Embrace Of The Lucifer

Chapter 49

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.

She did not earn this much. Why would Lucifer give her an early salary which was double the normal

amount? She took the pouch with her and went downstairs. She noticed the golden walls as she

walked down the staircase, all of the furniture was shining bright for Christmas. But she was not sure if

she would be there during Christmas. Although she would hate to be in this big house all alone during

her favorite holiday, she could not imagine spending it with Lucifer at his penthouse. She bit her bottom

lip to suppress the sob begging to leave her mouth. She had to be stronger than this. She could not just

let him take her away! But what would stop him?

"What are you doing here?" Ela asked her. She just came out of the kitchen and made her way to the

living room where August was standing unknowingly. Her question brought her back to reality. August

was not dressed in her regular maid outfit, instead, she wore simple white pants and a red half-sleeved

t-shirt. Her hair was still wet from her shower and her t-shirt was wet from the droplets of her drenched

hair. Ela's eyes shifted to her hand and saw August holding her pouch. That did not go unnoticed by

August, she assumed Ela had understood why she was down there.

"Master gave it to you. He said it is a Christmas bonus. All of the maids got it before they left." Oh, she

was aware that they were given a bonus, but they were not given twice their salary for the bonus. Alexa

and Ruby had been working for longer than other girls, so they were given the highest amount of $300

extra as the bonus. August only earned not more than $600. There was no way Lucifer would give her

$1400 more as a bonus. August timidly nodded her head even though she did not believe a word Ela

had said, or maybe Lucifer did not tell her the actual reason. Nevertheless, Ela was aware of

everything that happened in the house.

She turned to leave for her room.

"August," Ela called her out. She stopped in her tracks but did not turn around. "You will be leaving with

him tonight." A grievous feeling passed her heart that juddered her entire body. A low wheeze left her

mouth. Her eyelids seized against one another, she did not respond to her

and ran to her bedroom, closing the door behind her and carefully locking it.

No, I cannot let it happen. I need to do something. I need to escape!

Lucifer was yet to come home. She thought it would be perfect timing for her to leave the house. She

walked to the window and looked outside, thankfully there were not many guards. It would be easier for

her to leave. She quickly dried her hair with the towel and brushed it. Suddenly, her phone rang. She

picked it up and the soft voice of Caroline was heard from the opposite side of the phone.

"Hello sweetie, how are you?" August's throat dried in poignant. She had never hide anything from

Caroline. Caroline always taught August to share her every sorrow with her no matter how painful it

would be for Caroline. But that time August could not do it. She could not hurt her only family. Caroline

would be devastated.

"H-hello Caroline, I-I am good, and you?"

"I am fine honey, but are you sure you are alright? You sound distressed. Are you sick?" August bit on

her bottom lip. Her eyes began to water. She gulped down her sorrow and responded. "No, I am fine

Caroline. I-I just can't wait to see you."

Caroline's face light up by her response. "I am looking forward to meeting you during Christmas honey.

I am planning to prepare your favorite chicken roast and baked potatoes!" Listening to her excitement

in Caroline's voice, August's knees gave up on her shivering body. She fell onto her bed and clenched

her fist tightly.

"You will be coming for the holiday, won't you?" There was a sudden sincere and worry in her voice.

August immediately spoke up.

"Of course! I will be coming, Caroline. But I need to go now. I will call you later." She was thankful her

voice did not break that time.

"Okay sweetie, Take care." She politely responded and ended the call. Throwing her phone on the bed,

she rested her hands on her legs and touched her forehead with her palm. She was sweating badly.

She wanted to tell Caroline everything, but she was too scared. Her anxiety was killing her. She

decided she would leave.

August lifted her bag and her small pouch in her other hand. She looked around the room one last time.

She could not say that she would miss that bedroom because even those walls held a bad memory,

those walls also echoed her cries of agony.

She wiped a drop of tear that glided down her cheek to her neck and twisted the doorknob to open it.

The opened with a cracking voice of the wood and she took a step ahead in the hope to search for a

new life, a life full of freedom.

"Going somewhere, butterfly?"

That voice.

The familiar ridiculing voice.

She looked up and wished she never did.