The Demon's Soul

I felt a sigh of relief when he said that even though my life was in threat. The time I had spent within the morning was Luke and not this man.

So it was never my father, Alos, but it was my ex-fiance who was trying to kill me all this time. He used my parents when they had done nothing wrong. I don’t know how and when it happened but the furniture in the room had caught fire so did the others in the house.

"Don’t struggle and I’ll make your death quick and easy, okay," he said calmly and I staggered while I moved away from him.

"Get away from me," I retorted when he came close. Holding the frame tightly in my hand I swung it over his face, as it made a crack sound.

I made a quick dash towards the door but when I reached the staircase I tripped as he caught hold of my leg.

"I asked you to be docile but are being rude, Lillian," he said dragging me by the leg as I kicked him as hard as I could. I noticed the blood dripping from his head and it made me wonder if he was mortal or immortal.

The heel of my shoe hit right on his face and he grunted in pain as he let go of me. I huffed as I tried finding the main door and finding it wasn’t easy with the amount of smoke that was filling up in the house.

When I stepped into another room I felt a log hit on my leg, making my head spin. A sharp object pierced through my stomach making me scream in response.

"I’m taking you with me this time Lillian. After all, we are meant to be together," Damien said bringing his bloody fingers to brush my hair away from my face while I was in agonizing pain. Making a cut over my wrist he took the blood.

He pulled back to mumble some unknown language while I clutched my stomach. As my pain increased so did the fire in the house.

"Why is it not working? Why is the fire not extinguishing?!" I heard him exclaim furious at what he was doing.

Soon the fire began enveloping him and he tried dodging it but the fire was quick to catch up with him. It had burnt a portion of his arm in the process. It was later that he realized that I was the one who had caused the fire and his eyes blazed in fury when his eyes met mine.

"Lillian stop the fire! The sacrifice ceremony has already begun and if I don’t complete it your soul will be lost forever!" He ordered me and I smiled looking at his panicked face. With the fear and torture he had put me through, it gave me an odd satisfaction to look at him in this state.

"I rather lose my soul than spend it with you," I replied as more fire engulfed and it was blue in color.

Damien screamed in agony as the fire burned him until no further scream was heard and he dropped dead on the ground.

The fire had somehow extinguished itself leaving only smoke as it passed out of the window. My back was on the wall as I sat there clutching my stomach with my hands covered in my own blood. I turned in my discomfort letting a startled scream of pain. My eyesight was turning hazy making it difficult to concentrate on any object while my head pounded.

I had lost too much of blood and taking in air to my lungs was difficult as time passed.

This was not how I had imagined myself to die.

On one side I was glad that Damien was dead and he wouldn’t bother anyone while on the other side I felt sad that because of me my parents had suffered.

Luke. My heart squeezed at the thought of leaving him behind.

I wondered if he and the others were searching for me. It was too late now, I was loosing conscious and keeping my head straight was difficult.

"I hope you forgive me this time," I said to the air. I had made Luke wait before and now I was leaving again and this time it would be forever.

Only if I could see him one last time. I felt a tear roll by my cheek.

While I remembered everyone whom I was grateful to, my mind came across a person and it made me smile. With a last wish in my mind I felt my body float as I took the last breath of air.

Third person’s POV:

In the laboratory, Elvis observed the burnt body that was hardly recognizable but he was an expert in the medical field.

"This isn’t Alos, Canrart," the witch king spoke.

"What do you mean?" Canrart questioned back looking at the bones.

"This is someone else, maybe Luke could help us find out later," Elvis said pulling a white sheet over the body, "How is he?" He asked out of concern.

"Not good," Canrart replied with a sigh, "Truthfully I don’t know what to say. He hasn’t spoken or come out of the room since last night we found Lillian. Only if we had kept her safe and reached there sooner."

"None of us knew it was going to happen, Canrart. We are all recovering from it and we can only pray for her soul where ever she is," Elvis said squeezing Canart’s shoulder.

When Luke and the others found Lillian’s location her body was already out cold.

It was hard for Luke to believe that she was gone. Just that morning they had spent time together and now she was no more.

There was no life and even though the body was only an empty shell he refused to move away from it.

Luke’s room walls were covered in holes as he had repeatedly gone punching them with anger, letting out his frustrations out. His wife, his lover whom he had sworn to protect was dead and it was because he was not responsible enough.

He was sitting on the bed, touching her hair with love as if she were sleeping and still breathing.

Lucian Knight had loved and cherished the woman with all his heart. He was her shadow that followed her but without the body, a shadow couldn’t or didn’t exist. He was nothing without her.

He thought upon what her parents had decided. They would bury her body here behind the palace during midnight which was hardly a few hours away.

A few hours where her body would be buried in the coffin and a few weeks for her body to turn dust.

But he wanted her back. Alive.

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