“I know.” He said.
It was quiet for a moment and I thought of a way to tell him.
“Lucian…” I pulled away from his hold to look at him. “What if I told you that you are a… demon?”
He looked at me with a narrowed gaze. “Am I?” He asked.
I nodded slowly as my heart pounded inside my chest.
“How do you know?” He asked.
I straightened myself and decided it was time to tell him everything. I began to tell him how I met Irene, what she told me, about Lothaire, Roshan and Enoch. Lucian listened carefully and nodded sometimes.
“So Irene is a witch, Enoch and Roshan are demons and Lothaire is the devil?” He asked.
I nodded. “I know it sounds crazy, even I couldn’t believe it at the beginning but I could just feel it. I felt strange when I met Lothaire, something about him… his aura, his eyes… I don’t know exactly what… and he had silver hair.”
Lucians eyes widened as if in shock. “Did you say silver hair?”
“Yes.” I said confused. “What is it?”
“I have met him Hazel.”
Lothaire and Lucian met?
“When?”
“When we were in Gatrish.”
So it wasn’t recently? If Lothaire went to meet Lucian then maybe he was Lucian’s father but why wasn’t he showing himself? Why wasn’t he helping?
“Did he tell you something?” I asked.
“Nothing special. He just wanted me to win this war because he didn’t like my brothers.” Lucian said with a frown.
Lothaire the devil went to see Lucian who is rumored to be the devils son, it only made sense that Lothaire was Lucian’s father even if it didn’t make sense at the same time.
“Lucian I think…” I began, turning to him but stopped.
He was holding his heart and grimaced in pain. “Lucian what’s happening?” The veins on his neck and forehead popped out and his face turned read. I panicked.
“Lucian? What’s happening to you?” He fell from the swing, still squeezing his chest. It looked like he was in extreme pain. “Lucian?” I tried to run and bring some help but he grabbed my arm to stop me from going.
He shook his head violently. “Don’t!” He said then took a deep breath. “I am fine now.”
He took a few more deep breaths then the color on his face slowly returned to normal, just then Lincoln came rushing. I didn’t hear him knock.
“Your Highness Pierre…” He began but when he noticed Lucian on his knees he hurried toward us and fell to his knees.
“Your Highness… What happened to you?”
“Nothing…”Lucian waved his hand. “What is it with Pierre?”
Lincoln frowned. “Pierre is here with his army, inside the castle.” He spoke fast.
Lucian’s eyes widened and he stood up quickly.
“Callum, take Hazel away from here safely. Lincoln you follow me.” He said.
I didn’t even realize that Callum was here. “But Lucian…”
“Just think about getting safely out of here. I will be right behind you so don’t worry.” He said then left quickly with Lincoln.
I stood there frozen for a while when Callum grabbed my arm and shook me slightly.
“My Lady we need to leave!” He said.
Leave Lucian? How could I?
“You can be used as a weapon against His Highness. You are helping him by escaping.” He assured as if he read my mind.
Married To The Devils Son.
Chapter 60
Never had a sword touched him before and now he was feeling his flesh being cut time after time. Never had he missed to hit right before but now he was failing miserable. Rage filled his chest. Pierre would never have been able to enter the castle without help from inside which meant some of his men betrayed him. They even dared to poison him and now the poison was starting to do it’s own magic.
His heart was slowing down painfully making it difficult to breathe. His limbs became weak and his vision blurry. He tried to use his powers, but none of it was working.
Another cut on his back and he fell to his knees. Two soldiers grabbed each of his arms and dragged him on the floor then threw him in front of a pair shoes. As his heart painfully squeezed inside his chest Lucian tried to get up.
“Look who his one their knees.”
Lucian knew this annoying voice, it was Pierre. “I thought you were already dead.” He spoke then he was speaking to someone else. “I thought you gave him the deadliest poison.”
“I did, Your Highness.”
This voice, the one who betrayed him. Lucian lift his head slowly to look the betrayer in the eyes. Luke looked away quickly afraid to meet his gaze.
“You are really something brother. Still alive after getting poisoned. Anyway I am glad you are still alive because now I can kill you with my own hands.” His brother mused.
Lucian heart squeezed harder inside his chest, the pain knocking all air out of his lungs. He began to cough and realized he was coughing blood. Something burned inside his skin, it was as if his blood vessels were filled with lava instead of blood. It was an excruciating pain.
Pierre laughed. “I see the poison is beginning to work.”
Lucian was in agony, he wanted this to end. He wanted to curl on the ground, to crawl, to scream but he didn’t want to give his brother that satisfaction.
“Oh look who is here.” Pierre continued then Lucian heard Hazel’s voice.
No no no. Lucian forced himself to look up and found a soldier holding a dagger at Hazels throat. An anger like no other filled his chest and suddenly he was on his feet lurching toward the soldier who held her when another cut landed on his back. This one was so deep he could feel the steel touching his bones. Hazel’s scream filled the air as he fell on his knees again. Two guards grabbed each of his arms to hold him in place.
“I see you are very protective about her.” His brother said crouching to his level. Lucian could feel how his hearts slowed down even more. He had losing too much blood.
His brother grabbed his face and leaned in. “Don’t worry I will take good care of her.” He whispered.
Lucian could barely hold himself up. The pain in his heart was unbearable. He wanted to rip his own heart out and end this pain. “And your men…” Pierre continued loudly “Don’t worry I won’t kill them. I will make them my loyal dogs and those who refuse I will enjoy torturing them forever.” He chuckled darkly.
Lucian lift his gaze to look at his men, the loyal ones. His gaze fell on Lincoln, he was on his knees, tied, beaten badly but he was looking back at him. Lucian understood the emotions in his eyes, he was apologizing for failing to protect him. His eyes searched for Hazel, she was crying and fighting to get to him.
His throat became suddenly tight, as if he was being choked, he knew he was going to die. This pain had to be death. He wanted to see Hazel one last time, hold her one last time.
“Hazel!”