Devil In Disguise

CHAPTER 4

Kara's POV

"Thank you so much, Lucifer," I said as he helped me get outside my car.

"It's okay. Take care of yourself, alright?" I smiled at him and nodded.

The wound is still hurting a bit but I'm fine now. I don't really know how to thank Lucifer, he helped me earlier and brought me to the clinic and now he just escorted me home. I can't believe how kind he is.

"Uhm, do you want to go inside? My mother has probably already cooked dinner," I offered but he shook his head.

"It's okay, I'll go home now, I still have other things to do," he said. I nodded at him and he bid goodbye to me before walking away from our house.

I went inside our house and saw mom cooking something in the kitchen. I walked closer and the smell of chicken curry hit my nose. The wound hurt every time I take a step forward, but I have to hold it in so that mom wouldn't know.

"Hi, honey. Get dressed now, our dinner will be ready in a while," she said, her back facing me.

I continued and went upstairs into my bedroom. I removed Lucifer's jacket and placed it on my bed.

I dressed into some comfortable pajamas set and carefully sat down on my bed. I lifted the mattress of my bed and grabbed a small, black leather notebook then stood up and closed the door.

I opened the notebook and scanned through its pages, looking for something particular. When I found it I sat properly on my bed, removed the bandage on my wound and placed my hand against it.

"Ad Sanandum Vulnus. Ad Sanandum Vulnus," I whispered beneath my breath and clamped my teeth togther. I felt like screaming when I felt my wound closing and my flesh coming togther and closing the gap between the wound. I looked down and saw the part of my abdomen where the wound is glowing, a ball of light turning into the colors of yellow and blue surrounding my hand.

My jaw tensed as I tried my best not to shout in pain. Mom must not hear me doing this, she'll be mad at me for sure.

Eversince I was a child I knew about the truth behind our family's background. I've always been eavesdropping on mom every night when I was 10 ever since I saw her secretly trying to practice her spells. When there are times that she's not around and is outside the house I rummage around her room for a bit. I found a black leather notebook just like this one, and it contained some spells and curses and all those things. Then there were also some diaries owned by my grandmother, and that's where I knew about the truth.

Me and my family came from a long line of people who practiced witchcraft and sorcery. I don't know why mom wouldn't tell me about this. I tried asking her when I was a child, like when I would see her practicing it I would ask her the other day and ask what she was doing. But she just laughs at me and said that I must be dreaming at that time.

Since that I became curious and wanted to do it myself. That's why I stole the book from mom to copy the spells and other things that we're written there on another notebook, the one I have. I noticed that she kept looking around the house that time and everytime I ask her what she's looking for she won't tell me.

I removed my hand from the wound and looked at it. I smiled when I saw that it was already gone, my abdomen looks normal now and no single trace of the stab wound can be seen.

I hid the notebook back under the mattress of the bed and stood up. I went back downstairs and saw that the food was already cooked, I sat down in front of mom and we started eating.

"How's school so far? Already have new friends?" Mom suddenly asked while I was chewing on my food. I gulped it down and drank some orange juice.

"Uh, yeah, it's good so far. And, uhm, yeah, I have one friend," I said which seemed to catch her attention.

"Really? What's her name?" mom asked.

"Its actually him, and his name is Lucifer," I said and she looked at me.

"Lucifer? And a boy?" Mom's forehead creased. She took some food in her mouth and swallowed it down. "Can I meet him?"

"Why?" the word suddenly came out of my mouth without me even thinking about it. I don't know, I just find it a bit awkward. She doesn't normally ask if she could meet my friends.

"Is it bad?" She asked back and I looked at her and saw a questioning look on her face. Her eyes became serious, too.

"I didn't say anything," I said and swallowed down the food I was chewing on earlier. "I just find it unusual because you've never asked that before,"

"Well I'm just concerned, honey," she said and I looked up to stare into her eyes. She looks concerned, indeed. "You've never been friends with a boy before, and you know what they're like,"

I secretly rolled my eyes. Yeah, I remembered. Mom was actually one of the reasons why I never had a boy as a friend. When I was younger she always wanted me to hang out with girls, everytime she sees me with boys her face gets all stern and she always asks if I like them or they like me or anything, it actually irritates me because she always has that connotation whenever she sees me around boys so that's why I just stopped trying to be friends with them.

"He's nice, mom," I said and she drank her juice. I ate the last spoonful of food on my plate and drank all the remaining juice I had and poured anotjer one in the glass.

"Really?" She asked, skeptical.

"Yes. He treated me at lunch one day," I said and my mind went back to that time. I really want to pay back Lucifer for the things he's done for me, I really feel like I have a big debt to him now.

"Why?"

"Because he wants to?" I said, the tone of my voice getting higher. Here we go again.

"Are you sure that—"

"Mom, please, stop it with your bitterness about boys. He's not like dad, okay?" I snapped, literally being oblivious about her feelings for a second.

She looked down on her lap and nodded. "I'm sorry, Im just really worried, that's all."

I looked at her for a moment and I felt bad for hurting her feelings. I didn't mean to, I guess she just really crossed the line.

I stood up and went back upstairs into my bedroom. I sat down on my bed and laid down then closed my eyes.

Dominic's POV

I laid down my bed and looked at the ceiling. Things are now going good according to my plan, all I need to do is to add in the final touches and I'll be set.

This is for you, mom.