Previously on Lucifer's Queen

I spoke in the minds of hells occupants. The cheers for getting a quest and for finally acknowledging what has been known for the month that my mate has been here rang back through the minds of all of them.

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The sun casted a orange glow all over the place signifying that it was sunset or supper time as everyone here normally called it. I stood directly across the road from where I grew up, the house that I once called home. I stared at the house waiting for a feeling of longing to kick in and sadly none did. I gripped the bag that I had in my hand tighter.

Anita had provided me with a bag. It was half way filled with money and the other half filled with clothes. I still had on the dress I wore whole in hell. It wasn't too over the top to cause person's to notice me.

I stared at the gate that I was once too tall to reach. Which now seemed like something that I could simply swing my legs over.

Should I go over there?

It was something that I wanted. I already knew they didn't like me so why put my self through this. Was it because Lucifer, the person that once promised to make me happy like I once and still yearned for couldn't full fill it and now I needed it from my family which is ridiculous because deep down I know I couldn't get it from them yet was still trying.

Signing I tightened my hand on my bag once more and straightened my posture. I had to do this. Walking up to the gate I pushed it open. It opened effortlessly not The sound of a creek what so ever.

The community wasn't filled with any thieves so they didn't see anyone need to place locks on their gates. A simple push could open them all for those who did built them in front of their houses. Others simply didn't build any at all.

I stared at the yard. Nothing really changed. The flowers that were planted by the porch were still their and Grace's swing as a child was also still there. The yard was completely bare other than that.

Stepping into the patio I walked up to the door and knocked. I had been gone for nine years and one month in hell so that would be nine years and three months in earth days. Grace was engaged five years ago so by now she should or would be getting married.

The door handle turned and I came face to face with my little tormentor, my big sister, Gracelyn Ross. Her blonde hair looked thinner than the last time I saw her. She wore a knee length skirt along with a white office blouse and she was smiling while looking at me. Did she recognize me?

"Hello Grace,"

"Do I know you?" She clutched the door knob and turned it as if she was about to close the door. Not a lot of people passed through our community so for a stranger in her case as she didn't remember me, coming up and knowing her name would arouse caution for anyone. She had not fully done it yet but I could see all the mechanisms inside the door moving slightly. What is happening?

I shook it off and smiled. "It's me, Elizabeth your sister." I saw the once bright smile on her face fade.

"Oh hi," She looked at me with complete distaste. Stepping away from the door she allowed me inside.

"Grace who was it?" My mother's voice rang all the way from the dining room.

"You'll see mother," I looked around the living room which had no pictures or achievements of me however on ever wall were medals for grace, trophy or a certificate with Grace's name.

She led me to the dining room where my entire family sat down for dinner with a man and they all just stared at me.

My father well step father as he was not my biological father sat at the head of the table as usual. His once completely blond hair was now streaked with gray and so was my mothers. It was evident they had gotten old. My grandma on the other hand looked the same except for the increase of wrinkles. They all had the same eye colour as well; silver.

"Who's this Grace?" My mom asked as they all watched me with apprehension.

"It's me Mom, Elizabeth." A gasp left her lips and then anger filled her eyes.

"What are you doing here, why aren't you at the nunnery!" She shoved back the chair and slammed her hand into the dinning table making all the plates jump an then slam down slightly back on the table cover.

"Sit down Rachel," My step fathers voice was calm however it sent shivers of dear down my spine. "Let her stay." My mom did as he ordered.

"But Richard-" My grandmother tried to add something to the conversation.

"Leave it alone mother," He got up from his chair. "Give her some dinner, put her in her old room and Tony take Grace to your house and we'll talk about your wedding that's happening in nine days tomorrow."

"Sure thing Mr. Ross," He got up and pulled out Grace's seat. "Come along Gracie." I now took in his look. He had on a pollo shirt with a jacket tired around his neck. Pollo shorts also accompanied his ensemble. His hair was dark and he had brown eyes. He wasn't very much eye candy but he was handsome to some extent.

Grace got up and placed a kiss on mom and dad's cheek along with Grandmother. She looked me up and down then took the hand of her fiancee and left.

"I'm going out for a drink," My dad moved away from the table and headed out the door.

My mom, grandmother and I were the only ones left in the room. "Rachel I'll be going to bed handle this."

"Yes Ellen," My grandmother stuck her nose in the air and left the room. I watched as she moved towards the stairs and went out of sight.

I turned and looked at my mother. "Mother I-" A loud smack filled the room followed by my face stinging.

"You had no right to return here not one right. You have ruined this once good family for the past nine years. Your existence was a mistake and I hoped you'd never showed your face again." Something wet and slimy touched my face. My mom had spat on my face. "You will clean this kitchen and go to the basement, do I make my self clear?"

"Yes Ma'am,"

"Good," She walked out the kitchen and mumbled "This dinner was ruined."

As soon as I was alone I drpped my bag and crumbled to the floor. What have I done? They still despised me. Nothing has changed.

If I was to choose between this and hell I would choose this. Stupid, yes but having the person you love have their way with another hurt way more than my family's own hatred.

Yes I will admit it. I am in love with Lucifer. An emotion that I've never felt in my own existence I now have for another. How did I know it was love though?

I didn't but this must be it as just the mention of the thought of his name made my heart flutter yet clenched in pain. He had given me what others hadn't; happiness and yet he still manage to what they all did but it felt ten times worse he gifted me with sorrow. Someone might say it was gratitude that I'm confusing with love but it wasn't.

Tears pooled up in my eyes as I wiped the spit from my face. I took my bag off the ground and on trembling legs I rested it on the counter while commencing cleaning, tears falling from my eyes ever so often.

I washed the dishes and pots, scrapping out the brunt rice and gravey on a plate for myself. I scowered the pots and wiped the table as well as the counters.

I mopped the floor and dried it. Scrapping all the left overs in into the garbage dispenser I took up my bag, my plate and walked down to my old room; the basement.

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