When Heaven and Hell collide

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~Chapter Seven~

"Forswear it, sight!

For I ne'er saw true beauty

Till this night "

-William Shakespeare's, Romeo and Juliet-


Lucifer


"Is everything prepared?" I ask Cain.

"Yes, my lord. The demons are ready and awaiting your orders, although sloth is not too pleased we interrupted his nap," He replies.

"Of course he is, I would expect nothing less from him. Good, I will return when it's time," I turn around and head for the ballroom.

The ball is already in full swing when I arrive.

The decor is the same as always black, red and gold. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves so far people are drinking, dancing and getting along. I look around me for any hint of Michael's spies, so far I can't see nothing obvious but I know they are here.

I can feel them.

I make my way over to the bar.

"Whiskey," I demand.

"Yes, my lord," he replies.

I turn around whiskey in hand and have another good look around. My eyes wander over to the door as tingle shoots through my spine. Then I see her, the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on. All the air is sucked out of my lungs. My heart is pounding against my ribs and I can't seem to move a muscle. It's her.

Grace. My Grace.

My angel, my life, my love, my queen.

She's here, how is she here? Michael was supposed to be hiding her.

I still can't seem to move as she takes someone's arm and glides into the room. She's looking nervous but amazed as her eyes are taking everything. I've never seen someone look so radiant. Her long dark hair is swept forward falling over her bare shoulder and delicious breast. Her white and red dress makes her look every inch the queen she is. So elegant. So delicate.

So very fucking mine.

I need to go to her but I still can't seem to fucking move!

"What is wrong with me!" I growl to myself.

I'm the King of Hell for fuck sake. I've been struck dumb by this vision before me.

I finally manage to suck in a shit load of air, my breathing quickens and my heart racing. I tear my eyes away from her to the man beside her.

Azreal. How is she with Azreal?

Nope. She is mine! I fucking care how good of a friend he is. He can't fucking have her!

Using all my strength I turn around neck back the whiskey and slam it down on the bar counter. I turn back around straighten my suit then I take a step forward and then another and another. Next thing I know I'm standing behind her next to the dance floor.

I can smell her heavenly scent. She smells like wild Jasmine. It makes my mouth water. I want to taste every inch of her. My cock twitchers and my body trembles with need.

I take a deep breath.

Am I nervous? Fuck! How the hell can I be nervous?! I am Satan! I don't feel this shit!

I take another long deep breath.

"Azreal," I call to him.

He turns around and greets me with a big genuine smile. I see Grace stiffen and goosebumps flare across to back and shoulders.

"Lucifer!" He turns and pulls me into his open arms and pats my back. I do the same. He's one of the few people I actually trust and can call a friend, but all that now currently rides on the outcome of this conversation. "How are things going?" He asks.

"Things are perfect now," I reply with a laugh.

My Queen then turns around and the room goes silent the music and laughter fades away as soon as her eyes meet mine, both our breaths are stolen. I know then that she is most definitely unequivocally mine and no one will ever take her away from me.

She is even more breathtaking close up. Her turquoise eyes glows through the white lace mask. Fear, shock and... love? Is that love swirling around in them? Her flawless ivory skin gives way to two perfect full pink lips that are begging to kissed.

Love. There is actually love in her eyes. Can she feel it too?

She is every bit the queen I wanted, too beautiful to be imagined. So beautiful that I want to fall to my knees and weep. Beg her to love me. To be with me, I'd give her the universe, my heart, my life, my soul.

I can't take my eyes off of her. Sixty years I've waited for this moment and it's finally here.

Suddenly, I hear a noise and I'm brought back out of my thoughts. Sounds of the music and people yammering away and laughter start to come back.

Azreal clears his throat. "Lucifer, allow me to introduce you to my sister, Grace."

Sister? Grace is his sister?

Thank fuck for that. I breath a sigh of relief but then wonder why the fuck has he not mentioned her before. Lava burns inside me at this but I need to remain calm.

