have to worry about the forthcoming headache nor the kidnapping problem. I did not have to worry escape plan that was due in five days. I just did not have to worry, and that was a first in the past few days.

I almost felt at home.

To be fair, the world almost was such a sad word for the English language and I did not like using it because of the lack of meaning it had to so many people. But then again, I was rambling once more. Inside my own mind might I add.

If this wasn't the start of insanity, I don't know what was.

"How are you, allegedly may I add, Lucifer, Hades, Pluto, Satan and the Devil all in one? Mythology doesn't work like that." I state, the words slipping through my lips without even a second process of my mind.

Damn myself and my non-existent filter.

I blush subtly as Lucifer's dark yet warming laughter follows my question.

"Oh, Little Cloud, how cute." He hums, turning to face me after piling the last dish in the drying tray and unplugging the previously plugged sink. I glower at him lightly and grab the last dish, drying it thoroughly.

I suddenly find the plate far more interesting the Adonis specimen in front of me.

"Well to explain it simply, different cultures across the world, across the millenniums, have adapted the original Gods and Goddess, giving them different names and even thinking of new Gods. For example, the Ancient Greeks and Romans have all similar gods correct?" He pauses as if asking me to answer, which I intend to do.

"Yeah, the Romans copied the Greeks, that's not new." I roll my eyes, this being basic information every student was taught in mythological classes within high-school.

"Well Little Nymph, you are not wrong as the Romans did evolve the Greek's perceptions of the Gods to form their own. This is only an example, but the name Lucifer has been evolved through many cultures throughout the eons since mankind first begun. The Ancient Greek call me Hades, the Romans call me Pluto, christens call me Lucifer or Satan. Time began to wind my story into different structures, find different explanations for aspects of the unknown."

I stand there dumbfounded. That meant that no one was wrong, which was great, but it meant that terrorism and wars were practically useless and not worth the lives lost. This meant that everything was another lie, another stupid lie to fill the void of lies within my soul. I inhale a sharp breath, needing the cool air as the temperature in the room rises.

The question is stuck in my throat, myself feeling jealously rise in my stomach which was rather pathetic. I push past the sick feeling in my stomach and speak.

"What about Persephone? Where is she?" The words taste foul on my tongue and I cringe at the tone, realising that the tone made it sound like I was jealous. I totally was not. Since when did I care whether this man had a wife or not? He laughs once more, the sound sending butterflies to my stomach.

"Oh Kitten." He pauses and facing me. I watch intently as his hands raise to the side of my arms, gently stroking my skin. Tingles and fleeting sparks erupted on the skin sending me into shock.

" She doesn't exist, never has. Or at least never has to this world. She is living up in the Heavens with her mate." My mouth opens in shock as I look up at him.

"Wh-what? How does she not exist in Hell? Isn't she the Queen or something?" I stutter out, which earns another bellowed laugh from the man holding calmly.

He's touching me. Shit, he is touching me.

I just back from his hold and wait for him to continue, my arms coming to support the places his hands just vacated.

"No little cloud, I have no official Queen, but I recently meet her." He gives me a lopsided smile. "And, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen." I crease my brows at what he said, he found his Queen? I sickening feeling rose in my stomach but I push it away, finding to stupid that a small, tiny bubble of jealously rose from my stomach.

How fast can Stockholm Syndrome start again?

Then his previous statement filters through my head.

"What do you mean by Mate?" I state rather confidently despite my previous envious emotions. He pales and refuses an answer for a few awkward moments, making me want to whine and protest like a weak little girl. A girl I used to be.

"I can't tell you right now Little Cloud." Was his short reply as he sighs.

"Can't or won't?" I spit out bitterly, finding my mood change rather sudden. It annoyed me how he never gave me a straight answer. "You said you would answer most of my questions and you have only replied with more answers! This is stupid Lucifer, I don't want to be here, I don't want to be held captive and I want to go home. I want answers, I want Angelina and I just want to be normal; I should be freaking out and carrying on like a child but I am not and I don't know why! I am so frustrated with myself because I am –" I pause and tug on my hair, turning around in a circle as tears spring to my eyes. "I don't know what I am." I almost scream at him, but I don't. He hasn't done anything wrong apart from kidnap me.

"Little Cloud, you need to calm down. You are hurting yourself right now, okay? Listen to my voice." His words filter through my ears but I don't respond.

My feet stumble and I trip over myself, steading myself on the bench as my head swims. This is what happens when you mix a forthcoming migraine, anxiety and pure panic. It was a mental scar of my childhood, something that will never go away.

"Kitten, calm down. I need you to listen to my voice Kitten." His words are not even getting a response from me.

My head spins as the word starts to fall apart around me. My vision blackens as my breathing becomes harsher, the air becoming thick and heavy making it harder to ease into my lungs. I start hyperventilating within seconds, this being a very common occurrence within my panic.

I wheeze as air falls to enter my lungs, the oxygen not reaching my brain or vital organs making my vision swim.

"Luci –" I say in somewhat panic, not fully reasoning with my subconscious and its views. It was piteous, such a horrid thing. How weak I could be.

"Nephele, listen to my voice." Suddenly, our eyes connect, his arms suddenly reaching out for me as his mere voice wasn't enough to bring me out of the panic-stricken state. I look over to him with half closed eyes, my vision becoming foggy and weak. I sway, my footing coming out from under me.

"Catch me." I whisper pathetically, hoping he heard it. He lunges forward as I fall as he screams my name in pain, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as all my injuries throb in pain. My lungs burn and my head pounds as I fall into the darkness once more.

