Chapter Five

When your bf dumps you over text lol.

By the next day, I'll just swipe away the remnants of time

Now I'm ready to laugh at your shitty jokes and pretend to smile

I'm calling SOS, waiting for your rescue

Only problem is I'm good at hiding all my issues

I'm calling SOS

I'm calling SOS

I stare at the man, the man who deemed himself as Lucifer. Also, the man who just grew giant, undoubtedly beautiful wings. I was astounded, if that description could explain what emotions I was experiencing. What emotions surged through my neural pathways.

My mouth was open slightly, my lips part in awe and fear, neither showing dominance in this situation. I am stumbling for words, my brain thinking too many things, thoughts or trains of thoughts within this moment.

My white lace dress suddenly feels tight on my skin, it being constricting and painful. No, this was a bad thing. My body was giving into a panic attack.

"W-what -" I stutter in fear, my hands pushed out in front of me as if a protection against this man. This monster. His smile is bright and beautiful, a cunning smile. A fox staring down at its prey. I swallow the large lump that had formed in the base of my throat, stopping my questions from leaving my mouth. I stumble backwards slightly, trying not to cower in front of Lucifer's mass being.

"Oh, amica mea," He pauses "This isn't even half of it." His smirk widens, a malicious glint held within the stormy blue orbs that catch my attention. My mouth is open slightly, lips parted as I try to form words, however that fails making myself look like a blabbering fish.

No. No. No. This wasn't possible, it couldn't be possible. It was a lie.

I spin on my heel, the thought of running in god remembers how-many-inch heels seeming to slip my mind as I started running. I ran out the concrete courtyard, myself somehow not falling and dying in the heels as I move with an undoubtfully fast speed for someone wearing heels. I surge forwards, pushing myself around the corner to the left, hopefully remembering the correct way although that didn't really matter as the door would just disappear again. I continued to run, my arms moving in sync with the opposite leg. I do not turn my head. I do not look back. I hear his slow footfalls following me, although he seems to be walking. My shoulder blades move painfully under my stitched skin, the feeling of my stitches potentially ripping not a pleasant one.

"Oh amica, I do love the case however I suggest you stop before you hurt yourself." His words were not threatening but they made my throat clench, and the panic within my veins rise. I find it harder to breathe.

I turn my head, realising my mistake as soon as I do.

My heel slips as my ankle bends outwards. I scream as I fall, my ankle snapping as pain rushes up the side of my shin. I slump against the side of the wall as I fall, my shoulder running straight into the wall. I bite my lip and look over to the man who calls himself Lucifer. He expression shows worry, it very different to what his expression was showing earlier. I shake my head, my shoulders shaking as panic finally sets in fully.

And that, my friend, is why you don't run in heels.

I had not experienced a panic attack in months.

My head feels heavy and my mind starts to blur. I know I was about to fall into a full-fledged panic attack. Pathetic really, I know. I hated this so much.

Don't do it body. Do not do it now, in front of him.

The world started to spin relentlessly as my panic started to set in. This was bad. As a sign of weakness, I could not fall under at this point in time. It would be cowardly and pathetic. I stumbled backwards further, my vision spinning from side to side as my heart rate picked up violently. It was hard to stop these once they had started. Almost impossible and I knew this one was unstoppable. My throat constricted painfully as my windpipe shut down. I looked above towards the man in panic as his giant wings circled closer, the pair of Lucifer's running towards me from two directions. My vision was double.

I pushed and clawed at anything in my path in protection of myself. My fingers met flesh as I pushed them person away, the wall being a steady and stable support for my flailing body.

"Hey, Hey, Hey." A voice appeared through the pounding of my ears; the dark shadow loomed over me like a tsunami about to crash ashore. I push my arms out and struggle, falling to the floor dramatically. My mind and body were disconnected, them both thinking and doing separate things. I lay on the probably not so dirty concrete; or maybe the marble floor, insecurely, feeling pathetic as I give into the panic attack.

