Married to the Devil's Son novel Chapter 92

92 Chapter 32

Lucian and Roshan arrived in front of a white mansion that loomed behind a big iron gate. The gate opened by itself and Roshan stepped inside. Lucian followed him silently until they arrived at the front door.

"Are you sure you want to meet Lucifer?" Roshan asked turning to him.

"Anything I should know before walking inside?" Lucian asked in turn.

Roshan paused for a moment as if contemplating what to say. "Nothing I can summarize." He said then opened the door and led the way.

They walked through long empty halls with some strange paintings on the wall. Even the ceiling was painted with some dark, strange yet mysterious figures that sometimes seemed to be looking at him. They walked past several doors till Roshan stopped in front of one. This door was different from the others that were only plain white. This one was made of old wooden with some shapes and symbols carved into it. Just like the gate the door opened by itself and Roshan gestured for him to go inside first this time.

Lucian took a moment before stepping inside, feeling a bit nervous as he looked around the big empty room. No one was there so he turned to Roshan but he was already gone and the door suddenly shut by itself.

"You came to see me?" Suddenly a cold voice spoke.

Lucian recognized this voice and as he turned back around he recognized the man standing in front of him as well. It was the silver-haired man in his dreams. This time he could see him clearly. He had the coldest blue eyes Lucian had ever seen and the palest skin. It complemented his hair in a strange way, but what caught his attention the most was the man's facial features. They were a mixture of feminine and masculine, angelic and devilish that it made you gawk in fascination yet keep a distance in fear.

Could he be the devil?

Yes. Lucian could feel his dark powerful energy.

"Yes," Lucian began nervously. "We have met before I believe."

"We have." The man spoke taking a few steps forward.

This man or the devil had come to meet him before. Why?

"I am Lucian. The seventh prince of Decresh... who is believed to be dead now and before that people believed me to be the devil's son."

The devil just looked at him with no expression on his face. Lucian didn't know what to say next so he just decided to get to the point. What he was about to ask made no sense but after everything he went through he truly believed that everything could be possible.

"Are you my father?" He said the words quickly as if he didn't want to hear what he was saying himself.

Lucian had at least expected the devil to be a bit surprised but he wasn't. Instead, he was quiet for what felt like hours before he replied.

"Yes."

The man who was claiming to be his father stood there indifferent to the whole situation. There wasn't even a tiny bit of emotion on his face.

"Why...why would I believe you?" Lucian asked.

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't believe it already." The man stated.

It was true. If the devil was his father it would explain everything that had happened to him so far. It would explain his powers, it would explain why his father, the king hated him so much and it would explain the dark side of him, that he usually called his demon without knowing why. Everything would make sense, yet nothing made sense right now.

Why did he grow up with someone other than his father? Why did he have to endure all these years of confusion and loneliness?

Somehow Lucian knew the answer. His father didn't want him, and here he was, looking for him like an idiot and spoiling his peace.

No one wanted him. Nor his real father nor his fake father.

"It's true I didn't want you but your mother did. She wants you very much."

Lucian got even more confused. "My mother?"

Why didn't he think about it? If his father turned out to be the devil than his mother could very much be alive.

"Yes, your mother. Her name is Nyx and she would very much like to meet you."

"My mother...wants…" Lucian's mind became a fog and his head began to throb in pain.

A part of him wanted to meet his mother, but the other part of him, the angry part didn't want to. All those years he had spent alone and none of his parents bothered to see him so why would he want to see them now?

"I asked what I wanted to ask. Now if you will excuse me I have somewhere to be." Lucian said before turning to leave.

The devil didn't try to stop him and Lucian expected nothing less. He couldn't say that he didn't feel hurt or disappointed though.

As he walked through the halls a part of him hoped his father would come after him and at least explain why he abandoned him but he knew that wouldn't happen. No one wanted him.

No one.

"Lucian."

Unexpectedly a woman stood in the hall, a few feet away from him. Lucian thought he recognized her. Those green eyes, just like last time looked at him with such pain and sadness, it pained him for some odd reason.

"Lucian." She called again carefully taking a few steps forward.

Her gaze fell on his hands and her face twisted. Lucian looked down at his hands. He hadn't realized that his nails had grown and because he fisted his hands they had cut through his palms and blood dripped down creating a pool beneath them. It didn't pain him at all but it seemed to pain her.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Somehow he knew who she was. Her long raven black hair that looked just like his,

her pale unblemished skin, her sharp nose, and those prominent cheekbones and jawline. She looked a lot like him or more correctly he looked like her.

Mother?

He hoped not. He didn't have the strength to meet his mother yet.

"You are hurting yourself." The woman spoke looking pained.

Lucian ignored her and since she didn't answer his question he didn't bother to ask her again. Why would he? If she was his mother she didn't bother to raise him so he shouldn't care.

Lucian ignored the blood that dripped down his hands as he walked past the woman in the hall. There was a look of anguish on her face as he passed by her but it didn't stop him from continuing further.

"Lucian."

This time he stopped in his tracks. This voice, this scent...it was Hazel. He heard quick steps behind him and then she grabbed his hand.

"What have you done?" She said looking at his hands worriedly.

Lucian stared at her confused. What was she doing here?

"Hazel...what are you…"