Something filthy about Mr.Haynes

Now or never

When I was almost done getting ready, heavy knock trembled the door and the friend of a Duke stepped inside.

"It's time!"-he roared with such amount of joy it sent a goose of frosty chill down my spine. It seemed that this evil one was happy to finally drag me downstairs to meet my destiny. "Are you ready?"

I sighed with a sad smile in my lips. I made few strokes of my hair making sure it's perfectly scattered across my naked spine and put the comb on the night stand.

"Just a minute!"-i told him.

However, Marathael seemed to be impatient. He kept mingling across my chambers back and forth as if his life depended on it.

I put one last accent- subtle pink gloss was brushed onto my lips and I turned to put my shoes on.

Heels were enormously high, just like I loved it. It was weird I got to wear something this beautiful for my own funeral.

"Marathael?"-i asked turning at him.

"Yes, darling?"

"Do you know how would he do it?"- i whispered, but Marathael tilted his head in a curious manner as if he had no idea on what was i asking about. "I mean my death. Do you know how..."

"I can't tell you!"-he cut off sharply.

"Oh,"-i breathed and stood up. Meeting his yellow orbs wasn't scaring anymore, as if there were nothing worse than what had happened already. However, one thing was bothering me quite a lot. "Do you think it would hurt?"

Marathael sent me another subtle smile and his eyes softened a bit. "So that's what you think about us? That we do nothing but cause pain? This is hell, honey. Only those who deserves a punishment gets to know all the cruelty the Duke might offer. And those who are innocent doesn't get to meet this world."

"I did nothing to deserve the punishment. I didn't even have a chance to live my life!"

"In contrary. You did the damage you don't even realize. Only because of you Lucifer's physical form died. And it's only your fault he must resurrect now and take the throne."

"He died?"-my eyes widened. "How? How is he here now?"

"It makes sense, isn't it? His skin is cold as if he's not alive. Had he ever touched you? Haven't you had any idea on what's going on? Have you ever heard his heartbeat?"

"I don't know...i...i'm afraid, Marathael! Tell me what do I do?"

"The council decides your destiny. Who knows- maybe you're lucky today..."

"Yeah, I figured. They decide if I get to live and how would I die. But being here I realized you are the closest friend the Duke has. You must know. Come on?"

"One minute and you get to ask him yourself."

I bit my lover lip. I didn't want to cry. Not now.

Marathael opened up the door for me to step outside and I did. As I was walking through the door, I glanced at my room for one last time. At the bed I cried myself to sleep, at the silver tray with coffee from Emily and at the marble floor I led on most of the time during my multiple breakdowns no one knew about.

My heart was aching because of this uncertainty, but who was I to prevent it?

I knew Chad was waiting downstairs. I was afraid to face his demanding glare, but somehow I longed for his presence. What was I doing? What was he doing to me?

I remember the Duke's words. He was meant to be handsome and charming so he could lure me into his trap. Was that it? Was I this weak to fall for his charms?

"He's there, precious. Just breathe."

I carefully landed the stairs to a main lobby, where a massive double sided door stood, leading to a dinner hall.

I was already late, but I took my time to get ready and become as stunning as I could. Just like the king insisted.

But I had a surprise for the Duke. Instead choosing one of his marvelous dresses hanging in my closet, I picked something else. I picked the dress Chad left for me without any second thoughts. Deciding to make him realize what he's about to leave behind was another of my tricky plans.

However, before leaving my chambers, I had a moment of doubt. I even was considering the opportunity to open the window and jump down, facing my death in a second, rather than waiting for the court.

That's my last day alive, after all, and it was obvious I would break down for a moment or two.

Anyhow, something was stopping me from the suicide. Weather it was my naive hopes that somehow I would stay alive, or maybe that Chad would help me out.

But choosing this dress was the right decision, obviously. I have never seen anything more beautiful than this bridal type white gown.

It was stunning. It was like I was about to head for the altar I always dreamed about. But instead finding my prince, the one I dearly loved, I would stumble on a beast, who wants nothing, but my head on the platter.

I lowered my eyes, in case huge door in front of me would cause another panic attack. I gazed at my shoes that i was wearing- silk high heels, matching the dress and even though all the journey down the stairs was frightening, I was feeling a princess at the moment.

Here I was- a girl in the castle, waiting for a decision to be made, which would determine my faith.

And when there were just few feet left between me and the door, suddenly all talks beyond hushed down and fierce silence settled the air.

I closed my eyes and took a breath in. I guess it's now or never?