Weeks have passed yet I still go to Lucifer regularly. What got me worried is that his body started getting weak, and that sometimes I feel like he's gonna pass out any second. Even though we only met each other in this second life for a few weeks or maybe months, I don't know, I found myself attached to this devilishly handsome devil.
My hands caressed his hair as he coughed blood on the floor, and it hurt me to see him like this. Every time I went here ever since he found out I remembered the First Divine War, he gets more affectionate as time passes by. I wasn't complaining, because a part of me also liked it.
"Kassandra, you know... you can go." Lucifer said, and I shook my head as I bit my lip. He coughed out more blood, and I just couldn't try to look at it or him.
"I don't want to. What about you?" I asked, and he smiled at me then wiped the blood on his lips with the back of his hand.
I observed him. I can't lose him. He was strong for more than thousands of years, and him being like this hurt me. He shouldn't die right now. He's immortal, but being in this dungeon for a thousand years probably has affected his well-being.
His hair was dark and soft, his skin now a pale shade and even his veins start to show themselves. His broken wings still were attached and were broken, only less than ten feathers attached. The other feathers were scattered around the dungeon, and droplets of blood also littered around our area.
No. He can't suffer like this.
"You can leave me here. Just... just come back tomorrow. It's turning darker, you shouldn't stay here or you'll lose your powers like me," he said, and I just slowly nodded and hesitantly stood up.
He gave me a reassuring smile, but then his stomach hurt which caused him to groan in pain and for me to crouch down to him again.
He stopped me with his hand, but I tried hard not to drop a tear.
I hugged him, but he didn't hug me back. I was slightly disappointed for some reason, but I don't know why. But eventually, he wrapped his arms around me and sighed.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't worry you. Although you don't care like you used to," he said, and I furrowed my brows.
"Don't say that. I care about you. I wouldn't waste my time going here all the damn time if I don't care about you," I said, and he chuckled.
"Yeah, but you should really go," he said, and I nodded.
I then stood up again for the second time, and then walked away for real.
The sky was dark now, and I was outside the forbidden forest. Just outside. The thought of Lucifer suffering there alone bothered me, and I tried my best not to be convinced by my subconscious to go back.
I stopped in my tracks when I remembered something. I pulled out the book the shaman gave me and then sat down on the ground against a building I passed by.
I started turning the pages and reading them, in hopes of finding something that could help me gain back Lucifer's strength.
I'm still afraid. I'm still afraid of giving him a drop of my blood for some reason. I don't know why I am irrationally afraid of it, but I just am. I want to save him, I do, but I'm scared. Scared of what, exactly? I don't know.
The Nephilim can gain back everything she lost by making a deal with the devil.
I widened my eyes. A deal? What kind of deal.
Just... one... drop...
I blinked rapidly. There goes that drop again.
If you wish to gain your memory, go to the Shaman Delphi and ask for the ritual for something important in return.
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the devil cries
Fantasy"once the devil cries, we're all done." they all warned her. she wasn't supposed to go convince the devil with them, but she did. she wasn't supposed to make him let a tear fall, but she did. and once the devil cries, life will be in ruins.
