The Devil's Son + Redemption

The Devil's son Chapter Fifteen

Oh oh, chapter fifteen. CHAPTER FIFTEEEN!!!!!! Thanks for the feedback and for the votes!!!!!

Yes it's pretty short, I know, but I've been busy with my electric car (yes I'm making an electric car for school-- It REALLY sucks. A chance I have friends who are better at that kind of stuff than me)

I love Coldplay (random but true)

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

I sat completely still for a moment, rereading the note. What did he mean? After all he'd done, he wanted me back?

So why rejecting me in the first place?

Guys are complicated.

Especially Demon guys.

I approached the rose to my nose and inhaled the sweet perfume. The scent was lovely, sweet and soft yet alluring and almost poisonous.

Just like Lucifer.

He was the realization of any girl's dream; beautiful, dangerous and with a little hint of kindness, rarely, but it was still there.

And he was trying to come back into my life. Should I refuse, or should I accept? My whole body ached to have him near me, to feel his wicked sinful aura, but there was a tiny portion of my brain that thought logically and that was still hurt by his rejection.

But his abrupt honesty and his sharpness was what made him so irresistible.

And anyways, he probably had ways to seduce me. Ways that a mere mortal like me couldn't resist.

I was almost willing to discover those ways. Almost EAGER.

But, like I already said once, 'almost' makes all the difference.

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Dear Diary,

I'm scared.

There's something in me.

Something scary.

Often, I wake up at night and realize that I don't remember anything about my day. It's as if I've blacked out.

At first, it happened for only an hour or so... but now... now it happens all the time. I lose the track of time. I don't even know which day we are, or even which month.

I am lost. And each night, I have only an hour. Then it's blackness. And I can't remember what I've done.

What's happening to me?

I don't know. Maybe I'm going crazy.

I don't know how long I'll be able to remain in control of myself before I black out again. I don't even know if it's the last time that I am fully conscious. But for now, I can't even think about my future since...

I don't know if I'll be myself tomorrow.

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The next morning I reached for the rose I've left on the nightstand, wondering if I haven't dreamed of the flower and the note that came along with it. But as my finger slid across the nightstand, they encountered the silky petals of the rose.

I caressed them for a while, wondering which color it was.

Then I flung my feet over the edge of my bed, standing up groggily. The dream came back. But this time I flew into Lucifer's arms as soon as I heard his voice. After all that happened, I couldn't believe that I was ready to forget all he'd done to me as soon as he came back.