“His name–” I start, gesturing to the cat, but her laugh, along with the shake of her head, cuts me off.
“Oh, you don’t like Lucipurr?” she teases, tilting her head and holding back another laugh. I give her a look that clearly demonstrates that I, in fact, do not appreciate the flattery of this copycat. She laughs again, petting the small black cat. “Don’t worry, his name is actually Doom.”
“How fitting,” I comment, glaring at the cat who gets to rub up against Lilith’s tits.
Am I really at the point that I’m feeling jealous of a cat?
“So, job, room, cat. What do you want to tackle next?” she asks, arching a brow, as if I was bluffing about the whole ordeal.
I smirk at her as I walk backwards out the door. “I suppose we’ll start with no more secrets.” I have the door half closed before I give her one last glance. “Tomorrow.”
She blinks at me as I shut the door, leaving her with her cat and her thoughts. I’m sure she still has a lot to work through. She seems to be handling the event with the angels well. I’m not too surprised. Lilith isn’t afraid of violence, and clearly, she didn’t want to die, or else she wouldn’t have summoned me.
Now, all I have to figure out is how to tell Lilith the whole truth while making sure I keep her safe. I lie awake all night wondering if it’s possible to have everything I’ve ever wanted. My mind also runs every possible scenario as to how it could get fucked up.
Chapter twenty-four
Doomsleepscurledupon my legs, and I can’t help but smile. Seems the move from Earth to Hell wasn’t too much for him. I make a note to ask Lucifer if he’ll still have a cat’s lifespan or if it will be longer in this realm. Maybe I should be a little more shaken up after what happened with the angels, but I’m no stranger to violence. Plus, they’re all dead. Not to say that more angels might not come after me, but I feel safer in Hell—safer with him.
It was inevitable that, at some point, my quest for answers would come and bite me in the ass. And after the day’s events, I have no doubt in my mind Diana was coming to Hell to warn me of the angels and their intent. Then what did I do? I trusted a stupid angel with a stupid fucking name to help me. I was so blinded by revenge that I desperately turned to him. It’s clear I should have turned to Lucifer first, but it’s all behind me now, I’ve grown in a lot of ways while I was away and living in the mortal world.
My life on Earth has been subpar, and I can’t help but feel like I belong in Hell. Is it because I feel more secure around Lucifer? Or maybe it’s the gothic ambiance of the manor or just the people here in general.
Sure, I’m judged in Hell. I definitely haven’t missed Lisa and her merry gang of skanks, but I’m not judged for being a bad person; they simply just don’t like me. Which is fine, I don’t like those bitches either.
I will miss Kas, but I imagine that she would come visit me. At least, I hope so.
The feeling of my heart being tugged on has stopped now that I’m here. Now that Lucifer has touched me, saved me, and bathed me.
I shiver when I think about his gentle touches, so contradictory to the hard man that he is. He’s reverent with me. The only other time I’ve ever seen him gentle is with Blair. Clearly, in a different way, but something about being a soft spot for the Devil does something to me. Before I left, he promised me the world. I’m still unsure of his intentions, and I wonder how much is going to come to light now that all of our secrets are coming to an end.
Nervousness is probably the main feeling when it comes to knowing all of Lucifer’s secrets. But to be honest, I’m excited more than anything. What prevented me from giving in before everything happened was not only my internal struggle with my morality but his inability to be forthcoming.
Could this really be the fresh start I was looking for?
Living my life in Hell the way I see fit? Falling for the man no other would even consider because of his reputation? I can’t help but think about the overwhelming possibility, especially when Doom purrs. Lucifer—Satan—Ruler of the Underworld brought me my fucking cat to make me happy.
I pull up my shirt and look at the spot where my wound no longer exists. He saved me, he wants me, and most of all, he will do anything to protect me.
Doom rubs his forehead against mine, waking me up. I stretch, and I can’t help but run my hands along the expensive bedspread.
I missed these sheets.
After I shower and enter my closet, I smile, looking upon my old friends. All my luxurious clothes which Lucifer picked out for me—at least, that’s what I’m assuming.
I chose a black silk dress that shows just the right amount of cleavage while the entire back is made of hanging black gems and crystals. It’s heavy, but it will be worth it.
As soon as I open the door, I find Lucifer standing in the hallway. He’s wearing a black suit as usual, his hair slightly loose and not pushed back. I can’t help when my mind wanders to what he was wearing when he saved me, how he was splattered in our enemies’ blood. He sullied his expensive outfit to avenge me—who said romance is not dead?
Is there anything that’s more of a turn-on than being violently avenged by an attractive man?
I blink… nope, we can’t go there. We still have no secrets and Beelzebub to cross off our list before we give in.I can’t give in, no matter how good he looks.
“Sleep well?” I nod my head, and he smirks. “Was my performance adequate?”
My mouth gapes as I glare at him. “You can not use what I said when I thought I was in a dream against me.”
“Did you really think you were dreaming, darling?”
