Chapter Twenty-Seven

Unwrapped the bandage, Showed you my scars

Shoulda never let you in, shouldn't of let down my guard

Buried the hatchet, Forgave you in part

Let myself become a victim of a broken heart

You took a shot gun blew straight through our love

You suffocated until it gave up

I watched you poison the cup

Left me covеred in blood

Screaming Murderеr

Chapter 27 - The Beginning of the End

Nephele's POV

Crashing down onto the floor as my heart felt as though it had fallen through my body and into the Earth below me, made me scream out in agony. Both the pain from smashing my hip into the concrete like flooring and the pain from the burning heart made me cry out. The burning in my chest was beyond intense, there was no words to physically describe how much this shattering heart hurt. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't focus on anything other than my own heart.

My own heart which felt like it was shredding; tearing apart as I lay against the concreted floor not being able to do anything about it. I collapse fully, my left arm which was holding me up crumbling from beneath me and leaving me to crash against the floor. It was cooler against the floor, probably serving some positive purpose as to distract me slightly from the pain.

I felt as though I was on fire, the pain searing through my bones and onto my skin as I wither on the floor by myself. I move around, trying to escape the pain but nothing helps it; nothing makes the pain stop. I scream again as it intensifies, raging across my stomach and into my legs like a tsunami of white-hot flames.

Why was this happening?

Was this because I had left Lucifer? Did the bond break? Did he break the bond?

Did he die?

The last thought was traumatising, despite how much I needed to be away from him. At the thought of him, the burning grows again and I scream out again, my scream a shriek against the calm of my island. I couldn't hear the relaxing waves in the distant shore and nor could I hear the birds that would chirp so welcomingly in the trees surrounding my

This island hadn't been welcoming.

The only thing I can hear is my scream echoing against the walls of my home. The place I was supposed to be my home. I could also faintly hear Blu screeching at an equal tone to my own scream, except Blu was running around like mad around my body.

I roll my head to the side as my eyes roll into the back of my head briefly, providing some pain relief for an odd reason, Seeing my vision blur and pretty white lights enter my vision as my brain shuts down, I start to panic. I was alone here and was about to faint.

I faint too much.

This was meant to be a holiday; a home that I could recover.

I was meant to be on vacation, but no. I had to be here; suffering further.

I pant, snapping out of my dramatic train of thoughts and bring my attention back to the burning flame crawling from my left breast to my throat like an ivy, causing me to choke for air and my scream to die in the deafening twilight night. I gargle, clawing the ground in desperation. Nails tear and shatter against the tiled floor as I wither uncontrollably, somewhat choking for air.

There was no one here to save me; I couldn't get help. But I was resilient and could do this by myself. I didn't need anyone here to help me. That was what I told myself anyway.

So as my head lulled against the tiled concrete like floor, I told myself that whatever was about to happen I could get myself through. I didn't need anyone to help me anymore; I shouldn't rely on other people to help me in this mess. I could do it myself.

I could do this.

And that was my last thought before I drowned under a sea of burning red and oranges, their flames swarming over my floating body as my consciousness left my body and I screamed for someone - anyone to save me from this pain externally; yet know that no one will save me this time.

I didnt need anyone to save me though. I was enough as it was, and I need to recognise that whatever my mind was about to face me with, I could handle.

I didn't need a pretty boy with a gold crown and stromy eyes to save me from the depths of Hell.

(A/N. She is meant to be in a pendulum swing of emotions right now. I thought about editing it, but she is meant to be SWINGING. Her emotions right now are meant to be there, and are meant to be heard by the audience. She is showing a rather normal response to external stimuli presented.)

Resurfacing was easier said than done.

Burning lungs. Freezing hands. Pounding heart. Throbbing head.

Everything hurt initially when I resurfaced. My lungs burnt as if I was deprived from oxygen. My throat was hoarse, as if I was in a desert without enough water to survive and sand had run my voice raw. My head was throbbing, wanting me to roll over and fall unconscious from the consistent pain in order to numb the pain. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head as I resurface in an unknown environment once more.

I hated this. I was constantly dragged into an unknown dimension in my dream and left to roam. For once can I not just sleep, without all the extra bits added on?

I groan against the throbbing pain in my body, the pain radiating from everywhere. Opening my eyes fully, in a somewhat rush to get out of this dream and find the source of the burning heart, I look around. The sun was setting painstakingly slow as I watched on, somewhat fascinated by its beauty. I was in another dream. This time was different. I had physical qualities, this time I was a physical being. I could touch and move things, maybe even feel things and objects as well. This wasn't a typical dream.

This wasn't real either though.

