Lost to the world
Kjæresten dreper moren hennes, og beholder makten i forholdet.
I saw as he held my mother’s soul in his hands. It was barely glowing the way it should, the red/Purple lovely light faded slowly until it was just a dark red stone that once was a soul. No… why? This wasn’t real, In what world did I deserved this? All the hardship I have gone Trough, all that was coming. Why couldn’t there be anyone in this forsaken universe that I knew and trusted no matter what, too hold me and say that I would pull trough as I always did.
“How could you! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you give me time!?” I felt the tears whelming up like I was going to drown. It had been so long since I cried it hurt my eyes. He mumbled something in the forsaken language, and the dead soul disappeared with a gray light, my body became overwhelmed with sadness and despair. He looked at my face and straight into my eyes. There was no regret or sadness inn him only worry for me, if my soul changed because of this, he would lose his happiness. Because it was my wild happy carefree personality that put a smile on the face of the devil, whom was the most selfish being that ever existed, and would not care about others as long he was happy.
His voice was to calm like nothing had happened… like this was normal… I took a small step backwards, just to put more distance between him and me.
“DON’T SAY ANYTHING! AND DON’T YOU DARE COME NEARE ME!” I said it out loud, but I didn’t yell. I took two more steps away, I didn’t want to be here, not in this room where the man I loved stood without regret after killing my mother
“Don’t you dare run away; you know it is useless for you in this state of mind.” I knew that was true, even with all the magic, mind and fighting training I had gotten since I came here, my human mind right now was my enemy against victory, but I didn’t care. I had to run I had to get away from him, no matter how impossible it was I had to get away. I turned and ran as fast I could out off his study and down the dark corridor, seeing anything was hard because of the tears. I don’t know where my legs or mind were taking me, but I think I was heading to the stable. I made it to the black stone stairwell I was about to jump and slid down but I felt something grab my wrist with a firm but hard grip and pulled me backwards into a warm embrace. I didn’t see who it was, but I knew Lucifer had couth up with me, I was surprised that he hadn’t caught me sooner or just let me hide and cry in a corner somewhere, but at this moment I was close to suicidal that he probably didn’t want to let me out of his sight. Considering that my face was buried in the black robe he was wearing, I felt the arms that was crushing me close to him, and never had any resolve too letting me go.
“Emma” he said my name softly, but there was a hint of controlled anger, probably because I again had broken out of the sleeping quarter where he loved to lock me inn. “Why can you not listen to anything I tell you to do? I don’t ever want to hurt you” he kissed the top of my head and buried his face in my hair.
“don’t...” I couldn’t manage to say more than that my voice just broke and a new set of tear began to stream down my eyes, but right now everything he said just sounded like a bunch of lies. I heard a low chuckle from him, and then the next second I felt my feet leave the ground and I was held in his arms like a child. His left hand supported my back and shoulders, and the right holding my legs, and he walked towards his private quarters. Was he going to be intimate with me when I was in this vulnerable just to prove that I was his and nobody else’s property, that I wasn’t even my own. I wouldn’t be surprised; he was the devil, the most spoiled, powerful creature in the universe. As he entered the room still holding me tight into his chest and walked towards the huge king sized bed, my suspicion was true. He laid me softly down on the bed and began kissing my forehead, eyes, chin, jaw, cheeks and in the end my lips.
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