Twisted (Lucius x Reader)

Chapter 13

I stood frozen to my core, gawking at Lucius like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. What have I gotten myself into?

"Are you coming in or what?" He asked blankly, I could tell he was trying to taunt me now, like the death of all these people was just a joke to him. For now, I complied, and cautiously made my way into the room. He can't scare me off that easily. His room was equally as tidy as the rest of the house, very minimalistic and empty. The walls were grey and the floor was laminate. There was a wardrobe, set of drawers, bed, all the usual items of furniture you'd expect. There was a variety of notes scribbled on pieces of paper sprawled across the desk, unkempt writing and sketches, like he'd been documenting something. I chose not to look into any of it at the moment, I was more concerned about keeping an eye on Lucius and making sure he hadn't just lured me into a trap.

With a deep breath, I pulled myself to together and sat on the edge of Lucius' bed, digging my textbooks out of my rucksack and setting them down, before looking up at Lucius. He seemed almost confused at what I was doing, clearly forgetting that the plan this whole time was to study. "What?" I asked the boy, who watched my every move. "Am I not here to study?" He didn't reply, but instead moved towards his desk and pulled the chair from underneath, sitting beside the edge of the bed.

"You think I was serious about that?" He asked. I scowled and tilted my head at him. "I just wanted to talk to you in private for once." Well, that makes sense I guess. I'm sure that someone like Lucius wouldn't exactly feel comfortable spilling his life secrets out with strangers surrounding him. I nodded obediently, no more games, I thought to myself.

"Fine, we'll talk," I crossed my arms. "I'm gonna ask you again; what are you?" He seemed to tense up with that question, he really didn't want to tell me, did he?

"It's hard to explain," he said quietly, looking at his hands. "Uh.. my father is.. Satan.." he sounded reluctant and I couldn't blame him, surely he must be delusional? Unless what he's telling me is the truth, which would make a lot of sense. I stared at him, I couldn't make myself come up with a response yet, however I was in a lot less shock than I thought I'd be in. Lucius looked as though he was bracing for impact, like I was just going to bolt out of his house and never speak to him again. Like I was going to lash out at him. But how could I? I was scared, but more importantly I was fascinated. I looked at him with pure admiration and curiosity, I couldn't help it. How is that even possible? I need to know more.

           "How?" I replied eventually, Lucius' expression loosened up seeing as though I didn't retaliate to his words. He blinked a few times, putting together an answer in his mind.

           "Well him and my mom met, they-"

            "Yeah I get that part," I interrupted to save him the awkwardness. "I've just never really believed in that sort of stuff." Lucius looked disheartened. "Why did you kill your mom?"

             "Because my dad told me to." He replied. I smirked, earning even more confusion from him. This might not have been the best situation to try and make light of, but I did it nevertheless.

              "Do you always take orders from your dad?"

              "Well when your father is the literal leader of the underworld you don't really have much of a choice." He smiled back. Seeing him smile triggered this feeling inside of me. I felt warm and flustered, but then again he'd always had that effect on me. The literal son of Satan was bound to make some sort of impression on me. We sat in a comfortable silence for a minute or two, both of us thinking of something to say.

"Did he tell you to kill those girls, too?" I asked. His face dropped as he looked away from me, shifting in his seat nervously. He shook his head.

"That's on me." I looked at him empathetically. They weren't exactly angels, those girls. Far from it, but nobody deserves to die like that. We didn't know what they were going through, they were still human beings, and now they're gone forever, way too young.

"You can't just.. kill people, Lucius." I said sternly, feeling a bit like my sister during one of her weekly lectures to me. Lucius looked back at me, and it sent a chill down my spine seeing that his face showed no remorse. He didn't seem fussed in the slightest, and I didn't know how to feel about that. He just looked innocent again, like a child that didn't know what he'd done wrong. I guess when you're the antichrist, things like murder are just normal to you.

"What about the rest of your family?" I asked. I wasn't going to sit and wait for an answer to my previous statement, I highly doubted I'd get a clear response.

"I killed them too." He said with a smirk. Obviously.