~Killian Scott ~

I am the way, the truth and the darkness. My light buried long ago, from the sin of Eve in the Garden of Eden. I live to remind the people of their sins they committed. They call me - Lucifer.

Desiré.🌹

Thunderstorm,the night sky gloomy,the wet grass slapping against my bare feet as a burning car lights up ahead. The closer I get,the more feel uneasy.

" Mom...?" I manage to say. it's very dark so much that only the blazing car illuminates the surrounding in a blinding heat. I catch sight of bodies on the wet grass by the forest entrance. My mind surges to crazy conclusions. Voices on my head act against me. I yank myself further and realize .... The bodies.... are my parents. The sight before me,blinds mind from functioning. I drop on my knees. Hands in my hair ,straining each strand painfully as I look at their torn apart bodies. " Mom....! ...Dad...! " I barely mutter from the shock. I shake violently waking up to bright lights and the beeping of a monitor.

" Hey,hey,hey... it's alright. You're safe."

The man speaks to me with somewhat elaborated familiarity. I try sitting up on my elbows but he stops me. I look around shocked and confused.

" Where am I?! " I ask demanding a quick answer. My eyes harden on him from suspicion.

" You're at the hospital. We brought you here at the crime scene." The man explains

* so he's with the fucking cops?*" Who are you?"

He stretches his hand forward in a calm down gesture and continues. " I'm detective Oliver Hans. I'm working on your parents murder case..." I watch his coffee brown eyes glow with sincerity. I breath out loud in a panic and try pulling out the drips attached to my right arm.

" Stop..." He orders softly an di glare daggers at him.

" My parents... Where the hell are they?!" I thunder and violently pull out the needles from my body and hiss lightly before getting out of the hospital bed.

" Hey....you can't get stressed out or your condition will get worst."

" I don't fucking care! Take me to my parents ,Now!" He leads our a sigh and leads me out of the ward.

\*. \*. \*.

When I get into the room, Oliver nods at a nurse and she leaves. It's not a dream. They actually...were murdered. I look at the bodies with nothing but grief and anger in my eyes. I part my lips in attempt to speak.

" Leave me alone,please". I mutter shakily but firm. He withdraws from beside me.

" I'll leave you then" he finally says then leaves. I take sluggish and heavy steps as my seem to give up on me moving forward. Tears sting my eyes as I get closer. I stop Infront of the first cart and read the name tag.

I hold her hand then touch her face.

" ...my dear, Desiré..." I close my eyes to her angelic voice calling out my name till it fades away. Sobs escape my lips and I sniffle softly but a painful lump in my throat. I turn to dad.

"...I watched you take your first steps....you were a runner when you walked..."

Seated between the carts of my parents' displaced bodies, I pull at my hair and scream ripples through my throat as I clutch my head in tremendous pain.

"Argghhhh..."

The door swings open and heavy footsteps rush in. I feel someone touch my wrists soft ,gentle.

" Desiré,hey. It's okay,shhhh..."

Oliver says while hugging me possessively,protective as id been something important or someone he cherishes.Hot tears stream down my cheeks. Why did they have to leave just like that? We had so much to complete as a family. Now, they're - gone.

                 Moments Later~

Desiré.🌹

Tired, I sit on a bench just outside the morgue. Oliver comes to me with a cup of coffee, handing it to me. I hesitate.

" Don't doubt me. It's not poisoned". His attempt to please, works as he shoots me a warm, comforting smile. He sips from the cup I just stare at it, lost in thought. He takes a seat by me. I then take a sip.

" How is it?" He asks trying to lighten the mood. I get the hint and play along.

" Good" I say plainly.

" This brand helps to calm the nerves and restrain fear...." he cuts mid-sentence. I watch his reaction and his mouth parted again. " If only you'd let me into your life to help you, then I gladly would."

I don't look at him. I set the cup aside and support my elbows on my thighs. Silence leaving his words hanging in midair.

" It's okay..." he begins. Defensive. " ...if you don't want to do it."

" I'm just not sure if I can trust you. I fear you might be in disguise to kill me too. Maybe you are in on it" I give him a once over. My doubt and disgust evident on my face. He laughs it off and sips some more coffee.

" I get it. I'll do same if I was in your position. But I'm the only one who can help you find the killer. To put 'em where they truly belong..."

 I consider it for a moment.

" Whosoever did this killing is a maniac. If you don't comply, the murderer will come after you next and finish you off. Is that what you want?" he adds. I look away from him. Knowing he's right. But he's a stranger. If I'm to comply, I'll have to be weary of him.