I watch lightly, my eyelids half closed as the mans - Lucifer's white wings surround me in warmth and comfort. Half the cells in my body wanted to stay in his comfortable embrace that somehow clamed me down in my own panic. The other half wanted to get away, the sane half of me wanted to hate the part of me that enjoyed his embrace. The hateful half of me won.

I struggle out of his hold, trying to get away but my energy is diminished and I am weak. I slump against the concrete pillar but continue to shake my head, hopefully telling him that I don't want to be touched by him.

I watch as my vision blurs and feel as my eyes roll into the back of my head. Everything since then becomes hazy as I succumb to the darkness that awaits thereafter.

The pain accustomed with awaking was horrible, the pounding headache that rattled my skull was indescribable, it being worse than my normal migraines that I receive every three months. A permanent price to pay for what had be done a while ago.

My eyes are shut tight, myself squeezing them shut tightly before opening them, the room I was concealed in the dark. I grumble lowly, trying to clear my throat. I bit my lip as I start to sit up, the pain radiating through my back, shoulder and lower leg becoming unbearable the further I sit up. I push myself up, pushing through the pain before finally resting against the broad headboard of the bed. I rest my arms after the puny yet successful attempt to reach a sitting position. I breathe slowly, calming my racing heart. I take this time to assess the room, myself not finding it necessary to observe beforehand. It was not like I could escape and if Lucifer wanted to kill me, he would have already, which means I am alive for a reason.

I was in the same beautiful dark room as earlier, the curtains closed with orange light coming through the cracks of the curtains. The black sheet covered by body, the silky soft fabric sliding smoothly against my recently waxed legs. The sheer black curtains where draped down covering the floor of the side of the bed, hiding the actual bed from the rest of the room. I furrowed my eyebrows as I peered outside the curtain, seeing everything in the same place as it had been when I left. Except this time there were two large doors gracing the wall. Two large mahogany doors that could disappear and reappear within a second.

I swung my legs off the bed two seconds too fast, resulting in the sharp pain scurrying up the outside of my left shin. I bit my lip roughly to keep in my scream which threatened to escape my throat.

Weak.

I took a deep breath but faltered when I heard the scurrying footfalls outside the doors.

"Don't do it again Lucifer, he will scare her more and she will leave." A small female voice was heard, followed by a rough growl.

"You don't think I know that? He took over, he wanted her submission and for the first time in a millennium he was uncontrollable Lil. Except when he saw her fall his thoughts changed, it was different. He acted different." The male voice followed. I knew who it was. A pleasurable shiver runs up my spin and I push the strange thoughts that plague my head away.

"Lucifer, maybe it is because it is her. She is the one, she is yours just as you are meant to be hers. God has given you this gift so protect her as such. You know she is a miracle in your world, don't waste it." Their footfalls stop short of the door, their hushed whispers quiet.

"I was going to regardless. I just do not want to cause her harm."

"You will not. Trust yourself my friend." What does that even mean? So many questions plagued my mind as the twin doors opened, the doorknob forcefully smashing into the wall with so much force I was partially concerned about the walls condition. Replacing the doors was the standing figure of Lucifer, a smaller woman by his side.

Our eyes connect and time slows, the storm behind his eyes wild and untamed. His eyes hold worry and concern as they roam my figure, the thought of his look on me making heat rush to my cheeks. The sheer curtain does nothing to block me from his view, my body positioned to be half sitting past the curtain.

"Nephele." His voice sounds strained and rough as he steps into the largely open room. I purse my lips as my eyes stay locked on his, no malice detected in the glassy orbs. I go to stand but before I can the woman by his side speaks.

"I would not do that just yet." Her voice was powerful yet soft, a voice sounding like it came from a Queen.

I shook the thought from my head as jealousy rose in the pit of my stomach. I creased my eyebrows ignoring the strange feeling and look over at both of them carefully. Lucifer speaks for her, answering my unasked question.

