THE DEVIL'S CLAIM, A PREQUEL - THE IMMORTAL CHRONICLES: BOOK THREE
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THE DEVIL’S CLAIM, A Prequel
What would you do, if the Devil came for you?
Would you run? Would you hide, or would you give into your deepest, darkest sinful desires, and risk it all, just for one... little... taste... of him? The Devil who wishes to consume you whole.
Set in the midst of an apocalypse, Lucifer rises, bringing with him, a series of cataclysmic events. As cities fall and countries burn, Katherine, an over-worked nurse, struggles to keep up with the high demand of casualties, pouring into her hospital from the broken streets of Hell on Earth. As the world continues to crumble around her, Katherine’s only surviving hope, rests in the warm arms of her only friend and lover, but when said friend is taken, all that she is left with, is... nothing. That is, until a certain, tall, dark and handsome Devil, walks into her life and changes her world forever.
Seductive, ominous and all consuming. For this is a tale of when Lucifer met his Katherine. His love, his life, his everything. For what a better duo, than two lost, lonely, broken souls, both fated to be together, in a time that wishes to see them apart? Destined to rule. Destined to fight. Will their love prevail or will it go down, into the eternal flames of doom?
Never has there been a romance more challenging, more heated and more out of this world, than between these two forbidden and utterly relentless souls.
A war is coming and the only thing the fallen angel and his Kitten have, is time, for time is the ultimate weapon and with it, do they have the power to change it all.
So, I ask you. What would you do, if the Devil came for you?
Would you run? Would you hide or would you risk it all, to vanish into the night, to come out landing into the unknown?
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“Something is seriously wrong with you,” I state.
“Well, there’s a great many things wrong with me, but who’s really counting. I know I’m not,” Lucifer mentions.
“Why won’t you leave me alone?”
“Why? Because you are mine and I’m here to claim what is mine,” he answers.
“Claim me? But— you don’t know me. We have never met before. Why would you want me? I don’t even know you...” I end, with my voice trailing off.
“The thing about eternity, darling, is that, you and I will have all the time in the world to, know one another. This is only our beginning, our first chapter, but as every beginning begins, it will not last, and soon, will become the past. Now, how about we put the beginning behind us, and start our forever?” he extends his hand to me, but I do not take it.
“For someone willing to be with me forever, you don’t even care to ask me of my name,” I mention.
“Oh. Did I not already ask you? How rude of me. Forgive me, as it feels as though I have known you for centuries already. Please, gift me with your name, my darling.”
“Katherine. Katherine Davis,” I introduce.
“Katherine Davis. Katherine...” he repeats.
“I like it, but it’d sound better with my last name,” he says, and my mouth drops. My brows squint and I shake my head in complete disbelief.
“What... you’re psycho. You’re crazy!” I insult.
“Yes, but so are you and what a perfect match we are,” he cheerfully replies.
“Please. Just kill me now,” I beg.
“In time darling. In time, but first, I’m going to make you fall head over heels, in love with me. I’m sure it won’t take too long. I’m quite easy to swoon over. Have you seen this face?” he asks, pointing at his cheeks.
“It’ll never happen,” I tell him.
He waves his hand and the cement rock that I tripped over, goes flying behind him, crashing loudly against the building across the street. My wide eyes fall back on him, while he moves between my legs. I raise up on my hands and crawl back, but he only follows.
I stop crawling, when my back hits a large metal beam. I turn and stare up at him, as he kneels between my thighs. His eyes drop, and follow his hands, as they slide up my very sensitive skin. I involuntarily buck my hips, when those hands reach my upper thighs. He grips them and I find myself tightening my core, to combat this eager need to be touched there. His heated eyes find mine and then his hands come down hard against the pavement, on each side of my face. He lowers, hovering barely a breath away, and grins.
“You will be mine, Katherine Davis. It is only a matter of time, before you submit yourself to me and when you do, I promise you, you will never, want to be without me.” His eyes drop to my chest, before making their way back up, and meeting mine. “You are going to crave me, in ways no one else has ever made you crave them before,” he heatedly whispers.
“I rather watch the world burn, before I give myself to you,” I grit, between my teeth.
“Well, that can be arranged,” he says, and then bops the tip of my nose.
“You’re evil,” I state.
“I’m the Devil. Evil is my middle name,” he corrects.
“If you’re really the Devil, then I suppose there’s no way out of this. I guess I’m just fucked.”
“Well, not unless you want to be,” he replies.
“Are you really going to kill me?” I ask. He leans even closer, barely hovering before my lips, and whispers,
“Darling, I am going to do much more than kill you. I’m going to grant you ever-lasting life.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask. “Just kill me and get it over with,” I tell him. He pulls back, to face me, gazing at me in all seriousness.
“You want to die,” he acknowledges.
“Everyone I’ve ever cared about is dead. I have nobody left to live for,” I admit. “So, yes. To die, would be my only wish.” For a long moment, he just gazes into my eyes, and I don’t know what he seeks to find, but from the somber look appearing off his face, I know he senses the truth to my words.
