My Unholy Obsession

Chapter 15 - Lucifer

"Your clothes are on the sink counter when you're done, I'll be waiting for you downstairs." I said, walking out of the bathroom to give her some privacy.

The punishment went exactly how I planned, I was glad it worked but I knew it wouldn't stay this way for long. I had time to think of more though so I didn't stress about it that much.

I picked up Ella's clothes from the floor and put them in a laundry basket, tossing the ripped clothes into the trash. I'll buy her new ones to replace what I ripped, it wasn't expensive.

Well— for me it wasn't expensive, for Ella it was. I didn't mind spending my money on her, she deserved every single penny that was spent just for her. I would spoil her more but I wanted to save that for later on again.

I walked out of my bedroom and went downstairs, following the scent of fresh coffee. I entered the kitchen, Oliver was standing by the counter.

He noticed as I walked in, "Good morning, Lucifer!"

"Good morning, Oliver."

"You want coffee? I made some for everyone!" he asked, pointing to the cups of coffee that he had made.

I took a cup off the counter without another word and took a sip, it was actually pretty good not going to lie.

"Is it good enough for you?" Oliver asked, taking another sip of his coffee.

I gave him a nod and took another sip of the warm, steamy drink.

"Wow, not even a thank you?" he chuckled.

"Shut up or I will throw this at your face."

He let out a chuckle and playfully punched my arm. I was so tempted to punch him in the face but that just felt wrong, he was only teasing around.

"Classic Lucifer. I'll be waiting for you in the dining room, will Ella be joining us against her free will or are you forcing her?" he joked.

"She will be joining us out of her own free will, get out and go sit down, Oliver."

"Will do, Sir! See you there." he replied, walking away to the dining room.

I made sure he left before pouring out the coffee into the drain, taking the other cup of coffee and pouring that one down the drain as well. I assumed that was Ella's cup, but I remembered from our first interaction that she didn't like coffee.

I washed both cups and put them in the drying rack before heading out to the dining room with Oliver. I sat down in my seat and watched as the chef brought over our breakfast.

"You sure Ella is joining us?" Oliver asked, looking over at her empty seat.

"Ella is joining us, she just had to take a shower first." I responded, glancing at the staircase to see if she was coming down soon.

I took a bite out of the French Toast that laid on my plate, it tasted just how I liked. I wasn't a fan of it when I was younger, but growing up, I started developing 'comfort foods' which was mostly things I started liking as I grew up more. Never told anyone about it though, it sounded childish.

The sound of a thud caught me off guard, I was pretty sure it came from the stairwell. I didn't bother to look, I knew that was Ella already.

"What was that?" Oliver asked, looking at the direction of the thud.

"Ella." I replied, taking another bite of my food.

"You're not going to check up on her?" he asked, looking back at me.

"Why would I care? She's tough, she can take care of a tiny incident." I answered, not caring to look him in the face.

"And yet, you baby her so much." he said under his breath, thinking I didn't hear.