Bride Of Death: Subversion

Chapter 6

PALACE OF ASGARD
PRESENT DAY

Through the dim haze of intoxication flabbergasting his senses, Lucifer hovered between the realms of unconsciousness and semi-consciousness, his mind a little vexed with stained visions of past gliding through at random, throwing his psyche and emotions at the mercy of his volatile heart in confluence with its confused violent outbursts.  

As he lazed around the richly embroidered rug with its tiny gold and scarlet tipped flowers, he breathed in slowly, his nostrils taking in the faint saint of lilies hovering around the darkened room, that has yet to be cleaned. Lucifer was adamant, he couldn't let the servants clean the room and remove all the remnants of what remained of Lilith. Her scent, her used sheets, and the cups she drank from, the nightdress that remained crumpled up in one corner, reminding him of her physical presence. 

 That she was ultimately not an enigmatic vision that his mind has furtively conjured up, she was just as legitimate and real as himself, that he has not dreamed up the whole scenario of conquering the war, being together with her. 

The tears clogging up his vision allowed his mind to traverse through the numerous realms he has crossed previously, his memories straining to reach the horrendous day all of it started, the change, the chaos and since then, till now, all of this struggle and vehemence has endured with his existence, rusting and avenging till all that is left is a shriveled clone of the once bright and Lucious man capable of leading the world in a better direction.

Lucifer's reminiscence of the day was in such clarity that is so astounding for it had been ages since that fateful day, the scars still fresh and throbbing in his core, churning and coagulating in thick bursts of unadulterated anger, his eyes burning with the white-hot rage that tingled inside him since that fateful incident. 

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MOUNTAINS OF NORDRI
(PAST)

It had been a lovely morning, the sun bright with optimistic possibilities, birds chirping, flowers blooming, their petals in shades of rainbows, exotic scents spreading across the meadow, the humming of the beautiful miniature waterfall gurgling as it tumbles into a small pool of water, grasses tickling their feet, as Lucifer and Lilith slept together, their limbs entangled, breathing slowed and calming. 

When he opened his eyes, all he could focus on was how ethereally beautiful she was, her face was the perfect representation of innocence and sweet harmony, her body curvaceous and hair tumbling in waves of auburn along the meadow, little flowers entangled within the mass of reddish-brown. 

The world was new and pure, everything shined with vibrancy and fortitude, cherishing warmth seeping through the pores of the skin, embalming them in new shades of aurum. It was their own brand of sumptuous Paradise, filled with pleasure, peace, and love. 

Destiny was written in golden letters, the future shinning bright with endless possibilities of happiness, they were going to dictate over the world, its rule in their hands, a fresh system of governance, and unlimited possibilities of opportunities and experiences, everything awaited them in vivid tinge. 

The power within them was also boiling and seething in fresh agitation and turmoil, the sheer force lying dormant just beneath the skin, coaxing and grappling, just to let itself out of its confines. Everything was pristine and unhackneyed, as beings, they felt strange with numerous emotions and thoughts vibrating within their cores, whiplashing their essence. 

They were a part of the class of rulers, whp were above and beyond comprehension, the formulator of the future, the essayer dictating the beginning and the eventual end.