“I will grant you your wish, my darling and only after, will you know what it truly means, to live. Only then, will you have something to live for,” he tenderly replies, and for some reason, I break. I finally break and I cry.
“Awe. There, there, my darling. I am here for you,” he gently assures, and I don’t even think twice, before wrapping my arms around him and pulling him against me. His arms slide around me and he hugs me almost as strongly as I hug him. “Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise,” he says.
“Just shut up and hold me tighter,” I tell him, and for the moment, I don’t care what he’s done or intends to do. Him holding me gives me everything I need, and I’m not about to deny myself of what I need the most. A damn, comforting hug, and boy can he give one. He can give one indeed.
There’s something familiar about being this close to him. There’s something intimate about being pressed strongly against his body like this. I don’t want to let him go, and I’m beginning to think that he may feel the same way about me. We lay like this. In silence. With him on top of me, and we hold each other. It’s been awhile now, and I don’t know if we will ever let go. I don’t know if I want him to let go.
His lips rests against the top of my shoulder, in one long pressed kiss and the feel of them, ignites this burning feeling within me, that I never knew could exist. There’s this warmth within. It fills me wholly and for the first time, in so long, I no longer feel all alone. I feel complete.
His lips travel delicately over my shoulder, making their way slowly up my neck with tiny, sensual pecks. It’s as if he is teasing me, making me crave more of those electrifying kisses and I hate myself for even thinking this, but I want more. I need more.
My fingers weave through his silky black hair and I pull his head back. His mouth parts, his eyes close and then he smiles, before opening his eyes and gazing into mine. He doesn’t say a word, but I know, he knows that I want him.
I try to reason with logic and all that I know. He killed (spoiler). He killed that inmate and he killed everyone in the police station. I’ve seen him do some unexplainable and crazy shit, that I still have yet to process. In fact, I still have yet to process any of all that’s gone on. I don’t think I have even processed all the catastrophe that has fallen upon this dying world. I haven’t had time to process anything, and at this stage, I don’t know if I ever will. Is that a bad thing? Personally, I don’t think so, but my psychiatrist might say different.
Despite my lack of empathy for those who have died and for this crumbling world around me, there is something I do feel, and it makes me question everything I’ve ever known about who I am as a human being. It makes me question my morality. Why do I feel so drawn to someone so evil and choose to turn a blind eye to what he’s done? What does that say about me? He’s right. They’re all right. Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I’m just as psychotic as he is.
I’ve been told, all my life, that I am not right in the head. I’ve been called weird and labeled some horrible things, that really fucked up my psyche as a child and teen, but maybe they were right. Maybe I am all those things...
He lays here, on top of me, gazing deeply into my eyes. He wants to kill me. I should fear him for wanting to end my life but isn’t that what I wanted? Isn’t that what I had wished for?
Maybe I was wrong to fear him. Maybe I should thank him. After all, what better way to die, than by the hands of the angel of death himself?
“You think too much,” he says, after a moment.
“And you speak too much,” I pop back.
“Well, better to spe—” I shut him up right there, by pulling him close and kissing him. The instant our lips meet, I am zapped with one, electrifying spark that sends a current of pleasure throughout my body. I jump against him, and pull him closer, while digging my nails deep into his skin.
This energy... it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s intense, venereal. Like an aphrodisiac, his energy feeds me a lust so potent, so satisfying, I’m afraid I will be forever drugged and addicted to him for life. I moan under his hungry lips and find this carnal and aching need to be smothered by him, to be filled by him.
I am losing my mind, to the thing before me. I am losing myself and all that I know is right and logical, but I don’t care. Call me reckless. Call me whatever the fuck you want, but I don’t care. I’m a horrible person and horrible people do horrible things. So, why not relish in who I really am? Lucifer’s right. Why deny yourself of what you crave most and right now, what I crave most is him.
I feel him smile against my lips, before taking over the kiss, with a hungry and dominate need.
“Be mine,” he whispers against my lips, but I just ignore him, and kiss him even harder.
“Is that a yes?” he asks, between kisses.
“Stop talking and kiss me,” I order him.
“Mmh. My pleasure,” he says, before rolling us over, to where I’m now on top.
His holds me against him with one arm, while his other hand squeezes my ass. Our heavy kissing continues, and I can’t get enough. It’s like his lips are laced with an addictive chemical. I’m addicted. I crave him. I need him and I honestly don’t understand why, but I don’t care. I can feel guilty about this later, but right now, I want him, and I know he wants me too.
“Bloody Hell. Stop thinking so much,” he says, and I pull away from his lips, and sit on top of him. “Awe. Is our magical first kiss over all ready?” he pouts.
“Did you just read my mind?” I ask.
“I don’t need to. You’re distracted. I mean, I know you can do better than that kiss. There’s no need to hold back. I’m all yours. Do with me as you please. Ravage me if that is what you desire.”
“I wasn’t holding back,” I state.
“On the contrary. I believe you were,” he says, while sitting up with me on his lap. His arms wrap around me, while mine now hang by my sides. “With me, my darling. You do not ever need to hold back. I know I never will.”