" Fine-" I begin and stand up. " ... but know this, it's strictly professional. I really need to know who killed my parents "

He shakes his head and stands too. I turn to him and look into his disapproving brown eyes.

" No. You'll be poking your nose into confidential documents and evidence we've gathered so far. It won't bode well if we get caught."

An Idea cross my mind making my eyes twinkle.

" That's the aim. Not to be caught."

" Aren't you scared?"

I scoff unfazed.

" Only the devil...scares me".

KILLIAN😈

Walking into a spacious room of ashen grey and almond ,is illuminated by a dimly lite bulb- black.

" Lucifer, here's today's treat.."

The lead guard informs me. Although this might just be a midnight mayhem, I still get to enjoy it to calm my nerves. I hear the guards close the door behind me as I walk into the room. I pull the jacket off my shoulders ,letting it slip to the floor. I find a alim,, but almost curvy brunette tied to the bed. Gagged, legs wide open for me , her boobs and nipples erect as it feels my presence. I take in the sight and my dick throbs hard behind my pants.

The red spotlight focusing on her body seems to add more sparks to her near body. Knives, whips, dildos and chains are carefully placed by the bed edge. I smile frantically at this.

" ....help me... Please..." Her voice mumbles behind the gag. I ignore it and grab her thighs, using my free hand to open up her pinkish folds. She flinches from my touch and I like her reaction.

Feeling my man down there throb behind these pants. I stick two fingers in her and to my surprise, she's already wet and ready for me to dive into the jackpot.

" Slutty aren't you, honey?" I say and move my fingers, pulling and touching her walls. Her back arched up and trying her very best to hold onto me. I watch her nipples harden from her arousal. It becomes thicker and slimy in there. Her heat makes me want to destroy that tight little cunt there. Unzipping my pants, I use her arousal to rub it before going in. All, in. I groan from her heat and how painful my dick throbs. I pick up a knife from the side of the bed, waving it against her skin. She shivers violently from its cold metal.

" Steady now..."

With the wave of my wrist, the blade cuts through her skin, and she screams as loud as she could, but the gag stops her. I pick up the whip and tease her body, she is desperate cries makes me want to use her till she no longer can stay alive. The whip swings and meets her fair body with a loud sound. She screams more and I go on. Punishing her, torturing her. Her cries fall on deaf ears.

" Scream some more! No one's going to hear you begging....!"

The whip meets her body again, and she squirts all over. I slowly keep the whip aside. I pick up another knife and lean into her face. The blade pressing to her jawline, and she inaudibly gasps.

" ...please..." she begs, and I shake my head.

" ... Do you know who you're addressing here?"

" ... L- Lucifer..."

She struggles with a strained voice. I chuckle darkly.

" So you do know."

"Please...don't kill me...please..."

I'm displeased with her pleas. It's sickening hearing it over and over again. The blade cuts through her face flesh,, and she screams again. Only her muffled voice filling the room. I watch the blood trickle down her neck. I spread her legs wider pulling out. She cries from both pain and despair. She wants it in. She wants to take me all in like the first time. I tease her forcing her to arch her back and push her hips forward to my dick. I watch her actions with amusement. I push in all at once. Banging hard and fast in her tight hole.

" Shit..." I groan from how tight she is. Blood comes out of her, but I keep up my bruising pace. Her muffled moans and are pushed back by the gag.

I grab her neck firm.

" Do you know what I do to girls like you....?"

I ask. Banging her hard.

" ... No..."

" Beg ....then I'll tell you…"

" ...please.... Lucifer ...!"

I feel her walls tighten and I know she's close, but she won't get to feel what it feels like to cum in my dick. The blade cuts her clit open blood spills down her pussy and her screams arise again. Giving me the pleasure of my pleasure building. I'm going to cum soon. I go faster.

" Fucking slut...!" I grab her neck this time, squeezing tight. Giving her limit to breath.

" ...please ... Lucifer....AHN..."

" Louder!"

The blade cuts her bottom lip open and more blood flows out. Her blindfolds are soaked from her tears.

" Ark...lease..." she chokes on her own blood and from this sight my load's going to pour out any second. Her bloody teeth stand out due to her bottom lip being cut open. I lean into her ear.

" Before you go to hell, say hello to the devil for me...."

My load pours into her and my grip on her is so hard that I break her neck and groan loudly.

" Fuck..." I pull out and stare down at my dick stained with a slut's blood. The blood follows after I pull out.

