Phantom's Performance

Chapter 34

Lucifer's Pov

As I watched Y/n leave the castle, an unsettling feeling washed over me. It was a sensation I hadn't experienced in quite some time, a sense of foreboding that gnawed at the edges of my consciousness. Maria, ever perceptive, noticed my discomfort almost immediately.

"Lucifer, are you alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Physically, I was fine. The meeting with Maria had gone smoothly, and I was enjoying showing her around. But mentally, something felt off. "I'm okay physically," I admitted, "but mentally, something doesn't feel right. I can't quite put my finger on it."

Maria's brow furrowed with concern. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Before I could respond, a loud, jarring noise echoed through the castle. It came from my office—a place that was usually quiet and serene. Maria and I exchanged puzzled glances and quickly made our way to the office.

When we arrived, we found the source of the noise. The book detailing the prophecy of my children was lying open on my desk, surrounded by a dark, pulsating aura. The sight of it sent a chill down my spine.

"Stay back," I instructed Maria as I approached the book cautiously. The air around it was charged with a palpable energy that made my skin prickle.

Maria stepped back, her eyes wide with worry. "What's happening?"

"I don't know," I replied, my voice low and serious. "But it's something we need to understand."

I reached out and carefully picked up the book. The aura intensified, and the pages seemed to flicker with a life of their own. I opened it to the last place I had seen the prophecy and began to read.

The book's pages revealed a detailed account of the anticipated conflict between two Morningstar siblings. The prophecy spoke of a fierce and destructive battle, one that would test the very essence of their beings. The siblings were described as fighting not just for power, but for their distinct visions of the future—one driven by dreams and the other by reality.

"The prophecy is clear," I murmured aloud as I read. "Two Morningstar siblings will engage in a fierce battle. One will fight for their dreams, a vision of what could be. The other will fight for what is real, a vision grounded in the present."

The text painted a grim picture, outlining the potential consequences of their conflict. It wasn't just about their personal goals; it was about a fundamental clash that could alter the balance of power and influence.

Maria, who had been watching intently, asked, "Do you think this prophecy is referring to Y/n and Charlie?"

"There's no doubt in my mind," I replied, my tone heavy with concern. "Their current circumstances align with what's described here—their differing aspirations and the potential for conflict. What troubles me is the depth of this struggle. It's not just a physical battle; it's a clash of their very beings."

Maria nodded, her expression reflecting her own anxiety. "What does this mean for them? For you?"

"It means I need to prepare for the worst," I said, my mind racing. "I need to ensure that both Y/n and Charlie are equipped to handle what's coming. I must find a way to prevent this conflict from consuming them."

I placed the book back on the desk, feeling the weight of its dark prophecy. I hoped that understanding these ominous predictions would help me protect my children and guide them through the looming turmoil.

Maria looked at me with determination. "We need to keep a close watch on them. We have to support them and make sure that their differences don't drive them apart."

I met her gaze and nodded. "Yes, we'll face this together. I'll do everything in my power to ensure that Y/n and Charlie are prepared and that we can navigate this impending crisis."

As we left the office, my resolve hardened. The knowledge of the prophecy, combined with the dark energy surrounding the book, left me with a profound sense of urgency. I needed to act quickly to safeguard my family and manage the conflict that threatened to reshape our world.

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Y/n's Pov

As I arrived back at the hotel, my mind was racing. I had something important to tell Alastor, something that I knew would change everything. I already understood that his soul had been taken from him, and I was determined to get it back. Now that I knew it was within my power, I was resolute in my decision to reclaim it.

I made my way through the hotel, seeking out Charlie. When I found her, she greeted me with a warm smile, but I could see the concern in her eyes.

"Hey, Charlie," I said, trying to keep my tone upbeat despite the heaviness of my thoughts. "Have you seen Alastor?"

Charlie nodded. "He mentioned he was going to the tent, the place only the three of us know about. He said he needed some time there." She looked at me as if she didn't want me to go there.

A smile touched my lips at the mention of the tent. It was a special place for us, filled with memories and promises. "Thanks, Charlie. I'll head over there now. I don't need the family car; I'll just snap my fingers."

With a determined nod, I focused on the tent. In an instant, I was there, standing in the familiar space where Alastor and I had shared so many moments. The large, colorful tent loomed overhead, a beacon of the dreams we had yet to fulfill.

As I stepped inside, I saw Alastor seated in the middle of the tent, on the circle stage that was the centerpiece of our visions. He was absorbed in something, his posture relaxed but intent. When he saw me, a lovesick smile spread across his face.

"Y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "You came."

I walked towards him, noting that he quickly moved to hide something small from view. My curiosity piqued, but I decided not to press him. If he wanted to share it with me, he would do so in his own time.

Alastor patted the space next to him, inviting me to sit. I took the seat beside him and leaned my head onto his shoulder. Normally, Alastor would tense if anyone invaded his personal space, but with me, he remained completely relaxed. His warmth and comfort enveloped me, and I could feel the familiar connection between us.

"How was the meeting?" I asked quietly, looking up at him.

"It went well," he replied, his voice gentle. "But I missed you. I was hoping you would come by."

I smiled, feeling a surge of happiness at his words. "I needed to talk to you about something important. But first, I just wanted to be here with you."

Alastor wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer. "I'm glad you're here. I always feel at peace when you're near."

We sat together in comfortable silence, the tent's ambiance providing a serene backdrop to our moment. The circus tent was more than just a place; it was a symbol of our dreams and our bond. Here, we could be ourselves without any pretense.

"I've been thinking," I said eventually, breaking the silence. "About what we can achieve together. About the circus and everything we've dreamed of."

Alastor looked at me with a smile that spoke volumes. "And what have you been thinking?"

"I believe in our vision," I said, my voice steady. "And I want to make it a reality. But there's something else. I know about your soul, Alastor. And I want to help you get it back."

His expression softened, and he looked at me with a mixture of gratitude and love. "I appreciate that more than you know, Y/n. It means everything to me."

We stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's presence. The world outside seemed distant and irrelevant compared to the comfort and connection we shared. It was in these moments that I felt the strongest bond with Alastor, knowing that we could face whatever challenges came our way together. 

(This chapter is short, I apologize.)

But 35 will contain smut. Their first time.