I was gone within seconds, how pathetic.

How weak I was to give into this panic. How weak I was to faint in front of The King of Hell. How pathetic he must think I was. I hated this part of me, I hated this weakness that never disappears.

This was the worst part of me and I hated it.

The soft hum of a voice arouses me from my sleep, their hand warm against my scalp as they stroked my hair gently. The feeling was wonderful, making me want to curl into the famous ball, and sleep for another few years. I flutter my eyes; however, they don't open fully as the calming effect this person now talking voice has on me sends me back into the relaxed state. The stroking of my hair suddenly stops and I let out a little whine, not coming to terms with where I am as fast as I normally would have, nor apparently my real age. The voice stops talking and chuckles, before the stroking starts once more, the persons fingers running along my scalp in a massage sort of way before they start all over. It was amazing this feeling, and I really needed to consider hiring this person to do it weekly, if not daily. The tingles that accompanied the hand made the feeling one-hundred percent better, the tingles dancing across my skin pleasurably and send me into a frenzy of relaxation and calmness.

If it was not for the fact that I had no one to touch me so intimately, I would have stayed calm and still. Except I did not have someone like so, therefore I jumped away from the hold, myself sitting pin straight within a second of my brain connecting with my instructions. Vertigo washes over my eyes as my surroundings fade before the realign, allowing myself to see straight.

I flutter my eyes and slowly notice my surroundings, seeing the man who kidnapped me standing next to me, or rather sitting. I crease my eyebrows slightly, feeling dizzy and disorientated as I try to move.

"Hush little cloud. Stop moving and just rest." His voice was authoritative and I hated it. So, what did I do? Ignored his comment and sat up faster than I admit I should have. He scowls, his hand coming to the small of my back as my vision swims.

"You just had to go against what I said didn't you?" His glare was powerful but I smile anyway, giving him an 'what-did-you-expect-don't-harm-me' smile. His hold was gentle, his hand sending pleasurable sparks up my spine. I smile and wince at the same time, not liking the power he has over me nor the way it made me feel warm and fuzzy.

I do not want to be warm and fuzzy.

I must have gotten so frustrated that I ended up having a panic attack, that hasn't happened in years, gosh it didn't even sound like a real thing anymore. I cringe internally, most likely physically as well except I did not care.

I take a deep breath, hoping to regain some pain relief from the pounding starting in my head. I reach my hand to my forehead, just above my brow where the pain is worst however not too bad yet. I blow out the breath I was holding and face the man glaring at him as hard as I could, remembering that I was angry at him for restricting my knowledge of why I, me the subject, am here.

If he didn't want to tell me then I didn't want to talk. Simples.

I swallow my pettiness and ignore him as he speaks, trying to gather my attention. I smile at his words;

"Nephele, if you do not listen there shall be harsh consequences." I smirk, knowing that if he did want to hurt me, he would have already.

Rule 101 of being kidnapped.

Lucifer slacks his shoulders in defeat and sighs aloud, turning to face me with a smile. As I crease my brow in return, the doors to this once empty room, which now seems so crowded, opens, entering a petite young woman, no more than twenty-four, enters the room. I smile as I realise that this female will be on my side, females stick together these days, didn't you know?

From memory her name was Eve, and with my prior knowledge of Christianity and religions, she was the perfect person to help me escape this hell-hole.

Literal Hell Hole, and yes, I think I am funny. To myself I am anyway.

Her eyes connect with mine in an instant, a beautiful and calming smirk mirroring on her face as she takes a step into this room that holds me captive.

She was beautiful, in all ways possibly. Perfect skin that was not too glowy but had the shiny appearance, making her look radiant. Her cheeks were skinny yet full, sweetheart shaped lips shaping her mouth with a small button nose and dark eyelashes to accompany her baby blue eyes with raven black hair the tumbled down past her shoulders in spiralling waves that looked effortless. Amazingly curved body that I bet would look good in anything. She was stunning to say the least, my inside beauty radar hitting an eleven almost instantly. I could not help but feel a little bit of envy as she walked, herself seemingly perfect compared to myself but I reminded myself that it was not all about looks. I could not allow myself to hold that against her.

Lucifer turns towards her stunned, his eyes wide when they crossed mine as he stood in front of me in an instant. I roll my eyes but stay seated as I wait for the beastly figure of the man to move.

"Oh, move lover boy, I have some shit to do." Her words make me smile, something so familiar about her making my insides clench with happiness. Lucifer steps aside after a few seconds reluctantly. I watch as his back tenses before he turns towards me shortly, nodding his head as if to say 'stay put', although I wasn't a dog, that was just rude.

I jump milliseconds as the position he was previous occupying stands empty with no Lucifer in sight. I was minorly freaked out, but accept it and add it to the list of things to register within the next few days.

PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT - IT REALLY HELPS ME WRITE XO

For the amount of reads, votes and comments should be higher and its sad to see no one fully supporting the story :(

Yes this was a reasonably short chapter! I am so sorry for the wait, but alot of shit has happened and I just couldn't write. I sound like a typical author ew help.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and Liked the content. Let me say the below before y'all come at me;

YES SHE FAINTED BUT WOULDNT YOU?

She has been put in a dramatic situation to which she had no control, she was freaking out, as anyone should, and has a medical conditon (HINT HINT) that relates to anxiety or panic.

~<>~

QOTC: Favourite Movie?

~<>~

Let me know your thoughts below:

~<>~

If your waiting for the read, go check out my other book > The King's mate ~

Follow @grace_rose_writes on Instagram for more xox