Monster. *L.H.*

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A/N The italics are very important to read so please do haha ♡

"There was once a man. He had an average human life; wife, kids, a well paying job, even a pet kitten. His name was Farco. He loved his family, with all his heart. Especially his 2 boys. And his children loved their father back just as much. Farco and his wife, Lidia, we're having problems though-"

"Why are you telling me this, Luke? " She asks. I shiver slightly when she says my name. I don't know why, but I love it when it escapes her pink lips.

" You want answers don't you? " She pouts a little but nods anyways.

"Anyways, Lidia and Farco..they weren't the happiest couple. She hated him, with everything she had in her. She had her reasons. But only she knew. Every night she would cry and her 2 sons woukd always ask why, especially the youngest one. She would just brush it off and not tell them.

She couldn't tell them their father was a demon."

She takes in a sharp breath, and I see her body grow tense when I say the word. She bites her lip and clasps her hands together to try and keep them from shaking, but I notice anyways.

" I think I've told you enough for tonight." I say softly and her eyes widen.

" What? No! I want answers and I want them now." She tries to sound confident, but it only comes out as a small whimper.

I sigh and continue.

" Farco was a good father, despite how he treated his wife. However, he loved them too much. Farco wanted his sons to follow in his footsteps, and the children, wanted to make their father proud.

Lidia disagreed of course. She didn't want her children, at the ages between only 12-16, becoming what their father was. A heartless man who only wanted power. And what Farco wanted...he got.

As time went on, Lidia grew angrier that her husband was so, so persistent on sharing his culture with her children. He wasn't the same man she married all those years ago. He changed. She knew he didn't love his family anymore, she knew what he really wanted.

Soon enough, the oldest son committed to becoming who he really was. A reaper."

"A-and what's that?" She asks quietly, her voice shaking slightly.

" It's not a demon, but they can kill you much easier." I answer her. I see her hands shaking, and hastily take them in my own, my fingers entwining with hers.

" The oldest son became the 3rd most feared man in the underworld when he was just about 17."

"And the second?"

I bite my lip ring out of nervous habit and smirk a little when I see her stare. Her eyes meet mine and she tries to play it off casually, even though her face is turning pink.

" The youngest son. He was the most powerful demon known, other than his father of course. Everyone feared him. Everyone wanted to be him, but at the same time, noone dared to be. He was very loyal to Farco, and Farco liked that. The youngest son would do anything his father commanded him to do and would not hesitate to decide against it, no matter the situation."

I look outside to see the sun setting, and glance at the clock to see it's 8:17 p.m.

" I think that's enough for tonight, babe."

"What? No! Luukkeee!" She whines and tugs on my hands. I smile a little seeing her lips form a pout and her eyes looking into my own.

" You still haven't eaten dinner yet, Felicity." I say standing up and she huffs. " Let's go get something, it's almost 8. "

*Felicity's POV*

I look up at him, considering I'm still sitting down and he being so tall. He reaches his hand out and I sigh placing my own in his palm. His fingers wrap around my hand and pull me up,my lips part a little when he plants his lips on my cheek, and keeps them there for a few seconds before pulling away.

My face heats up and he smiles, his blue eyes shining. " Let me get changed really quick." I mutter and he nods.

I turn around and walk over to my closet, deciding on a pair of light blue jeans and a random band shirt. He's sitting on the bed as I walk past him and into my bathroom, and his eyes follow my every movement. I glance at him before shutting the door and quickly changing my outfit.

I walk out and slip on my mint colored vans before grabbing my sweatshirt and turn around to see Luke staring again.

" What?" I mumble, playing with the ends of my hair.

He stands up and shakes his head.

" Nothing. Ready?"

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