Lucifer's Daughter

Chapter 29- The Account of the Cracked Bell

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Chapter 29- The Account of the Cracked Bell

We all silently sat at the table, waiting for Lexus to begin telling us the story. For a single moment, we could hear the music the wind created through the empty halls. A sudden gust of cold air invaded a room and blew against our faces. I always felt like storms were a form of anger that God conveyed at the people of the world. Now, some would ask how could something so beautiful be an omen of such wrath and anguish? One thing I have seriously contemplated and concluded after a while of extensive thinking and observance, I say, with all assurance, that everything god makes is beautiful.

It is true that evil is ugly no matter what, but evil is no offspring of God. Evil is the Devil's child, and though the devil, is in a way a creation of God's, he does, in a way, have a form of beauty and delicateness in his heart. I glanced at my father for a split second, regardless of the sinister rebellious smirk that was splattered across his face, one could imminently see that this "pure evil" smile is tainted. A single streak of sadness and remorse was etched into his stormy orbs, representing the chaos outside and conflict inside him.

Lucifer gives one the idea that he is the rebellious angel, the angel who knows no good, but a clear counter-argument of that would be my sole existence. I don't know how I came to exist and there's an extremely large question mark that'd decorates my origin, but for one, I was a preset from God to Lucifer due to his bravery and courageous acts. Isn't that enough to prove that even the most evil entities have good in them? This gave me hope that no matter the circumstances, and no matter how corrupt and dishonorable our present shall adhere to, there will be light once more, good shall return.

Now one would wonder who the hell is the devil's daughter speaking of such things? Good and purity? You may think this is some form of trickery I'm performing, but forget not that I am also the daughter of the most virtuous, moral warrior angel that has ever existed.

Lexus coughing brought me back to reality, and he seemed absolutely eager to tell us all about his "Hell's Badboy" experiences. "I'm about start with the story, and save any questions you have until I'm done. Hate being interrupted." Lexus snapped. God doth come and save us .

*Flashback to 1859 London*

Narrator

It was a stormy day in sullen old London. Horse carriages plagued the streets and screaming merchants begged the customers to buy. It had been a tradition of Lexus, or as he went by at that time, Lord Xavier Knight,  to spend his visits parading about London, before being invited by certain English Noblemen for dinners. Sir Xavier Knight was a highly regarded man during that time, every high-stationed man sought his acceptance and respect. He was by all means the equivalent of the Queen herself.
Queen Victoria thought favorably of the young Lord and would secretly take his advice in matters regarding her Kingdom. To 'Lord Knight' she was a sort of mother figure, one he desperately needed after his mother in his previous life had abandoned him. Lexus was haunted by his mother's disappearance when he was younger, even after he became a well-regarded demon.

The most exquisite part of Lexus's trip to London was the women. Most importantly, if his host had any daughters, he would indulge in a round of fun after the dinner was over and the host insists on 'Lord Knight' to stay for the night.

Lexus licked his lips knowing very well that tonight he'll be attending Lord Charles Rudder's Dinner Gala. Lord Charles's daughter, Vivienne Rudder, was the most talked about woman in Queen Victoria's court. She was divine between the sheets.

Though her station was tarnished at court, her beauty made any man forget about her tarnished virtue. Suitors lined up at her door for a single glance.