"You tore a ligament yesterday. I had it healed but I do not want you walking just yet. Precautions." His words left more unanswered questions. A torn ligament could not heal within a day, four weeks at the least. Medical student knowledge. And what happened last night? Was I dreaming or did Lucifer, or the man if last night was a dream, really grow wings?

"Eve. Please leave us." His voice was low but the girl bowed her head in submission towards him and then towards me before exciting the suite in hurried steps, closing both doors behind her.

So not a Queen then. I couldn't help the warm feeling that filled my chest. Pushing that strange emotion away I gulped silently, watching the man - Lucifer, if yesterday did in fact happen - approach me slowly, like he was approaching prey.

"Good Morning Nephele." He says slowly, sitting on the couch facing opposite my position on the bed.

"Morning." I mumble quietly, my throat scratchy and sore however I do not let it stop me from replying. He notices me, his eyes narrowing before he stands intimidatingly tall before reaching to the side of me and handing a small glass of water that had not been there before. I smile in small gratitude as I slowly drink it, my eyes closed and my senses on alert. After a few seconds, the water is gone leading me to gently place the glass back down on the table. I did not make eye contact with Lucifer although his piercing gaze could be felt on me at all times.

I cleared my throat before facing him, my feet not touching the ground.

"How are you feeling?" His question surprised me as yesterday he did not seem to care. Or if he did, he had a bad way of showing it. I narrow my eyes slightly at his question, wary of the man's intention. I nod my head towards him, foundling my hands together in my lap and playing with them. I do not know what to say or even how to say what I would normally say.

A 'thank you' just doesn't seem fitting.

Everything that has occurred over the past two days, if it has been two days, has caught up to me. Being assaulted, kidnapped and nearly eaten alive by the man standing in front of me, although he wasn't the one to assault me, has taken a toll on my mental capacity at the moment. I was confused and scared, although I would not let them know of the latter emotion. I could not be seen as weak.

"You took quite the fall mea amica. You had a panic attack as well." He states the obvious, his voice dropping to a quiet murmur as he speaks the last part. I bite my lip and nod once more, not knowing what to say.

"I am sorry Paulo Nympha" He whispers, his arms folded over his knees and his eyes trying to meet mine from under my hooded glance. My head shoots up from looking down at my fingers to meet his stormy eyes. Why does he call me such?

Little Nymph. I certainly wasn't little. I was just above average height for my age and weight, therefore tall. What annoyed me more was the he was calling me lover names. I wasn't his lover, nor do I intend to be. Hopefully never will once he understand that he has the wrong girl and can go prank another with his silly antics.

I do not know what to say. "It's okay?" sounds a typical answer but things were not okay. I was mentally freaking out and I needed somewhere to escape, not only from this palace but my own head.

"Okay." I say, my voice barely auditable. I watch as he smiles lightly.

"The doctor had your ankle looked at. It should fully recover by tomorrow." He hums as he leans back in the seat, seemingly happy with my response.

"Torn ligaments don't recover in a day." I deadpan. I was right. Torn ligaments do not heal in a day, rather six weeks of therapy, including the possible surgery. He was hiding something. He eyes scan over mine quickly, an emotion surfacing roughly before concealing itself within his stormy eyes. I crease my eyebrows slightly before awaiting his reply.

"Oh." He said quietly, his eyes calculating as they roam over me. "Here we have special medications and healing techniques that heal things faster." He hums, being very vague. I bite my lip hard and narrow my eyes at the intruding man.

"Where exactly is here? Adding to that what technique did you use on me?" I ask, trying to get the answers out of this man. He was physically stronger than me but was he mentally and strategically?

Lucifer's, as I thought previously – if that is his name and this isn't just some creeps cruel prank, eyes roam my face, searching for something. He hums lowly and closes his eyes before reopening them, them being a deep and dark red. I yelp and jump back on the bed, shots of fear shooting through my abdomen. He doesn't stand, only stares. His eyebrows crease before his eyes close once more. This time when they are reopened, they are their normal stormy blue. A colour which I somehow find comforting, however that is not important or true as of now.

