Synching With the Devil's Son

WiChapter 95

Lucien's P.O.V.

I keep Bella in my embrace when she gathers her courage to turn and meet my family. I don't know where she gets the strength to handle first facing her attackers, then a few minutes later meeting God. Her character is showing, and I have to agree with my Grandfather, she truly is one of his best and brightest.

My father is antsy, I can feel him shifting back and forth, and when he cannot wait another minute, he asks what they are all doing here. Then SHE appears. My mother, the woman who abandoned us and left us to flounder and come apart at the seams without her. I hear my Dad whisper her name, and I'm too stunned to do anything but stare at her. Bella, however, is not struck down in stupefaction, and is the first to move. She disengages from my embrace and takes a few steps toward my Mother, stopping in front of her. "You are Lucien's Mother?" she asks quietly.

I can see the tears streaming down my mother's face, and she turns away from my father to look at Bella. She nods, holding her hands out, and Bella grasps them tightly, pulling my mother into a fierce embrace. "Your husband and your son have missed you terribly," Bella manages to say. I'm thankful she did because my Dad and I have been rendered speechless. My mother continues to cry in Bella's arms when my Grandfather begins to speak.

"It's been brought to my attention that one of my wayward children has been keeping Catherine's soul locked away so she could not return to her family." I hear my father hiss and then he lunges toward my Grandfather.

"WHO WAS IT?" he bellows, his demon emerges with a vengeance and the temperature in the area raises ten degrees.

"Samael," Raphael says, laying a hand on my father's shoulder. "We have taken care of it," he says gently, trying to calm my Dad down. I'm not sure I want him to calm down as my anger starts to simmer as well. What the fuck is going on here? My mother's been held against her will to prevent her from coming back to us? Who would do such a thing?

"You've taken care of it?" my father howls. "You've taken care of the centuries of grief and despair my son and I endured?" he spits, throwing Raphaels hand off his shoulder. "If anybody is going to take care of it," he growls, "it's going to be me. Who was it?" he demands of his father, his voice poisonous.

"I understand your anguish Samael," my Grandfather says gently, "I was quite irate myself."

My Dad looks like he's about to explode. He paces in front of his Father, and I can tell he is trying valiantly to get himself under control. "You're omnipotent, how did you not know what was going on? How did you not see the anguish and self loathing I went through, that Lucien went through? I have to punish whoever did this Dad, tell me who it was!" he snarls, his eyes flaming.

"I cannot let you wreck havoc in Heaven, son," my Grandfather says softly. "The perpetrator has been dealt with, I assure you."

As they are speaking, I see my Mother disengage from Bella and walk over to my father. He startles when she touches his arm, and swings around to look at her. Morphing back into his human form, he falls to his knees and grabs my mother around her waist, burying his face into her belly. His body starts convulsing as his sobs overtake him. I hear him grind out, "Catherine...Catherine....you don't' know..." his grief is evident and shamelessly displayed for all of us to witness. "For years I tried to understand what I did to make you leave us." I can see my mother crying just as hard, running her fingers through my father's hair. "I figured I was at fault. I know I'm not the easiest...but Lucien? What did I do to make you hate me so much you would abandon our son?" He takes a shuddering breath and stands up, caressing the side of her face. "Then to find out you've been imprisoned, purposefully kept from returning to us? I want to, no I need to, deal with whomever is responsible," he admits, his eyes flashing red.

"Shhh, no Samael," I hear my mothers dulcet voice for the first time in centuries. "I love you, I would never abandon you or Lucien." She turns to me and opens the arm she's not clinging to my father with, asking me to come to her. I look at Bella who has tears streaming down her face, and walk toward my parents. When I'm close enough, my mother's arm comes around me and I realize I'm crying just as hard as my father. "Oh my beautiful boy," she sobs. Her scent, that warm soothing essence of my childhood, brings back all the glorious memories I shoved savagely away when I thought she left us. My arms go around her and my father, and we stand that way, crying over our grief at the long separation, the feelings of abandonment, and the resurgence of our love for each other.

"I honestly don't remember what happened," my mother starts telling us quietly. "One moment I was with you and the next I was in a white room with no doors or windows." I feel my father tense under my embrace. "I thought it was some kind of holding room," she continues quietly, "but the days turned to years, turning to an endless nothingness. I passed the time thinking about you two, wondering what you were doing and if you were happy."

"We were not happy, Mom," I tell her. "Not without you. I was acting out, blaming Dad for my pain for centuries. Once we accepted your chose Heaven over us, we found a rhythm and it's been better, right Dad?" I ask him.

My Dad nods and my Mom says, "I would never chose anything over either of you, you have to know that."

"Michael," my father hisses, the anger and vehemence in his voice echos throughout the forest. He lets go of my mother and I and turns to face my Grandfather and Uncles, keeping us behind him. "You tell that sanctimonious prick he better never let me see a hair on his body or I will destroy him," he rages, and it is suddenly apparent how dangerous my father really is. I've never seen him lose complete control, and I never want to. I hear Bella whimper and watch, in disbelief, my Uncles surround my Grandfather, as if they're there to protect him from my father's wrath.