"Nephele." I turn around with immaculate speed, facing the region from where the voice appeared as my hair spun around my head in a loose wave. It was probably a pretty sight if now was the time to think about such a thing. The background to this dream was now fading from the sun setting to a white. The expanse of this box was white. White walls replaced the sun, the white skies replaced the previous purple ones and the white floors replaced the sandy beach that I was situated on. "Do not mind the change in setting Little Cloud. Everything is a mere illusion in this state of consciousness." I purse my lips and take in the individual talking to me.

I was left speechless at the sight in front of me, although I was speechless from the time he had opened his mouth. I knew who this was and I didn't know whether I wanted to kick him or kiss him.

The former seemed the most fun.

"Lucifer." Pathetic – don't even get me started on myself at this point. I really needed to have a word with myself.

It wasn't that I wanted to say his name in such a manner, it was more the way he looked now. He had transformed.

He was taller than he was before. He was easily beyond seven foot now, even if I was an unreliable height measurer. His towering form was well built still, even more so than earlier, and the glamour of his tan skin in the clothing gave him a frighting aura to him. His jawline now looked as though he could cut a knife, not as if it were a knife like it was previously. I also noticed his eyes; they weren't a pretty blue anymore. His hair was dark, as black as the midnights in the outback, and longer than it was previously. His straight midnight hair reached his collar in some places, in both a sexy yet messy way.

And I really didn't want to admit the former.

He was stronger too; his figure having grown more muscular than the last time I saw him which was a mere hour ago in the Castle of the Dead. Funny name I know, I liked how it ran though. The words just fit perfectly for it.

His attire had changed, and he seemed far angrier than he had previously. He was now dressed in a form fitting black top – it was the best way to describe it because I honestly didn't know what it was called – that was not buttoned up or anything and instead had an intricate pattern of silver and gold threading alone the space where the buttons and shoulder seams would sit. Covering the majority of his shirt and shoulders was darkened metallic shoulder plates, the plates spiking up towards his collar and around his neck as well as at the end of the plate; proving to be great protection against an enemy aiming at his arms as they would have been impaled by the black metal. From these dramatic shoulder plates that were laced with gold vines that seemed to be spiralling up his neck along with the shirt and padding, a black cape was hung simplistically. The cape was draped from two gold buttons sitting on either end of his collar bone, the other end of the bone barely visible from the gap between his shirt, neck and shoulder plating. The cape visibly met the floor behind him, leaving him in fully black attire from head to toe. The shirt was fitted with long black slender pants that held no pattern or threading compared to the shirt. The pants however allowed the tone of his thighs to be seen making me both blush and furrow my brows in concern.

Since when was he this big?

I bite my lip, looking him over. He was dressed in black. Entirely black. There were specks of gold, and a minute splash of silver, but everything else was black. His skin may have been now a nice tan, but his hair was black, his clothes black, shoes even black. Even his hair was now black too! There may be a gold crown of vines enshrined with the finest of ruches including what looked to be diamonds, rubies and emeralds, but that didn't discourage him from deciding to go full on with the Black. The only splash of actual colour was in the golden crown and his eyes, which were now glowing a violent red.

"Mea Amare." His voice was deep; deeper than it was previously if that was possible for any male. I take an instinct step back from his highly intimidating form, nibbling on my lip as he looked at me with a kind of animalistic hunger swirling in his orbs.

"Wh-" I stammer for words, totally intimidated by him. "Hi-" I didn't even get to finish my sentence before he stood completely in front of me; one hand wrapped delicately on the side of my neck whilst the other was woven into the side of my waist with a harsh yet soft grip. I gasped out of both fear and shock. Him being close to me wasn't helping my train of thought; and I don't know whether that was a positive remark or a negative one.

"You experienced the change as well." He said as he silently let his fingers run across my jaw to my neck and back again. It was not a calming thing, and instead excited me more than it would have been healthy to admit. What he said also wasn't a question and instead a straight statement, because he knew the answer. "You felt the pain that I was meant to feel." I didn't understand what he was getting at. Was he meant to feel bad about that part or not?

Because I don't know whether he was looking at that like it was a good thing or a bad thing that I felt his pain for him.

However it did tell me that the pain I was previously experiences, even if brief, was in relation to him and whatever just happened to him. Whatever happened to the new Lucifer; which I already had an idea of.

"Mea Amare." It was a mumbled, my eyes still extremely wide as his face came closer to my own and he ran his cheek against mine in an almost affectionate manor.

Almost.

"Wh-" I didn't even finish my sentence before his right hand left my waste and ran over my hip soothingly before reaching my thigh and coming to rest on my rib cage once more. "What are you doing." I whisper, in a dazed state.

"Do you like me touching you amare?" He answers my question with another question.

He was trying to distract me.

The audacity of this Bitch.

