Astrea thought she was alone in the world, until she discovered that she had been "gifted" by the Devil himself. Unlike most people who have guardian angels, she finds herself with a guardian devil, given a chance for Lucifer's redemption. After a c...
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Andre De Luca had always prided himself on his control—the firm grip he held over every aspect of his household. But as he stepped into Astrea's room, the truth hit him like a thunderbolt, shattering the illusion of his power. She was gone.
A cold rage enveloped him, coursing through his veins like venom. His eyes darted around the room, searching for any trace of her, his grip tightening on the doorframe as fury consumed him. How could she have slipped through his fingers? How dare she defy him?
The walls seemed to close in around him, mocking his impotence. Every corner whispered tales of his failure as a master, as a tormentor. Astrea, the girl he had molded into submission, had found a way to escape his clutches. It was an affront he could not bear.
In a fit of unbridled fury, he overturned furniture, the crashing sound echoing through the empty house. His shouts reverberated within the walls, each word dripping with venomous curses and vows of retribution. Andre's face contorted with rage, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists, his mind consumed by thoughts of vengeance.
"She will pay!" he bellowed, his voice laced with venom. "How dare she defy me? How dare she escape?" That bitch thinks she can just leave?!
The world outside the confines of his mansion seemed to mock him—a vast playground where Astrea had vanished, leaving him with nothing but an empty void. He vowed to scour every corner of the city, to hunt her down like the prey she had become. No stone would remain unturned until she was back under his control.
Andre's mind churned with the possibilities of punishment—each torment he had inflicted on her before would pale in comparison to what he had in store. He relished the thought of breaking her spirit once more, of reducing her to the whimpering wretch he had mastered.
As the night descended, he became a force of malevolence, driven by his obsession to reclaim his possession. He would unleash a wave of darkness, an onslaught of vengeance that would send tremors through the streets, reminding Astrea that she could never escape his reach.
With every step he took, Andre's heart pounded with a mixture of anger and anticipation. Astrea would learn that defiance carried a heavy price. She would feel the weight of his wrath, the agony of his vindictive touch. No matter where she had hidden, he would find her, and when he did, she would rue the day she dared to challenge him.
In the depths of his twisted soul, he nurtured a fire, an inferno of rage that burned with intensity. The chase had begun, and the hunter was determined to reclaim his prey. Astrea's escape had awakened a darkness within him, a beast that hungered for her demise.
As the night enveloped him, De Luca stepped out into the city, shadows clinging to his form like loyal servants. He would track her down, following the faint trail she had left behind, leaving a path of fear and destruction in his wake. Astrea's fleeting taste of freedom would soon turn bitter, for him would make her pay the ultimate price for her defiance.
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After meeting with 'him' I kinda wonder why he chose to 'bless' me. I mean, he appeared out of nowhere and offered me a deal? What did that meant? No time to think now, I need to find a place to stay quick, keeping a low profile in the streets of Paris isn't as simple as I thought. He did mention a place where I could stay permanently as a present for accepting the deal so quickly. What can I say, I was desperate to get out of that frightening situation, but at what cost?
Astrea stood before the grand entrance, her eyes wide with wonder as she beheld the residence Lucifer had bestowed upon her. It was a sanctuary hidden in the depths of the city, a place where darkness intertwined with opulence, and secrets whispered in every corner.
The façade of the building exuded an air of mystique—a Gothic mansion with ornate carvings and towering spires that seemed to scrape the heavens. Time had weathered its stone walls, lending an aura of ancient wisdom to the structure. It stood as a testament to a bygone era, an enigma wrapped in the embrace of shadows.
As Astrea stepped inside, the heavy wooden doors groaned, as if acknowledging her presence and granting her entry into this otherworldly realm. The foyer unfolded before her, an expanse of marble floors that reflected the dim light that filtered through stained glass windows. The hues of crimson, violet, and azure danced on the polished surface, casting an ethereal glow that beckoned her further into the heart of the residence.
The space was adorned with grandeur—a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its crystal facets sparkling with a thousand reflections. Paintings of obscure landscapes adorned the walls, capturing scenes that seemed to breathe with a life of their own. The air carried a faint scent of old books, mingling with the heady fragrance of incense, evoking a sense of timelessness.
A sweeping staircase rose like a ribbon of dreams, its banister carved with intricate designs that whispered tales of forgotten legends. Astrea's gaze traced the steps, her anticipation growing as she wondered what awaited her on the upper floors. With a mix of trepidation and excitement, she ascended, each step revealing more of the residence's secrets.
The second floor unfolded into a series of interconnected rooms—each unique in its allure. A library lined with shelves upon shelves of ancient tomes called to her, promising knowledge and answers to the mysteries of her existence. A cozy study beckoned with a crackling fireplace, where Astrea could find solace in the warmth of the flames and delve into the depths of her own thoughts.
The bedrooms, adorned with rich fabrics and plush furnishings, offered a sanctuary for rest and reflection. Canopies hung above the beds, creating a sense of intimacy and shelter. She marveled at the attention to detail, the exquisite craftsmanship that made her feel as if she had stepped into a realm caught between fantasy and reality.
But it was the rooftop terrace that stole her breath away. As she emerged onto the open space, the city sprawled beneath her, its lights flickering like a million stars. The night air caressed her face, carrying whispers of promises and possibilities. It was a place where she could contemplate her choices, where the boundary between the mortal and the divine blurred.
This residence, this haven gifted to her by the Devil himself, was more than bricks and mortar. It was a refuge—a sanctuary where Astrea could find respite from the perils of the world. It held the promise of protection, an oasis in the midst of chaos, where she could gather her strength and face the challenges that lay ahead.
As she soaked in the splendor of her new abode, gratitude welled within her. She knew that this place, with all its enigmatic beauty, came at a price. But it was a price she was willing to pay—a deal made with the Devil, her unlikely ally, as she navigated the treacherous path between redemption and damnation.
The residence whispered secrets, its walls alive with a symphony of past echoes. Within its embrace, Astrea would find solace, a temporary respite from the darkness that clung to her soul. It would be her refuge, her sanctuary, as she ventured forth on the precarious journey that awaited her. And not only that, but a safe space to interact with Lucifer without any distractions.
