The Devil's Son + Redemption

Redemption Chapter Nine

So here I will try something entirely different. This chapter will be written in Lucifer's POV entirely. Let me know what you think! And the song, My love by Sia goes with the beginning of the story, not with the part where Allegra, Lucifer, Ethan and Adam are discussing.

I really hope you'll enjoy, comment and vote!

Chapter Nine

She didn't trust me.

At all.

Even through her kiss, I could feel her doubt and her fear. She was scared of me, which was a good thing. She should be scared of me, she should stay away from me. But my numerous journeys on earth had told me that humans were always attracted to the dangerous unknown. Girls fell for the bad boys.

And I was the ultimate bad boy.

She fell asleep in my arms, and I felt tempted to wake her up just for another kiss. Just for the electric feel of her lips on mine. I had grown addicted to her. Everything about her was so endearing. I don't even remember when or how my good side has won over the other one.

All that I knew was that at some point I couldn't bare thinking that attaching her soul to me would bring her to hell. That I was dooming her. That I was using her.

Her total faith in me, her confidence in her love for me had broken the layer of black evil that had clung to my soul for so long, unleashing the Angel in me. The side of me I had gained control over was free again, and I didn't know if it was for the better.

And then there was her soul. When I had held it, when she had almost died. I had felt it's warmth and the innocence that radiated from it, cupped in my palms. What I felt at that moment, it was indescribable. It was nothing my existence in Hell could give me. No Demon, not my father, no one ever made me feel like this.

Since I've never felt anything like this before, I had spent a great deal of time analyzing those feelings, obsessing over them, obsessing over her. At first, I took it for simple lust, after all, she was attractive and her innocence made her even more desirable: I've always had a soft spot for innocent girls. And those huge turquoise eyes of her, mismatched as mine, had drawn me like a moth is drawn to fire.

Only after a few days after I've held her soul, I've considered that it might be love. Love.It sounded so foreign and unfamiliar in my mind. So strange. So absolutely laughable. I was Lucifer. The second strongest Demon of Hell. Loveisn'tsomething for me. It was for the weak. For humans. For those pathetic Angels. Not for me.

But now, as she slept in my arms, her head resting on my shoulder, her lips delicately parted, I had no doubt that it had been love all along.

That was what had first drawn me to her soul. She was blind to everything. She couldn't see the horrors of the world, so it was as if they didn't exist. And that blindness, that obliviousness to it kept her in a little bubble of pureness and innocence. And the Angel in me, my weak side was attracted by her.

Not because I needed a virgin's soul and she had been the first one I've encountered. No. She was the one that appealed to me the most.

But of course, my evil side still had a claim on my soul. And every time I saw her with that Angel Boy of hers, my stomach had twisted with rage and envy, and the desire to kill him. To conjure my sword and to stake it right through that pure heart of his.

And I've almost done it. I've been so close to destroying him... but she stepped in the way. It had taken a great deal of restraint to keep myself from killing her, in my blinding rage. But the way her eyes had held mine, not fearless, but confident, had blown my rage away. Her confidence in me. It was the confidence in her eyes that made me lower my sword, kept the buzz of power inside me from bursting out and striking her with all of its lethal power.