“I don’t understand why I even kissed you.”
“You kissed me, because you cannot resist me,” he says, with a slick smirk.
“You killed everyone...” I state.
“But you knew that already, yet you still kissed me.”
“I shouldn’t have,” I say, before standing and backing away fast. “Look, I don’t know who or what you are, but I can’t be a part of this. I can’t be with you,” I tell him.
Now that I have given myself distance, I feel as though I can finally think clearly. It’s when were close, when I lose all capability in acting like a normal human being. It’s when were close, do I find myself succumbing to my darkest and most sinful desires.
“I told you who I am,” he says, before jumping to his feet and stepping towards me.
“You said your name is Lucifer Morningstar, but that’s the name of— of—” I can’t even finish my own sentence.
“Of who? The Devil?” he answers, proudly.
“So, you’re saying that you’re the— the— the real Devil?”
“How many other real devils in your reality, do you know exist? Especially one as gifted as I. You’ve seen what I can do. I can guarantee, that I am one of a kind,” he brags.
“This isn’t real. I must be in a coma, after hitting my head on the tub. That’s it. I’m dreaming. This is just one, long, terrifying dream.”
“So, that would explain where that hideous wound on your head came from. I was beginning to wonder who my next victim would be. Hate to burst your bubble of hope, but this is no dream, Kitten. This is real and it’s happening. Whether you want it to or not. You are mine and I have come to claim what is mine.”
“You’ve come to claim?” I repeat. “No. I am not yours. I don’t know how you found me, but—” he interrupts me from finishing.
“That’s actually a very interesting story. Let’s just say, there was a higher power at hand, who had rather keep you well hidden from me, but guess what? I broke through and I found you.”
“Broke through what?” I ask.
“The wall, hidden around you, built specifically to keep me out. What an impenetrable and annoying thing to shatter, but nothing is impossible to overcome. In fact, I rather enjoy a good challenge. Keeps me on my toes and saves me from falling into complete boredom after living such a tedious and ruling life, but now that I have you... I’m going to have much more fun,” he happily ends.
“I don’t understand. Why? How? Why me?” I ask in confusion.
“Because you’re my mate, and you and I belong together. So, instead of wasting my valuable time, with this little dramatic chit chat, it’s time you accept that you are mine and give yourself to me. I’m asking you as nicely as I know how,” he adds, while taking a cautious step towards me.
“You’re asking me as nicely as you know how? Really?”
“Ohhh. For Saint Augustine’s sake,” he rolls his eyes and says in annoyance. He takes a deep breath, and gazes at me for a moment, before he goes on to calmly speak, “Katherine. Darling. Hmm. How do I put this to where your small human mind, will understand?” he asks himself. He pauses for another moment, to gather his thoughts, I assume. He proceeds to take a few, slow steps towards me, while I take a few away from him.
“You have absolutely no say, as do I, in who you choose as a mate. You and I are mated. That means, that you and I are bound together, for all of eternity. You will pledge your mind, body and soul to me, as I will do the same to you and after our vows and consummation—”
“Vows? Consummation?” I repeat. “What? Are you kidding me right now? No! Hell no!” I shout. Within a blink of an eye, he appears directly in front of me, towering over me and no longer is he calm nor chipper. No. He is downright frightening and I am trembling.
“If you only knew what I did to those who dare defy me,” he growls, and I should apologize profusely and beg for mercy, yet my stupid self does the exact opposite.
“Oh yeah? Let me guess. You killed them. Big surprise. So, what are you going to do to me? Kill me? Ooooh shocker. What are you waiting for then? Huh? For Hell to freeze over? Stop being a coward and kill me!” I shout and then I push him. “KILL ME!” I taunt, and then push him even harder. He doesn’t budge an inch. He stands his ground and he fuming with rage. His chest rises and falls deeply, His nostrils are flared and his eyes, I swear are somehow swirling with a dark red hue.
“You—” he struggles to say.
I can feel his fury. I can see it written all over his face. I am angering this evil beast, to point, that I think the blood vessels in his eyes are bursting, because they seem to be filling with blood. Yet, I don’t stop. I just keep antagonizing him. Why? Well, maybe because I am furious myself. Maybe because, I have a death wish. Maybe because, I want to die.
“Me what? Hmm? You going to beat me? You going to cut my head off like you did (spoiler). Well, then be my guest. Kill me, because I am so over living, especially if I have to live another day next to you,” I seethe. He gazes furiously into my eyes and then he just ups and vanishes into then air, leaving behind a thick, black cloud of smoke.
“What the Hell...” I mutter. I wave my hand through the mist, scattering it, until it disappears entirely.
“This is not happening. None of this is actually happening,” I whisper, before turning and glancing around.
“Where did you go?” I wonder. I’m suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. I didn’t mean to hurt him. I mean, I did but... now it all of a sudden, feels so wrong to have hurt him. “I’m sorry,” I find myself whispering into the void, before walking away, towards the only place I know to go.
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