Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 51

29th August 2000

It was one of the darkest nights, he was in his room, curled up in a ball while lying on his bed. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead to his bedsheets. His body quivered and he found it difficult to open his eyes. He gasped for air.

Another nightmare broke into another anarchical repose. The ticking of the clock stopped and was replaced by the sound of the tintinnabulation. Lucifer's eyes were wide open when his eyes heard the ding of the clock bell. His room was encompassed by darkness. But that's how he liked it. He liked being in the dark because the tenebrosity was the only thing that could perceive him and was parallel to him. He was not more than seven years old. But he understood the clandestine of the darkness.

This time, his nightmare was more violent and brutal. The loud gasps coming out of him and the continuous flowing of the egestive on his body were the evidence. His hand reached for the lamp on his bedside and switched it on, defeating the darkness and escalating its light on a small portion of his room.

At the same time, one of the maids of the Knights was walking in the hallway when her eyes landed on Lucifer's room. The door was slightly opened and the light could be seen by her. She pushed it farther and knocked on the door.

"Are you okay, young master?" She asked gently. Lucifer's eyes landed on the maid and he swiftly got out of his bed, running to her. His little arms were wrapped around the maid as he sobbed onto her black maid dress. The maid felt pity for him and put her hand on his head.

"You can talk to me, honey." She whispered to him.

"I-I have n-nothing. I ha-have no f-family." The maid hugged him tighter and kneeled to him. "That's not true, honey. You have a family, even though they are your foster parents. They both love you and your brother." He shook his head violently.

"They are n-not my real p-parents. They will never be!" His voice suddenly got louder. He refused to accept them as his parents. Arabelle loved him and his brother, but she could never replace his biological mother.

She inhaled sharply and responded, "sometimes there are people in our lives who come at the right time to extricate us. And these are the people who will be with you till the end of the day, Lucas. Maybe Lucian and Arabelle are not one of those individuals, but there will be someone..." It had been long since someone called him Lucas. She paused to break the hug and cupped his wet-red cheeks and said, "Who will salvage you from the depth of the sea of melancholy. There is someone for you. One day, you will find what is rightfully yours."

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She winced when the cold water from the shower touched her body. She had countless bruises all over her body. She gritted her teeth together as she scrubbed her body with the soap. It hurt. It hurt so much she wanted to cry. Her body was screaming at her to stop but all she wanted was to get rid of his touch, it disgusted her. She almost poured all the liquid soap from the bottle and began scrubbing her body. Each part of it.

Her hands.

Her shoulders.

Her neck.

Everywhere her hand could reach, she scrubbed it all. She cursed her life, she cursed for being an orphan, she cursed her foster parents to treat her like crap. She cursed her bullies from her old school that made her so infirm. She cursed for working at the Knights. If only she would have looked for a better job...she would not have to work for Knights. It was her biggest mistake, Caroline warned her several times but she never listened.

Why did I not listen?!

Her eyes began to tear and her movements slowed down. A loud sob escaped her mouth and she felt as if she would fall anytime if she did not grip on something. The water was still running on muffling the sound of her loud sobs. She turned around to face the opposite side of the shower and involuntarily her back rested on the wall behind her. The soap was washed away from her body as she glided down and her bottom touched the cold-hard floor. Why was that happening to her? She wanted to escape! She wanted to run away. But, there was no escape, she knew it.

After she came out of the bathroom, she got dressed and sat on her bed. August looked to her bedside and saw her bags on the floor. Her hands clenched tightly onto the bedsheet. Was it fear she felt? Or was it the anger? The emotions were so intense she could not comprehend. With her shaky legs, she got up from the bed and walked towards her belongings. All of her clothes were somehow tugged inside the bag, her small pouch was lying beside it on the floor. She picked up her pouch and found it open, but what surprised her was a decent amount of cash sticking out of the half-opened zipline of the pouch. She frowned. She did not remember putting an amount this big in her pouch. She opened the zipline and was beyond shocked. She counted it after pulling out the money.

$2000.