I have no words. No surprise at this point either. I did love him looking this way, and I figured it was his inner demon coming out to play a little game with its beloved. However, if he wanted to play that game, I could play it back but make it better.

I will play his game. If he was going to conceal his cards; I'll just conceal my own.

"I-" I stutter rather pathetically. Rather purposely as well. "That's not fair Luci." I smile softly at him, watching the violence in his eyes calm slightly as I give him a million-dollar smile.

Two can play this game Lucifer Morningstar.

He smiles down at me with a sultry smile. His eyes glimmer with mischievous intent, as if he is enjoying this. I knew he was enjoying it.

"I think it is little cloud." He tsks at me, lowering his head so it meets my neck. I gasp softly, both in and out of character as his lips come in contact with the side of my neck. Having had no one kiss me there like that – in the way Lucifer was kissing me right now – just nearly made me loose control over my mission here. I couldn't let him win again. I had to put him in his place.

I however, did let myself enjoy the sweetness of his cloud like kisses. I let myself enjoy the fluttering of my stomach, even if it was only just to play with his head.

"Luci, you can't do that." I say lightly, moving my left hand up to reach into his black hair. Pulling lightly at the roots whilst using my right hand to push him into my neck because I was meant to be enjoying this (and was enjoying this), I let a flutter of my breath out to show him that I liked it.

Everything here was planned.

Somewhat planned anyway.

"I think you want me to do that." It was a whisper, a light stopping of the sweet kiss against the right side of my neck as his tongue run across the delicate skin. He stopped as though he cared about whether I wanted it or not, which did mean a lot because he was maintaining consent. It almost made me feel bad about playing him.

Almost.

I push myself from my tippy toes and into his arms even further, letting his arms catch me as I jumped into the air swiftly. Twisting; I let him catch me with his arms. The move was both done out of my plan and because I just wanted to enjoy a sweet moment with him before I did something drastic.

One leg wraps around his hip, and soon the other followed as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, one still in his hair and the other on his neck sensually. His hand was on my upper thigh, just below my ass whilst the other under my knee. I let out a hearty breath, looking him in the eye as I place myself in a certain position.

I give a slight nod of my head, my heart and mind saying yes for totally different reasons in this exact moment as I give into my desire to kiss him. I feel a solid press against my back, and I know that he has manipulated this space, the white box, to fit his needs; which is me against a wall in this moment.

He leans in rapidly, lips crashing against mine as a hungry animalistic passion is let out. I am surprised by the suddenness of the kiss as he pushes himself onto me even further, and I push my chest forward to gain more contact with the Devil. I let him kiss me, and I let myself kiss him back. The taste of my raspberry Chapstick – which I don't remember putting on recently – passing between us in an erotic dance of lips and tongues.

Kind of gross, I know.

I gasp for breath, panting and chest heaving as I pull away from him. I catch his smile, which was somewhat a smirk as the lipstick I wore that was a blood red now was smudged onto the corner of his mouth. I decided to leave it, let it be a reminder of me.

I lean in once more, his red eyes watching the slightest of my moves as I kiss the corner of his mouth right on the spot of red lipstick before I pull away once more. I rest my head in the corner of his neck, clinging to him like a baby just wanting their parent's warmth.

Pitiful, I know.

I bite my lip at the thoughts of what I was to do, and whether I should do it without him. Tears rose in my eyes as I realise that I never got to properly experience that; never got to experience that loving relationship, whether that be between parent and daughter or lovers. I also tear up at the thought of this whole situation. I knew that this was bad, and whatever was going to happen was going to be bad. I knew that the outcome to this whole thing; whatever this whole thing was is going to be irreversible.

I hated this. I hated this feeling.

Furthermore, no matter how much I really wanted to be cold and ruthless to everyone right now; and I know that I needed to be, I didn't want to be cold and ruthless to him. I hated that some part of me wanted to be with him, despite of his consistent lying. It was toxic, and I needed to find the truth.

I had a plan and I had things to do. I couldn't let Lucifer get in the way.

"Little cloud, tell me what is wrong." His voice was softer than it was before, and it was still the Lucifer that I knew. It was always the Lucifer that I knew, because that's who he was around me regardless of what form he took. He would always be the same towards me.

That thought just made me tear up even more.

I understood that as his inner demon was in control. They were the same person, except this inner demon was more primitive in nature. It was said to be the original form of his existence. Lucifer has been and will always be the God of Death and the Underworld. Since the start of time, across all these Universes and Realms there has been need for these Gods, so he was here since the first realm, if there even is a thing like that. This demon was his first form, a primitive beast by nature that had since expanded in depth and character until it had formed Lucifer or Hades or whatever God of Death one wishes to worship.

I do not understand that whole concept yet, but I was getting there.

