Demon ∞ l.h.

∞ Chapter Thirty ∞

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You would think that being in Hell that someone would have the ability to read a goddamn mind, but unfortunately for me, luck really wasn't in my favour. In fact, the moment I sold my sold to Calum those ten years ago, luck had stopped being on my side. It made my wonder whether interacting with magic that dark could cause a person to become inherently unlucky.

I'd had a lot of time to mull over things as I lay paralysed everywhere. I had spent enough time thinking things over that I had recalled a significant number of memories from my childhood that had drifted from my hippocampus. But not even that could destroy the boredom that was currently eating me alive. To be completely honest, getting eaten alive at this moment wouldn't even perturb me; at least it would give me something new to think about.

However, I had relished in the small victories that I achieved while trapped in the prison that was my own mind. I had managed to move again, well, twitch was a word that would more accurately describe the sporadic seizing of my slowly degenerating muscles. At first, the movement was restricted to my fingers, then my whole hand, and slowly it travelled the length of my arm- soon enough my entire back was arching off of the bed, much like those badly scripted and poorly directed horror movies I used to torture myself with.

I don't know what frightened Luke more; the absolute stillness of my paralysis, or the seizure-like spasms that intermittently ravaged my body. He still read to me when he was by my bedside, though more infrequently, he didn't have the time anymore. He had neglected his duties as King for long enough, and the work had piled too high on his metaphorical desk. But he always made sure someone was at my bedside.

Calum had been the one at my bedside, but he quickly grew bored. I think he had grown so bored that he found joy in drawing fake eyebrows and a moustache onto my face with a permanent marker he must have come across. Luke had not been too amused by that, and Calum was quickly removed from his duties as my bedside companion. But I did not miss the small chuckles that had slipped past Luke's lips when he was alone and trying to gently wipe away the remnants of my black moustache.

I liked hearing Luke laugh, much more than him yelling. I listened to his laughter now as he recalled a story from today- someone being difficult about giving up their soul or whatever. I often tried not to listen to the details of the story itself, instead finding comfort in the deep tenor of his voice. Some things I was just better off not hearing.

A particularly loud giggle escaped Luke, and I felt my face twitch in response, wishing to join in on the playful mood he was in. The action was not missed my Luke, who had yet to see any movement that was not spasmodic. The room fell silent as I felt his cool breath blowing gently onto the side of my neck; I felt his eyes trained on my face unblinkingly. Even with my eyes closed, the intensity of his stare burned through me.

"Eve? Can you hear me? Please, darling, any movement at all, give me some validation that you're alive in there." His voice had grown soft, weak. And suddenly I could see the young Angel he must have been; gorgeous as he is now, but innocent and forgiving, not yet hardened by the betrayal of his family. A tear slipped from my eye, making its slow progression down to my hairline, but a gentle finger on my temple abruptly stopped its trail.

I didn't need my eyes open to know that Luke's expression would be heartbreaking to see – crumpled and screwed up in its attempt to remain the emotionless mask he put on so often. The sound of a soft sob broke me, and I couldn't take this emotional torture any longer. 

A dam of emotions had fractured inside me, and every ounce of sadness, frustration, and hurt that I had felt came flooding out of me in a single scream. A continuous and loud shriek ripped itself from my throat, and my eyes flew open without warning. I jerked myself upwards, my screech unwavering in its volume as I body-slammed up into Luke.

Shoving my face into his chest, I try to muffle the sounds of my screaming, to no apparent avail. Now it was Luke's turn to be shocked into paralysis, as he tried to grasp at what had just happened. Only when his arms wrapped around me and crushed my cold and weak body to his warm chest further did I stop screaming.

And goddamn did it feel good to have his arms around me once again.

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