Satan's Pet ~Completed~

Satan's Pet ~Epilogue~

AND HERE IT IS THE EPILOGUE!!

SORRY IT'S QUITE SHORT!

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2 MONTHS LATER

I was in the black room again, this time though I had called for the council, since I returned to my old self. I was once again Simone, and this time I remembered everything of my past.

"Why have you asked to see us?" a voice came from the darkness.

I took a deep breath, "When I jumped that day and you brought me back, you told me I had actually died. That I needed to die to return as the angel Simone. Correct?" I asked.

"That is correct," the same voice answered.

"So, I shouldn't be able to get sick anymore?" I continued.

"Where are you going with this, child?" I recognized the Witch council's voice.

"For the past few months, I've been ill. I keep being sick and feel tired and ... I don't know how to describe it. I feel ... funny."

I felt the presence of someone suddenly standing in front of me. A hand came into my view and rested on my stomach.

Within seconds the witch's voice was screaming, "Evil! Demonic! A monster! It must be destroyed at once!"

Voices came from all around the room.

"What did you see?"

"Destroy what?"

"Demonic?"

"Quiet everyone. Explain to us what you saw?" Guessing from the authority in the voice, I guessed this was the head councilor.

"A child. A child of such evil, he will destroy this world!" the witch ranted.

"A child?" the voices rang out around the room again.

"What child?"

"Who's child?"

"What child?" I asked, too.

I felt the witch's glare on me. "The child that grows within you!" she spat. "The child of Lucifer and Aimee."

My body shut down.

LUCIFER'S P.O.V

I was walking down the long corridor in my hidden home. For the last two months since that day I have been hiding from the council.

I walked down the corridor to the double doors at the end. I pushed one open and walked into the large room.

I looked round, spotting her standing in front of the window. She was exactly as I remembered her.

"Aimee," I whispered.

She turned with a small smile on her face, when she saw it was me the smile widened.

"How are you?" I asked.

"I can still sense her," she replied, ignoring my question. "She's definitely alive. I'm surprised she hasn't caught on my presence yet, silly Simone. All oblivious to the important things." She moved towards me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "I doubt she even knows I'm back, but she soon will."

"Why? You know the council has been out looking for me. If they find out you made it back, too, we'll be in even more trouble."

"She has something of ours and I want it." She said stubbornly.

"'Something of ours'? What?" I asked, confused.

"Our child."

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