Chapter Four

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All the good girls go to hell

'Cause even God herself has enemies

And once the water starts to rise

And heaven's out of sight

She'll want the devil on her team

Nephele's POV

Chapter Four - Oh My God

The mans face looked like it was sculpted from marble. The smirk on his face was vague, not giving away his intentions or thoughts. His lip twitched a little, forming a small smile rather than  a smirk but I didn't let the action deceive me. The man's suit was all black. Black dress shirt under and black jacket. His black jeans or pants, I couldn't tell, matched his shiny black shoes. His dress shirts buttons were popped showing some tan skin under the clothes he wore. I shamelessly looked him over, mainly for any visible weapons he might have concealed to kill me with but he didn't need to know that yet. I raise my eyes to meet his, except his are still on my dress. Specifically my chest area. Tingles of electricity run to my stomach at his gaze however I do not falter. His eyes sparkle the grey-blue mixture churning with unseen emotions.

I clear my throat lightly and his gaze darts back up to my own blue eyes. His smile lifts at little more but drops as soon as he starts to speak.

"Evening illuminatio mea." His eyes bore into mine, the colours spectacular to gaze at. I, however, snap out of the attractive-induced daze and narrow my eyes at him

My light.

I was not 'his' nor a 'light'. He chuckles and takes a step closer to me. I shiver, my body already betraying me as the close proximity between us not helping the electricity in the air. I stand my ground, not stepping back as he takes another step closer. I narrow my eyes further at him, wary of his every movement.

"My cloud, we have already gone through this." He pauses, his eyes flashing a deep scarlet red before returning to the beautiful blue-grey. "I am not to harm you little cloud. You can fight all you want but I will win. I always win, always have and most likely always will." His words turn dark, threats lacing the double entendre words. I leave my face blank, not giving him the satisfaction of my fear.

"I will never hurt you." He finishes subtly. His words are now softer, almost caressing in a way. His hand comes to the small of my back surprisingly, me being to distracted by his 'show' to notice his movement. I don't resist when we start walking, his hand still warm on the small of my back. The area buzzes with metaphorical sparks, it seeming to cliché to be real. I shudder under his touch, the pad of his thumb drawing small circles on my spine. I look back at him over my should, the man being two steps behind me. His eyes are hooded as they glare at the somehow non-painful wound on my back. His gaze is intense and the air around us changes from a somewhat calm to a ravenous blaze of anger. I pull my eyes back to the hallway he directed me down, it being dark and long.

The hallway was large. Large obsidian coloured walls spanning the whole of the way down, gruesome pictures lining the walls every few metres. Other corridors and even larger hallways shone as we passed them, there dark blood red and obsidian colours shining to me. Even window we crosses was covered by a blood reed sheer curtain, restricting the already limited view out to the world wherever we were. This place was dark yet somehow lit beautifully. The floor was soft under my heels yet somehow appeared to be black and gold marble, the gold matching the furnished edges and sills of the walls and windows. Somehow the windows were open, the sheer blood reed curtain blowing in giving the whole hallway an eerie vibe. I look up to the roof and gasp in awe. The ceiling is an illusion, most likely projections. The ceiling looks to be floating, the starry night shining above with twinkling stars and a few dark blue clouds scurrying along the sky line then disappearing into the wall. The scene was so hard to describe, the sky seeming to be right above me yet at the same time not, it being restricted by the obsidian black walls. I look back down at myself and notice how I stand out among it all. The white against black, it must have been on purpose.

My dress seems so different to the rest of this palace. This palace being deemed the palace of mazes.

"Beautiful isn't it?" His voice appear next to my ear and I jump. I turn to him, my smile falling a little. His voice was warm and rough, giving me a feeling he wasn't just referring to the ceiling I was previously admiring. I blush a little at the thought of that, shaking it away before it can become more than just a quick thought and nod to him.

"It is." I murmur, these my first words of the night. I can sense the shock on his face at my reply but I do not turn. I do not want him to get to know me no matter how much this man aspires to. I hear him clear his throat despite him being next to me. I bit my lip to keep myself from turning and looking at this man

"We are having dinner on a private balcony tonight little cloud. It over looks the garden. I believe you will like it very much." He words echo through the grand hallway. The lump in my throat grows bigger when he calls me 'little cloud', it seeming almost natural in nature for him to call me as such. I nod my head, not trusting my words at this point in time. His hand touches the small of my back and I jump, hissing in pain as my shoulder blades roll into my scabbing skin. His hand remains, his thumb running small circles in comfort as the burning pain disappears as soon as it reappeared.

"You should be more careful little cloud, your back is not looking as well as it should be." I scowl lowly at him, my glare cold as I met his eyes.

"I would not have jumped if it were not for your wondering hands. I would prefer if you keep your hands to yourself." My words were not kind but kind enough as I was in his house. I did not know what was in store for myself at this moment.

