Wicked Obsession

38.5

H. Styles

Monday, August 5

Aurora inhales sharply, her grey eyes never leaving mine—

But she never exhales.

Her body is empty.

Her brown hair is strewn across her face haphazardly and I brush it away. Even in death she is a goddess— but as the seconds drag on, her skin appears grayer and grayer. I feel like I— I feel—

Loss.

My head falls onto hers as suppressed memories claw their way to the light. The pain I felt when I returned to find my mother strung up to die and the loss that overcame me as I watched her burn, drove me to do unspeakable things and fed on my humanity until there was nothing left. I was transformed into a monster— a demon worthy of ruling the damned. It altered me completely and irrevocably... but that was nothing compared to this.

Her soul swims in my veins and it feels like a disease, sickening me. It doesn't belong here. I need to expel it from my body and back into hers. I need to feel her grey eyes burning into me and igniting my dark soul. I crave her touch and the passionate way she kisses me while she runs her fingers through my hair, pressing her body against mine. Fuck, I'll even take her slapping me until her hands are raw. I'll take anything and everything she is willing to give me.

I kiss away the tear that has fallen on her cheek and brush my lips against it softly.

"What the fuck have you done?" Lucifer hisses, snapping me to my senses.

I didn't put her through all that shit for nothing. The pain in her eyes will haunt me for eternity and I thoroughly intend to punish those who forced my hand— starting with the fucking bastard who started all of this shit in the first place.

A familiar all consuming, rage washes over me. My eyes close briefly and I place one last kiss against Aurora's cold skin before laying her gently on the floor. I stand and face Lucifer who's eyes have not left Aurora's still form. I block his view but I avoid looking back at her.

If I do, I might tear this goddam room apart.

Lucifer's eyes finally meet my own and I laugh because this is the moment I have been waiting for. This exact moment when I look this son-of-a-bitch in the eye and I see fear. I inhale deeply, loving the intoxicating odor and step towards him but he doesn't back down.

"I wouldn't." He says calmly, placing his hands in his pockets. "That is unless you want to damage her."

My whole body freezes and my fingers rake through my hair frantically. How could I forget that? Aurora gets into my fucking head and all reason leaves me. This was a fucking mistake. I can't use her soul for shit. Ripping a soul from a body isn't like lending someone a pen, it has consequences. Her soul mixes with my own and every time I draw on her for strength, the line between the two becomes blurred— and eventually, inseparable.

Every single thing I do will change her. A little bit of my darkness will spill over and if I'm not careful, she won't come back the same. It's a method I have used the few times to turn humans into demons and for a while I had convinced myself it was what I was going to do to Aurora– but instead she broke me.

I'm not the same demon I was before her. The fact that Lucifer is still breathing is proof of it. My top priority is no longer myself and for demons that's unfathomable. Is a demon really a demon if he cares nothing for himself?

"I see your struggle." Lucifer says nonchalantly as if we are discussing the fucking weather. "Let me help you out. If you give me back what is mine," He spits the last word, cool demeanor slipping momentarily.