Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 47

The floor smells nice. Faintly woody. Guess most people don't have a reason to sniff it. A foot to the neck is plenty of reason. Of course, I kicked at the other leg, and of course, its owner falls, but heavy blows to as swift and plentiful as the shooting stars were supposed to be last night remind me it was not a fair fight. The explosions of pain forced me into a fetal position, for what little solace it provides me. Couldn't smell the floor anymore, only taste blood.

By the time they left, I got barely stand up on my own. My hand slammed on the wall beside me, on which my backside was smashed before the beatings I got. My hands were all bloody and I noticed a bloody handprint on the same wall. I was having trouble breathing, my bag was lying on the floor, it looked peaceful than I ever was. The moment I fully tried to stand up, my legs gave up on me, making me fall back on the ground. It was around 4 p.m., the basketball field was always empty at that time, the reason why no one was around and the reason why the jocks easily beat me up. I touched my forehead and felt something wet on it, I brought my hand down closer to my view and saw blood, a lot of blood. It must have cut badly when they stroke me on the face with a compass. Should I be thankful it did not touch my eyes? Or should I be thankful I was not stabbed in my throat with the sharp tip of the compass?

I did not know. My brain could not comprehend so much as it could only focus on the sharp pain that I felt all over my body. I tried to distract my mind, distract myself enough to regain the strength to get up and walk to my home. I know I should have thought about going to the hospital but I did not want to. I wanted to go home, lie on my bed, and sleep.

My mother would be worried if she saw me like that, so I decided to go home late when she would be out of the house. She had an important event to participate in, and the starting time of it was 6 o'clock. I chuckled to myself as I figured out, I needed to wait there few more hours till I could go back home. I got out my phone and texted my mother that I would be staying at the school to study for the test I had next week. She replied to me with an "okay" and several 'heart' emojis beside it. The next text I got from her was her telling me to be safe. I chuckled darkly if only she knew how safe I was. But I was not going to tell her, I did not want to worry her. I wondered if my father would feel the same about me, or would he tell me to get the f*CK up and fight back?

My vote goes to the second one, from my childhood that was all I heard from him. He never wanted me to be weak in front of others, I still remember his words.

"You are now the son of Lucian Knight. And my son can never be weak. Forget who you were before, you are not Lucas anymore. You are Lucifer."

What he did not tell me was that, the devil that I had to conceal deep inside of me.

June 27th, 2009.

The cries and screams of those four boys were like an elegy to my ears. But, I was not empathetic towards their pain. I was pleased. The room smelled like blood and metal, there was no light in that room, the small bulb that hung from the ceiling was only the source of light the room had. Otherwise, there was darkness everywhere. I liked it. I always liked to be in dark, when I could conceal myself from the outside world when I could be alone with my devil.

My eyes fell on the four boys who were passed out from the pain I inflicted.

Ross.

Marcus.

Ricky.

Andy.

All four of them were lying unconscious on the floor, looking so helpless and damaged. I smirked. Damaged because that was how I wanted them to be. They thought they could get away after hurting me for no reason.

I remember the other kid Jonas. These four were friends with him. I wondered if Jonas had told them about me and that led them to beat me black and blue. I quelled their protests; I did not want to fight that time and ruin the fun time I planned to have with him.

My foot connected with Ricky's body, jarring him awake. They needed to wake up. They needed to see what I wanted to do with them, just like they did to me. The pain had been carried in me for such a long time. I wanted to let all of those anger, all of those pain in those little bastards. They took the wrong person as weak. How would they even know if I was weak? They were a bunch of stupid teenagers anyway.

I grabbed his hair and made him stand, he cried out in pain but I didn't care. I landed another punch on his face, followed by blows after blows on his face and stomach. I repeated the same thing with the others. If I wanted I could have done a lot worse than that, but I didn't want to raise any more suspicion. Although I was certain none of these lapdogs would utter a word, I didn't want anyone to know about this now. Not yet. I could not reveal this side of mine so early.

The four of them were unconscious and barely moved a muscle. I picked up the bucket of cold water from the corner of the room and poured it on them. I noticed Marcus moving his hand and a loud groan from Ross rang in my ears. I smirked and whispered to myself.

So, they are alive.

The feeling of an unknown satisfaction erupted in me. The pain I had caused them, the blood that splashed out of their face when my fist connected with them, I felt something that I had been longing to feel...

Peace.

Lucifer P.O.V.

I grasped the file tightly in my hand as the wave of memories from my past rushed into my mind. No matter how hard I tried to forget them and get rid of them, they would never leave my mind. Every single day of my adolescence, I could remember all of them as circumstantial. All of them felt as if it was yesterday.

I was not a good person, and I am still not. I was a troubled child, and I was a troubled teenager. I did not regret being like that, after all that was what made me how I was in the present.

Strong and powerful.

I never liked being weak, Lucian made sure of that. He was not my father, he could never be the father of mine. Surely, Ebenezer always considered him as his father, and Hazel and Nathan were his own. But it was different for me, I could never see him as my father, he was never a father material to me. I was just his tool to get a powerful heir who would carry on his family business. I was very young when Lucian and Arabelle adopted us, so was Ebenezer and that was why he barely remembered anything. He has always considered them two his real parents.

I did not have any complaints with my foster mother, she was the opposite of Lucian. I pitied her. How did she manage to live with Lucian for so many years?

That man was solely obsessed with himself. He thought about none but himself, he would step on anything if he noticed himself benefitting from it. I could say he was the reason I grew up cold-hearted and ruthless. He never taught me to be good towards anybody, he only taught me to show everyone who I was.

Lucifer Knight. The son of Lucian Knight

My new identity. It somehow matched his name. The name itself had a strong character, a character that was built in me. A character that was all I knew.

My old self, my old name was long gone. The scared, weak little Lucas was gone, replaced by what I am now.

Lucifer.

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"Congratulations Mr. Knight! Your wife gave birth to twins!"

The nurse informed us. I looked over to Lucian and noticed a pleased expression on his face. I knew he was finally pleased to have children of his own since I and Ebenezer were foster kids. We got to get inside the cabin where our mother was. We had to wear safety masks and gloves before getting inside. When we finally got in, I saw my mother on the hospital bed, lying peacefully with her head gently resting on the pearl white pillow. Her brown blocks were scattered all over the pillow. I looked closely and noticed two figures in her arms. She was holding the babies in her arms.

"Lucas! Ebenezer! Honey, come see your new brother and sister." She said with a big smile on her face. Ebenezer squealed in excitement as he ran towards her and jumped on the bed beside her.

"Ebenezer! Don't disturb your mother like this. Come down." I clenched my teeth when I heard Lucian talking to my brother like that.

Now that you have your heir. You don't give a f*CK about us.

I could only think that, but never said it to him. Mother calmed him down and told him it was okay for Ebenezer to sit there. He grinned and looked at the babies in her arms, he reached to them and softly touched one of the babies' cheeks.

"It's so fluffy mom!" She chuckled at his comment and he looked at me. "Lucifer look! We have a new brother and sister! Now I won't ever be alone when Lucifer is busy! I'll play with them." My heart hurt for him. How much he wanted my attention and wanted me to be with him but I could not even fulfill this one dream of his. What kind of brother am I?