" You disgust me. Sometimes I wonder why He made creatures like you sluts." I say with disdain evident in my voice towards their kind. I get cleaned up before dressing up. Furthermore, I take out a hankie and wipe my hands of, throwingg it at her lifeless body. I head out of the room throwing my jacket over my shoulders.

" Lucifer"

The guards at the door bow.

" Clean up the mess. Keep up the good work."

" Yes, boss."

They say in unison and move into the room I just stepped out from. Leaving the area and heading towards the exit my sole knocks loudly in the empty halls. I see a figure before me and I stop.

" Lucifer"

Axel, my brother calls out to me and I grin at him.

" Axel, what's up?"

He strides towards me with long steps and grabs my collar.

" What's the matter with you ditching your son, huhh?! For what? A fucking slut show?!"

I chuckle calmly and tactfully push him away ,straitening up.

" Come on ,Axel. I gave him to you. He's in your care. So,handle him"

My voice cold and steady. I side step him but he stops me.

" Lucifer, do you know what this will do to him?! When he finds out the things you do are thesame things you deprive him of?!"

I turn around sharply.

" You'd better keep that hole shut before I shut it for you! You shouldn't mind my business when it comes to my fucking kid!"

My words make the halls go silent. Tension, limited air circulation. His eyes twinkle with anger and the muscles in his cheek ticks.

" No, Lucifer -"

His voice begins in a low rumble.

" He's your responsibility. So bare it. Don't be irresponsible when it comes to him!"

Axel turns his back on me and I lose it completely. Swiftly pulling out pistol from my holster, pointing it at him.

" No one, dares turn their backs on me. Not even you, Axel. You should know better." I say, my voice strained with anger. He stops and turns to face me.

" Where's the boy?"

" Where you left him, man."

I withdraw and put the gun away from his face. " Let's go." I move ahead of him and he follows me.

..

Walking through the house,the house keepers line up,both men and women. They all bow to me a 45°respect as I walk passed them, heading into the mansion. Stepping into the corridor my shoes are pulled out for me by one of the maid's. Jacket taken off and suitcase. I get into more comfortable shoes provided before walking into the living room. Lydia, the nanny approache me with Adrian. His ebony hair is disheveled and he has a bruise on his face.

His eyes are fixed on the floor, not daring to look at me. I move closer . Lydia moves a little.

" Speak , now. I'm listening."

I say dryly. Voice deep and firm.

"Adrian for into a fight at school today, with the bullies. "

Lydia explains and I furrow my brows. Since his mother left us,he's become unruly and affected by it. However , it's left an unbearable mark on me too. I sigh , my gaze softens and I pat his head.

" Adrian,I want to know who did this. They can't touch what's mine and fo away with it ."

He slowly gathers courage to look up at me. Those tiger eyes reminds me of her and her betrayal but- he's got nothing to do with that

" I'm sorry ,father. I wasn't strong enough"

His voice trembles as he speaks. He is that scared of me? He shouldn't be. I nod at him.

" You'll do better next time...." I stop mid sentence and stoop down to his level. " If only there'll be a next time. When I'm done with them."

I turn around and advance towards the stairs.

" Get him cleaned up and treated. Tomorrow, I'll go there myself." I ascend the stairs with my back turned to them.

...The next day~ ...

Desiré 🌹

It's still like a dream. Since the murder of my parents,life's been empty and rigged. It's like a part of me has been dejected from my body.

The funeral's been scheduled in two days. I had an appointment with the doctor to check myself because someone forced me to do this or the deal will be broken. I'm now under protection by Oliver till the case has been solved. I watch him round the car and hops into the driver's seat, closing the door .

" How do you feel?" He asks with a little concern and playfulness in his voice.

I pick thesame energy. " Never been worse. Maybe I should force you to a rehab center with a threat ,how about that?" I glare daggers at him. His eyes of golden brown flicker to dark brown. His face serious.

" It was important. You needed it, Desiré . "

He says. I narrow my eyes.

" The cop's always right." I utter taunting. He sighs as if tired.

" Fine , I'm sorry okay. It won't happen again in the future."

" It better not." I say blankly.

" But, seriously. Did your parents get involved in misunderstanding with anyone?"

I wreck my brain for some answers but fond nothing. I shake my head. " Not that I can think of. My mind's really blank right now"

" We'll need to search for some more info. The earlier we seek something out the better."

Oliver roars the engine.

"Where are we headed?" I ask curious.

" My house."

" What?" I mumble in shock. Heat creeping up my cheeks. He looks over at me . Noticing my surprise look, he adds.

" Don't be all defensive. I'm not a pervert. It's where you'll be living from now on."

I breathe out satisfied by his answer.

" Good."