"Nothing." I whisper and tighten my hold on Lucifer, allowing myself this one second of peace before all Hell would break loose once more. The strength to which I held up demonstrated to me that I was going to return, and wasn't a goodbye, just a good luck hug for the journey to come.

"Amare, let me help you. Let me come to you." It sounded like he was begging, as if he knew what I was thinking. I wish he wouldn't. I knew that he would always want to help save the day; I wish he wouldn't save me. I needed to do it by myself, and I knew that I couldn't trust him that much anymore. He would always try to hide things from me; to keep me safe maybe but alas, he was still lying.

"Let me help you. Let me take care of you." It was a silent, pleading beg. He couldn't stand that I was alone and in harms way. I get it; you only have one beloved and you cannot get them back (Well maybe he technically could - being the God of Death and all). He couldn't bare the thought of loosing me without him at least being able to try and prevent it.

He hated me not being with him.

It was nice; being wanted. But I couldn't bring him into this.

"I can't." I whisper lightly, pulling away from him as a tear fell from my eye. He didn't make a move to get rid of the tear, demonstrating what we both knew; it was over. There was no fight left to give in this exact moment because Lucifer hadn't been able to track me down precisely and therefore, he couldn't stop me.

He had lost.

Wetting my cheek, the tear kept falling until it fell through the white floor itself. I smiled as I watched the floor ripple as the tear passed through it, knowing that the floor was my way out of this dream.

I had also received information as to why he was here.

"You can." It didn't sound like a request of information and sounded more like a demand. It was said softly nonetheless.

"You hurt me Lucifer. I don't know who to trust. Even if you are my beloved." I whisper the final part, knowing that those words were to hurt him regardless of how true they may be. It was silent for a few seconds, his red eyes boring into mine. His eyes portrayed a sea of calculations and thoughts to a way out of this.

Secretly, I could see he knew that there was none in the sparingly little time he had left in my mind.

"I won't ever lie to you-" I smiled and reached up to his lips, kissing them softly one last time and cutting him off mid sentence. I kiss him out of my own will, the softness of his moist lips combining with my raspberry flavoured Chapstick, hopefully giving him some peace as I cupped his face between my hands which had moved to allow for my next move.

"You said that last time Luci." I pause and look at him in the eyes, knowing that I did want to see him again, but I needed time to both adjust to this life and find the truth of my past. I knew what I was somewhat capable of, and knew who to go ask. "I will see you again, don't worry." I say to him as consolation.

In the precise moment that I said that, noticing that his smile fades and his brow slightly furrows as his intelligent mind works wonders trying to decipher what I am to do, I pull away from him completely. Using the wall and Newtons Third Law (every action has an equal and opposite reaction) against him, I push all the force I can muster into the wall through my body, unravelling my legs from around his waist, and planting them on his chest within a quarter of a second.

With that position, I push him as hard as I can.

He stumbles a metre or two back, not falling over but stumbling enough for me to push from the wall and stand straight. Imaging the wall as non existant as soon as I pushed him, I allow myself space to fall through the floor. This was my mind and I could take control in here, despite Lucifer being able to do so as well.

I know that he was after my location. Even if he had found a way to me, he won't have time to get out of my own mind and get to me before I can leave. I doubt he did find me precisely though.

He maintains eye contact with me, making me smile softly at him as I see his eyes widen. He looks at the floor as I do briefly, before they come back in contact with my own eyes and I can see he knows what I am to do.

"I am sorry." I say quietly into the defeaning silence that this box provides, knowing that Lucifer is still in some form of shock.

I watch his face fall and his eyes shatter with pain as he realises, he has just lost me once more.

"Wait for me Luci." I whisper to him, my hair whispering around my face and voice breathless as I spread my arms and fall backwards into the rippling floor, letting my mind consume me once more. My hair blows past me as it feels as though I am being thrown into a hurricane, white and blonde hair tangling past my eyes as I close them, letting the illusion of this world take me out into the real one. I close my eyes even tighter to hold in the unshed tears from Lucifers scream that ricochets around my mind painfully, the scream all I can hear as I fall down the eye of this hurricane. His screams torment me; an echo ricocheting of the sides of this hurricane and burning a painful memory into my brain that will never let me forget the day that I broke his heart. The memory never letting me forget the suffering I just caused Lucifer.

I hear his scream; his voice in my mind ongoing as I fall deeper into my conscious and eventually awake.

Amongst that scream, I can hear his final words whispered amongst the shadows that sit and watch as an audience in the walls of the hurricane; a vow which he will keep regardless of the ending to this story.

The words which he will prove true, regardless of the type of ending my story has.

"I will find you."

I didnt doubt that he would.

Instead I doubted that he would be able to find me in time.

Word Count is 4568 (Short I know)

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