Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 44

2nd January 1998.

He was sitting on his bed with the yellow RC toy car that he received as a gift by his side. Children his age love toys like that and would play with their RC cars and helicopters all day long. But he was not like the other kids. He never felt the need or want for toys or stuffed animals. The toy car that was beside him was still inside the cardboard toy box it came in. He didn't even open it. His eyes were locked on the marble mosaic floor, but his mind was elsewhere. But where? What could an eight-year-old child possibly be thinking about so intensely?

Arabelle walked inside the little boy's room with a big smile on her face, but it faded away when she noticed his gloomy mood and glanced at the toy that was untouched.

She hesitantly walked in and sat next to him. He was so occupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice her entering the room. She put her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay sweetie?" she asked gently. The little boy came back to reality as he heard her soft voice. He tilted his head up and looked at her. She smiled gently when their eyes met. He could not understand the sparkle that Arabelle had in her eyes. She was a beautiful young woman with bright grey eyes and light brown hair. Her skin was neither too pale nor too dark. It was a gentle sun-kissed complexity.

He didn't answer the question. He just kept staring at her.

"Don't you like the toy, honey? Do you want me to get you something else?" She didn't receive any response. He didn't nod his head or show a gesture to express his satisfaction or dissatisfaction. She stared at him with adoration in her eyes. She thought to herself that he might take a little more time to adjust. She left out a sigh.

"How about you and I go shopping? We can buy anything you like! It will be really fun, just the two of us." With that Arabelle got up from the bed and started to walk out of the room when she heard him speak.

"I can't go anywhere," he whispered in his sweet angelic voice. She turned around to him and asked, "Why not, sweetie?" He looked down again.

"Because I don't want to leave my little brother."

Arabelle felt sorry for him. She thought to herself: "He must love his younger brother a lot. Most kids his age don't even know what love is until they grow a little older. She smiled again and said, "Then we can take him as well." She left the room but not before telling him to get ready.

After reaching the mall, Arabelle told the boy to pick whatever he liked. His little brother was with them too, laying quietly in the walker, sometimes passing heartwarming smiles to the people who walked past them making them smile too. He was a happy baby. In the meantime, after Arabelle's millionth request he went inside a toy shop, but primarily for his little brother. He picked up a bag of Hotwheels.

"Zer would love this..."

He thought to himself. Arabelle walked to him and asked, "Found anything?" He glanced at her with his innocent eyes and nodded his head, extending the bag to her. Arabelle smiled in victory and took the toy bag from him. She was glad that he at least bought something from there. She never expected this kid to even speak to her... no one would expect him to say anything anyway knowing everything he had been through. She went to the cashier and paid for the toy, and turned to the boy.

"Are you sure that is all you want? You can look at other toys too. How about this robot?" Arabelle pointed at the 1 feet tall robot held up against the wall. He was never a fan of robots, instead, he loved to play with normal toys like cars. He shook his head "No." Arabelle did not insist much. She wanted the kids to feel comfortable around her, she wanted to take care of them. It was strange for her as well, at her young age she never liked kids, but now at the age of twenty-eight, she was so fond of kids. Arabelle chuckled at her thoughts. But, the smile was immediately wiped away from her face when she heard noises coming from out of the shop. She looked beside her and saw that the boy was gone. Her heart raced as if she had seen a ghost when her eyes landed outside the shop.

The kid was holding his baby brother tightly in his arms and shouting and yelling at someone.

"Stop! Go away! Get away from us. I will not let you take him!"

Arabelle immediately rushed to him. The commotion grabbed the attention of a lot of people nearby. There were two people in front of him.

"Honey, what's wrong? Are you okay?" She leaned forward to him and gently put her hands on his shoulder to calm him down. But, he persistently yelled at random people around him, making the baby in his arms burst into tears.

His brother was fine and protected by the guards of Arabelle. Two of the passerby who seemed to be a couple were so mesmerized by the baby's innocent face and mischievous smile that they picked him up to coo him. But, his elder brother had misunderstood it. He was scared they were trying to take his little brother away from him, so he ran to them and thrashed and thrashed until they put the baby back in the walker. No guard could stop the child from his deranged behavior. He just held him close not wanting to let go. People were slowly leaving the area when they noticed Arabelle with them.

"Honey, no one is going to take your brother. Look he is safe with you. Please put him down." He violently shook his head.

"N-no they will take him away!"

"Please sweetie, you are hurting your little brother. I promise we will go home now and you can keep him to yourself all night." This seemed to calm him down because he did not have any chance to keep his brother to him. After all, Arabelle told him his baby brother needed special rest...

After a few seconds, he put his brother back in the walker. Arabelle sighed in relief. She was worried he would not listen to her. But her gentleness and polite behavior once again won against his stubbornness.

After they reached home, as Arabelle promised, she let the two brothers stay together in the elder one's room. She could not help but stare at them.

"How could this relationship get any better," She thought both of them were lucky to have each other.

When they reached home, it was almost dinner time. The kid refused to go downstairs, saying he was not hungry. So there she was, standing outside his room with a tray full of food. She was hesitant, she did not know what he liked so she made different types of food that children would love to eat. The tray had chicken sandwiches, freshly cut strawberries, and blueberries, cheese strings, and an omelet, with a glass of milk aside. She knocked on the door thrice but since no one answered, she welcomed herself in the room and found that the little brother was already sleeping and the elder one was sitting on his bed facing the balcony. She went to him and sat beside him putting the tray on the bedstand.

"You need to eat something honey." She patted his head.

"I am not hungry..." he whispered.

Arabelle replied. "Please baby, you need to eat a little...you cannot get sick. Who will take care of Zer if you're sick?"

He didn't say anything. His heart was heavy. For a child of his age, he had, indeed, faced many things that would break any adult emotionally. He was only a child, after all...

His eyes began to water, no sound came from him as he silently let the tears fall...

Arabelle could not stop herself from feeling the pain the boy was going through. She pulled him to herself and caressed his hair.

"You can fight this, Lucas."

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Confusion was all August felt. It was her master Lucifer. That was his name, Lucas. No one called him by that name except for her mother. But she rarely heard Mrs. Knight calling him by that. Everyone knew him by the name of Lucifer. She could not blame the people for calling him that. He was a devil.

It had been a whole day since Lucifer left for his business trip. She managed to sneak out of her room and made it to the library. The gigantic library room was quiet as usual. She was sitting in the chat beside that table, darkness surrounded her like a thick black coat. Only a small candle was there to surpass the darkness and give her a little light, but enough to read the book. It was not hard for her to get there in the library, since she did not have to worry seen by Lucifer.

Her thoughts drove back to the book in her hand, which was more like a journal or diary. The book was closed, the brown thick cover was in the view. The bizarre book cover she had ever seen. The thoughts swam to the contexts she just read. It was indeed about her master. But, was it just a story? Or was it real and not just mere imaginary writing?

What life he had before this one?

She thought to herself. Who was Arabelle? That name did not sound familiar to her. She never heard anyone say this name. She remembered another name that was mentioned.

Zer.