"Minus Amare, you get frightened so easily?" His statement was more of a question rather than a statement. I give him a strange look, not knowing what to say in reply to him calling me 'little' once again. It was a strange thing to say, except it sounding even stranger to say that it was strange when he clearly just changed his eye colour.

"Oh." His voice was different and so was his personality and aura. He seemed dangerous now, scary even. He changed within seconds. My heart rate accelerated and I was undoubtfully frightened. His head was looking around the room thoughtfully, his eyes snapping towards me within an instant.

"You are scared of me." His conclusion didn't leave room for any discussion. He knew the answer anyway; I would not have answered. Although somehow, I did.

"You have kidnapped me and have not told me anything." I reply back, avoiding his eyes and sightly calming myself before allowing myself to actually meet his eyes. When I did, they were already on me, holding me in place if that was possible.

"Amare, I would never hurt you, or let harm come to you." Was his answer, except it wasn't an answer to my unasked questions. He never answers the question. He always avoids it and it is getting annoying. If I am to be held captive here then at least tell me why. I need a reason. Need some logic behind a stupid-ass plan that sounds ludicrous in regards to kidnapping me.

"That is not what I asked though." I softly say, not looking him in the eye mostly out of fear. I don't know how to act. I don't know who he is. What he is like or what are his intentions? For all I know he has been after me for a year and has finally kidnapped me, planning to torture and kill me eventually.

Should I be scared or should I feel comfortable? I was kept in this lavish room yet it felt as though I was trapped. I was trapped, not allowed to go home even though I had not asked that question. I knew the answer.

I had to get out of here.

The thoughts that shrouded my mind, making it hazy; all told me to stay. I couldn't stop the small feeling in my chest every time he looked at me, even last night. I couldn't push down the butterflies in my stomach every time he spoke to me. I needed to get away from this place. I needed to get away so I didn't catch Stockholm syndrome and fall deeper into this man's web of lies.

"Nephele." His voice snaps me from my thoughts and I lift my head to meet his eyes once more, it seeming polite. I hum in reply for him to continue.

"There are some things I cannot answer amare. However, I have a deal." I nod along with him, his eyes clouded in amusement and cunningness as they rake over my face. I bite my lip harder, disliking the way his eyes roam my body but hating the way butterflies bloom in my abdomen at his provocative action.

I think about what this could entail, what this deal revolves around. I was scared undoubtfully, frightened of what power this man holds. Not only over my body but what powers he actually has. It was evident that he was not human, I wasn't dumb yet. The way he moved silently yet so fast was not natural, the way he spoke was old fashioned, although that did not prove he was not of human decent.  The thing that did prove he was not human was how the man grew wings. Beautiful white wings that should not be natural, for a human anyway.

He had to be different and the fact that those myths and legends about angels, demons, gods and fantasies were possibly true scared me. I could not even phantom to think about what this discovery could mean. I was beyond scared when my thoughts went there, to the place where you are forced to think about such things.

I gulped, nodding out of my daze and meeting his eyes once more. He smiles wickedly at me, before his smile changes and so does the aura around him. His whole persona changes from a deadly calm to a perceptive calm, his eyes still the blue, only less angry or red. He seems to visibly relax only a little, making it almost certain that there was a change within him.

It was strange how I could notice all the small little details about him just by looking at him. The man had a scar on his left eyebrow, tiny but surely there. His hair wasn't exactly white as shiny platinum blonde streaks shone through it. His eyes seemed dangerous, the blue sparkling, attracting almost before the grey pulled your focus and you were frightened by what was lurking inside.

"Nephele." His voice rings through the haze in my head. "Do you want to hear the deal?" He asks, almost tauntingly. I slowly nod my head, cautious of every sudden movement the man makes. I knew I never told him my name, I knew that it was a dangerous thing for him to randomly know my name, however I did not ask yet. I will, but not yet. I need to figure out how to get out of this place in the meantime.