"Grace." I whisper, eyes locked with hers, "Ma Reine (my queen), I am Lucifer, it's my pleasure to finally meet you. I had no idea that Azreal had a sister, if I had known that I would of made your acquaintance a lot sooner," I tell her with soft smile.

I need to touch her.

I take her hand in mine and bow before my queen and place the softest kiss on her knuckles, heat and pleasure tingle throughout my body. I straighten up but don't let go. I can't let go. I will never let go.

A slight blush creeps onto her cheeks barely visible through the white lace mask she's wearing.

"A-A pleasure to meet you too, L-Lucifer," She stutters. Is she nervous? Scared? Fuck I hope not scared.

"Would you allow me the honour of a dance with the most beautiful woman in the universe?"

She looks into my eyes, swollows and gently nods.

Azreal just stands there staring at us. Wondering what is going on. I never dance at these and for the last sixty years I haven't even looked at another women. How could I? And even though he is a good friend, there are only the demons closest to me know about Grace and the prophecy. Maybe I should of told him. Fuck! Then I wouldn't of had to wait all these fucking years for her. He tells that her that he will wait right here as I lead her onto the ballroom floor.

Still hand in hand.

I bow again, whilst she curtsies. Lost in her eyes and still refusing to let go of her tiny warm hand. Her delicate fingers then thread through mine. My while whole body is alight with love, passion, relief. I wrap my other arm around her small waist pull her in. Close. She gasps and her breath hitches as she looks up at me. Our bodies fit together perfectly but I can't get close enough.

I want to kiss her. I want to taste her, every inch. I want to devour her. To ravish and feel her to the point our bodies and souls become one.

Still not breaking eye contact I take a step backwards, she follows. We dance around the room effortlessly, I've long forgotten that anyone else even exists. I finally have her in my arms. Nothing has ever felt more right, more perfect. Right now, I'm not the king of the dammed, evil incarnate, right now, I am just a man.

"This is my first time at ball, It's beautiful," My queen whispers to me. A nervous smile playing on her lips.

"Thank you, ma reine. Is that why you are so nervous? I hope I do not scare you, that is last thing I want to do," We stop and I spin her around.

She is so elegant and graceful, her name suits her perfectly.

"You do not scare me as such, well... you should but for some reason I'm not scared, nervous maybe is more the right word, I think," This brings a huge smile to my face. "It's my second time to leave Heaven, I'm not really supposed to be here. Azreal brought me to celebrate my first time helping a human this morning."

She's actually speaking to me. Her voice is like a symphony. It's hypnotic.

She's more addictive than fucking meth.

Nervous? I hope it's in a good way, I laugh and lean down to whisper in her ear "Ah, I see. And why do I make you so nervous?"

I feel her breathing ramp up, short shallow breaths and gently brush my lips over the skin of her ear, she shivers and melts into me more. "I-I'm not sure." She breathes and I smile and straighten up.

"May I ask how have you only left heaven twice?" I ask her.

She frowns and her eyes fill with uncertainty and panic.

"I-I have some very bad people looking for me and I've had to stay in Heaven for my safety. Michael said that they want to take me away and to do unspeakable things to me and want to take my wings to gain entry into Heaven, slaughter the angels and take over. I couldn't allow that to happen so I never left. But finally Azreal managed to persuade them to allow me to help people on earth. They agreed but only if my brother was with me at all times. And only for my missions."

And there it is. That lying fucking bastard is going to pay dearly for this.

"Grace."I say softly. "I will never let anyone harm you in any way. I promise you that."

"Why would you make promise like that? You don't know me," She questions.

"I might not know you personally, but I know for certain that no one is out to get you in the way you've been told. Would you like to know the truth, ma reine?" I ask her.

Trepidation is burning in her eyes.

She nods nervously.

We stop dancing and I whisper, "then come with me and I will tell you everything."

She looks over towards Azreal who is watching closely with a confused look on his face.

I hold up my hand to him and motion that we are going to the next room. He nods and I lead my queen off the dance floor and to my throne room.

Her whole body is trembling. "Please don't be frightened, I won't hurt you."

I lead her out of the ballroom and over to my throne room to the steps where we both sit down.

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