His hand releases from my back and is placed up in a surrendering position. I lower my glare and turn back to walking, the man stepping in front of me once more. He leads the way, through the twisting and turning hallways, the path already a forgotten memory within my mind. I was never going to get out of here within his help. I had guessed the man had done this on purpose, us passing the same hallway three times in the past five minutes.

Make the four times.

He was definitely doing this on purpose. He knew I would get lost if he did this, and I was normally fairly good at orientation and navigation. Obviously this doesn't apply to the place I was in now. I narrow my eyes at his back, hoping he wouldn't bring us around the same picture on the same wall for the fifteenth time in a row, my anger out of hunger more than aggression.

"I can feel your frustration from here amica mea." His words were strange. I didn't like how he called me 'my love', moreover I didn't like how his words affected my chemical reactions called hormones and emotions. It was stupid and idiotic for me, or my body to be reacting in such a way to this man, a man who I didn't even know the name of yet. I didn't say anything in response, instead I just continued to glare at this mans back.

"Luckily for you, we have arrived at our destination amica." Love. That is what he called me in whatever language I could now somehow understand. He takes a step aside, revealing an entryway to a medium sized garden which stood within a court yard. It was impossible to describe and I was too busy being frustrated at the man to notice the impending doors.

It was beautiful upon look at it, it being a very common occurrence in this house, or castle. Whatever proved to be first I assume. The courtyard as clean and tidy, the rasping tendrils of the green ivy that laced the engraved concrete, the small pillars seemingly very ancient in texture and look.

My heels clicked against the concrete stone beneath my feet as I was somehow lead over to the white cottoned table in the centre of the courtyard. I look up in awe as the stary-night time look in the hall, that had somehow looked like the Harry Potter dining hall within the movies, had disappeared being replaced with the bright burning orange of the sky, colours such as pink and red being thrown into the colour mix above our heads. The sun must be setting I guess, it being the only explanation for such burning colours to appear.

But then why wouldn't I be able to look outside my curtain earlier today? And why would the curtain disappear within my fingers? Furthermore, how did the door just disappear and reappear like it was just there?

The voice at the back of my mind spoke the obvious. It spoke the truths that my stupidity often swatted away, which it just had once again. The man steps in front of me once more, pulling out the impending white chair and nudging his head in meaning for me to have a seat. I pick up the edge of my skirt to the dress, the thought of running familiar to my mind however myself somehow deciding against it. I need to work out where I was first as well as how to escape. I narrow my eyes slightly, my eyes analysis every possible situation to arise within the next few minutes. This action occurs within seconds.

I take a seat with a small mumbled 'thank you'. I watch intently as the man walks slowly over to the other side of the for-two seated table. He takes a seat and almost instantly the impending and overwhelming smell of food grows as two people, one male and one female appear. They place down two plates, one in front of me and the other in front of the man before they walk out in a rush without saying a word. I crease my eyebrows at this, it being strange for them not to address the man they were serving. As a waitress, isn't that normal?

"Dip in little cloud, the food was just made. I heard it is your favourite." The way he said it was alluring and dangerous, almost tempting me to eat with his words. Almost. I look back down at my food with a questioning look. and it wasn't because it looked bad. It looked wonderful, smelled even better and I can bet tasted even better than that but I knew that he could have added drugs to it.

"I did not mea amica. I would never do something like that to you or anyone. Especially you however." His words somehow warmed my heart a little, the butterflies in my stomach fluttering at his words. I blush as he reaches over with a clean fork and taking a piece of the spaghetti as well as a meatball, which I was undoubtedly eyeing, before eating it whole.

"See? I promise I will not try to drug you whilst you are under my care." His words hold a double meaning and I knew it. What does the 'under my care' part mean, possibly that if I were to escape I would be drugged and eaten alive? Most likely although I am not the tasty I think. I haven't eaten myself yet so.

I nod my head, dismissing all the previous thoughts, and pick up my thought. I dig in straight away, eating humanly however. I was hungry but I didn't want to destroy the dress yet.

Time passed within seconds and soon enough I had finished the dinner. It was delicious, those words not even covering it's taste.

"It was very good. Thank you." I mumble not meeting his eyes although watching as a smile broke out on the mans face.

"Thank you mea amica, I cooked it just before I went to retrieve you." My eyes shoot up to his. He can cook? Moreover, he can cook good food? Wow.

To say I was surprised was an understatement. He chuckles at my reaction, shaking his head in some unseen emotion.

"Now, since you are" He taps his chin in thought. "calm, we can speak. Firstly any questions?" I nod my head with a questioning glare. I had a million questions that would most likely lead to unanswered answers. He moves his hand forward, it rolling as an indication to speak although I somehow couldn't. I stumbled for words as I didn't know what to ask first.

"Why am I here?" The words tumble from my lips and I almost cringe at how stupid it sounded. I watch him intently as his facial expression changes from wonder to determination then to something else.

"Because. I cannot tell you until next week but I will tell you." I scoff. He can't even tell me why I am here. This is stupid.

"Of course." I mumble under my breath, mentally glaring at him.