I nod my head, wanting to hear his terms. The pause between my action and his response was deafening. My heart beat thudded in my ears as the blood rushed through my veins. I wanted him to cut the suspense and just tell me but I would never say that. My anxiety was spiking as he took his time, seconds seeming like mere hours.

"You have to say my name." He pauses. "Say my name and I'll answer anything I can answer." I crease my eyebrows, wondering what he was on about. He smiles at me, the smile more of a smirk as he looks over my confusion. I shake my head slowly, wondering what he meant.

"Say my name Nephele and I will answer the questions you want to be answered, to a degree anyway." What power does a name have? Why is his name important in this? More importantly, which name did her refer to?

I was confused. So confused to what this man meant. I watch him as he stands from his spot of the couch and advancing slowing towards me. I do not move nor faulter as he makes his way over to me. I keep my eyes on him the entire time, his looming figure standing over me. He bends down quietly and comes to kneel, if that's what you call it, in front of me, his eyes barely reaching mine. I keep the eye contact, the thoughts in my head clouding my judgment of many things.

Something in me wants me to say his name. Wants me to give him whatever power his name holds over me.

"Say it amare." His voice was rough yet gentle, coaxing me to wanting to say his name more. My breathing stills for a second before being let out at how close the man is to me. I look down into my lap and play with my fingers quietly, eyebrows creased and trains of thoughts rushing through my mind.

What could he possible gain in his advantage by saying his name?

I close my eyes, not knowing how to react or what to say in general. I release a small gasp when to warm fingers lift my chin up, my chin resting between his index finger and thumb as he brings my eyes up to his own. I take a small breath before releasing it slowly, having made the decision I most likely would never make again.

"Say it amare, I want to hear you say my name." His voice was getting demanding and tones of impatience were clear. Why does this matter to him so badly? I take one more breath, closing my eyes and calming down my raging heart, clearing my mind before doing as the man says.

"Lucifer." The words are whispered from my lips, the air around us becoming tight as my eyes meet his once more. His face was bright, the smirk on his lips was not sadistic yet something that did scare me. Deception was evident on his face and I wondered what this did. What does his name have anything to do with my kidnapping?

More confusion circled my head but it was taken away less than five seconds later when my chest squeezed and mind blurred, pain erupting in the two places. I gasped loudly as the pain forced my back to arch before and head to pound. It felt like a band was snapped inside my skull, the visible black band snapping into place linking me to something. My chest squeezed tighter as my eyes rolled into the back of my head, this band causing so many new emotions and thoughts to crash over my own in waves.

Within a second the pain was gone and what was left terrified me. I did not know what this was, nor did I want to find out. The pitch-black band hid in the depths of my thoughts, visible and noticeable yet silent. I could feel its presence as reality began to reoccur to me. I could feel it as I looked into the man's eyes once more, a little piece of concern etched onto his face.

"Wha- What did you do to me?" I screech and jump back on the bed, screaming in the process at him to stay away. He smiles sadly at me, the concern now morphing into worry as he stands. He laughs coolly, his eyes roaming my body for a few seconds before he steps away from the bed.

"I did what I intended to do for a long-time little cloud." His words were once again deceiving. I swallow my fear and look at him from my position on the bed, a position that allowed me to move if in fact he did attack me.

"I made you mine amare." He says. "And no one will take you away now, not even yourself." His words were harsh and cold, yet somehow gentle and soft resulting in butterflies to erupt in my abdomen. He walks out of the room with four strides, closing the door behind him, however the door not disappearing as usual. I want to yell after him and ask for answers. I want to cry and beg for him to let me go home.

The worst part is that I want him to hold me in his embrace and tell me everything is alright.  A part of me wants him to do things that no virgin shall ever think about.

A part of me wants him.

And so, the man, Lucifer, left me the room to fend for myself regarding the demons that plagued my head. He left me to hide from the questions and ideas that were ninety percent about him.

Worst of all, he left me to my own nightmares without even realising it.

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