"I am sorry my love but I cannot tell you until seven days from now." I roll my eyes at his partially cryptic answer. Fine. If he wants to play games for the next week, I can too.

"Fine. Why can't I look outside the window?" I raise an eyebrow at this, automatically awaiting another cryptic response. He answers almost instantly

"Because I want you to be accepting." There we have it, the cryptic and unanswered yet answer to the flipping question. I narrow my eyes further getting frustrated at this man. In a snap my eyes grow wide before returning to their narrowed state. I forgot about that stupidly. How could I forget about that?

"Fine." I sigh. "Can you answer what your name is?" I ask knowing he has no way out of answering this. I meet his stormy blue eyes in a flash, the glint behind then almost evil yet somehow comforting. He smirks, his lips peeling apart leaving a small smile.

"Yes I can little cloud." He hums, however not answering the question. I roll my eyes and decide to ask again, my somehow wrongly worded question earlier not being definite enough for him.

"What is your name then?" I purse my lips in annoyance, leaning back in my chair, my legs cross and heel firmly planted on the ground. I watch closely as he leans forward and looks me in the eyes. The emotion behind his blue orbs are hard to detail. There is like a wall between what he is feeling and what he is projecting and somehow it was annoying me more.

"Well mea amica." He pauses for a few seconds. " I go by many names." The smirk on his face was scary. Not just scary but frightening and intimidating.

"Yan Wang. Satan. Pluto. Hades. The Devil. Shinigami." He finishes coolly, his voice harsh and cold, a rather large difference to what he had used with me previously. Two of the names I barely knew, the rest being what I had studied in high school, one of my favourite subjects. Apart of some of my favourite books as well.

Satan was the Devil, the Devil being a demon of Evil, some perceiving the demon as the God of Hell.  Hades, the Greek God of the Underworld, the Christian Hell. Pluto, the Roman God of the Underworld. Satan, The King of Hell, also a devil of evil within some other religions.

These must all be names of the God of Death, or an equivalent, from different languages. What was he saying? He was the God of Death. Highly unlikely considering these things are all myth and legends which have no proof. Religion is based on Humans hopes for someone to be looking over them, someone to be the greater being and someone to connect with. Someone who will listen to them. It is based on psychological developments within the Human Brain, the need to have a connection, social, emotionally or mentally, with someone or something. Some religions where created to keep the people in order, to keep the people under their rule. History has proven this through King Henry the Eighth and his development of the Church of England and his desire to get around divorce. People with power created religions so they could hold and use their power, over the people as well as to get around problems they faced. Rich people problems.

What this man was saying is insane.

(A/N This is not an opinion on the whole religious shit. To be honest, it inst meant to offend anyone and it is clearly her opinion, a fictional characters opinion. You have your beliefs and I have mine and in no way is this opinion above mine. If it offends you, this book most likely ins't for you. I did put warnings in the first chapter as well so.)

I stare at him with wide eyes and a creased forehead. He smirks at me and opens his mouth once more.

"However, I prefer to go by the name Lucifer. To be honest, it sounds much better than Satan and Yan Wang, don't you think little cloud?" His words are sarcastic almost, wit being laced within every development of the word. I narrow my eyes slightly, challenging his arrogantly scripted attitude.

His smile falls when I remain silent for more than ten seconds. I watch him even more intently than I had been earlier, my eyes picking up every movement the man made. He stands and makes his way to the middle of the concrete court yard, his eyes never leaving mine for a second. I shuffle on my seat, allowing me the space to run incase he turns into a monster or some voodoo shit thing. I swallow the large lump that starts to form in the base of my throat, it not going away. Dread fills the pit of my stomach simultaneously, the feeling that something bad was going to happen not going away.

The man, Lucifer, shrugs his blazer suit off, it being chucked somewhere to the side carelessly. I was anticipating what was to come, yet somehow dreading it at the same time. I blink staring at his figure, trying not to look at his defined torso that is seen through the thin fabric of his shirt nor the muscles that are rippling under the fabric of his arms. I try my best to keep my eyes on his, which star at me all the same as they have for the past thirty seconds.

"Get ready mea amica." His words held meaning, a caring undertone somehow visible through his facial expression.

I continue to watch as the man who wants to be known as Lucifer rolls his shoulders carefully before closes his eyes. I wait for a few pregnant seconds, the air between us heavy with tension and wait. I expected nothing to happen if I were to be honest. I expected him to start laughing and telling me his real name, or tell me this was a joke set up by Angelina or Nick.

What I didn't expect was for pure white wings to suddenly fill the air surrounding us. I didn't expect the beat of their wings to send the air around us into full blown submission. I didn't expect the cold truth that this man, the man who was deemed Lucifer just formed wings at his own will, wings that look to span thirteen feet across. and almost drag behind him in length. This man, Lucifer had the look of pleasure and ease on his face.

I gasped in both awe and fear as his wings narrowed before elongating, beating the air once more.

"Do you believe me now little cloud?" His smirk was cocky and facial expression arogant

And for the second time since I had been in his care, I was a loss for words.

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