It's been two weeks since I left Eliana in that room. There is no particular reason why I did it. Only the fact that I'm trying to figure out what I am supposed to do with her and what exactly is she doing here, alive in Hell, and in my life in general.

She made numerous attempts to summon me, to trick me into helping her or even just talk to me. The last one was quite a surprise but I guess isolation is hard for some people.

There was a wall in that room that was transparent from the outside, like a portal, so occasionally I would walk on the corridor, and take a sneak peek inside, just to see what she is up to.

In fact, there was this time that I thought she had figured out where the portal was because when I passed by, she was staring intently at the wall from the inside. At first, I was impressed, but then she sighed and turned around, flopping down on the bed.

Poor little demon...

I chuckled at the memory as I went through the numerous piles on my desk, picking out punishments for the damned souls.

Jackson Hunter, human, killed two people in a car accident 13 years ago because he was drunk, never turned himself in... 15 years in the cells and daily torture with Maggie.

Basil, demon, slit five throats without my command... Death.

Stupid demons...

Maria Blatov, human, killed her husband because he was abusing her... Why is that my work? What the hell are the angels doing?

Whatever, 1 year in the cells, no torture.

Dimi-

A loud banging on the door interrupted my thoughts and I looked away from my papers.

"What?" I said out loud, granting permission to enter my office.

The door opened quickly and a scared looking Diagon stood there, looking at me with a horrid expression on his face.

I was immediately alarmed, standing up, because Diagon was the demon responsible for guarding Eliana's room.

"S-Sir, the girl! She's go-gone crazy!" He stuttered out, his attention fixated on his feet.

"What? What do you mean?" I said and quickly made my way out of the room and out in the corridor. I was walking quickly with long strides, eager to see what Diagon meant.

"She- She started hitting her-herself, Sir." He spoke up with a hurried voice, trying to keep up with me.

I took two right turns and I was finally in front of her room.

What the fuck is she doing?

I watched Eliana as she smashed her head against the wall again and again. Her face was bloody and the red substance was trickling down her neck.

I was looking at her, shocked, and unable to move. She started going towards the fireplace, grinning like a madwoman.

"Si-Sir, I think she'll... um"

"Shut it Diagon!" I cut him short, not wanting any distractions.

My eyes widened when I saw her put her hand in the flames, burning it and screaming out in pain. Her whole body trembled and shook violently as she continued burning her hand, without backing out.

A shriek coming from the demon on my left side shook me out of my trance and I cleared my throat.

"Diagon you can go now," I said, trying to keep calm. I combed through my hair with a quick movement and walked inside the room, after the small 'Yes Sir' that came from Diagon, before he walked away.

Once I entered the room, the sounds were not muffled. The ear-piercing scream that left Eli's mouth, shook me to my core and my heart skipped two or three beats.

Compose yourself!

"I think that's enough" I spoke up, trying not to sound worried.

I watched as she tensed up, and took a step back, removing her hand from the fire. She started shaking violently and spasming, falling to the floor.

I walked to her and tried to keep calm as I scooted down, holding her head up.

In a matter of seconds, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me, confused. Mirroring her expression I looked at her as she was a Rubik's Cube, unable to understand what was going on inside her pretty mind.

"Luc-Lucifer" She croaked out, her voice raspy and rough. The sound of her sweet voice calling my name echoed in my head.

Before I could answer her, something clicked inside her mind, and a soul-crushing scream left her lips as she raised her wrist, holding it tightly with her other hand, trying desperately to subdue the pain.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

"What the fuck have you done?" I said out loud, slightly panicking by her screams and whines. I hooked my hand under her small waist and lifted her up, embracing her fragile body. Being very careful with her, I let her down slowly on the bed and grabbed her wrists, separating them.

I didn't want to show her any pity but on the other hand, her screams and her pain were inflicting much greater pain on me. I felt my heart being crushed under heavyweights when I looked at her face.

Bushed in and bloody.

Ah, fuck it...

I grabbed her wrist, a little above the burn, and exchanged my health with her pain.

That's how this worked. My healing power has this small disadvantage. I have to transfer her wound into my organism, taking all her pain away and inflicting it on myself. But my powers are much faster when it comes to healing myself, so I only feel the pain for a second or two.

Bright light emitted from my fingers and went through her wrist, healing her burnt hand in a second. I tried not to hiss when I felt my own hand burning up for two seconds, before dying down.

I watched her eyelids open up wide as she looked at her hand, speculating it. She looked up at me, catching my eyes and looking deep into them. Then I noticed her broken nose again and I couldn't help but cringe at the sight.

"Close your eyes" I spoke up with an authoritative voice, trying to sound a little harsh. Of course, she didn't obey, as she kept looking at me while I raised my hand and palmed her cheek.

The bright light shone again and she was blinded by it, closing her eyes tightly.

Smartass.

After I healed her broken nose, I also cleaned the blood with my mind, not wanting to see her all bloody and messed up. Before she could open her eyes, I quickly palmed her forehead, healing her wounds and her brain damage.

That would probably kill her in a matter of two days, I thought to myself as she opened her beautiful eyes to look at me again. We locked eyes as she tried to calm her beating heart and her breathing.

I found peace just staring at her, drinking in her beautiful features. I felt bliss and a warm feeling that engulfed my heart, that I haven't felt for a while.

She looked like she had an internal battle with herself as she flinched without realizing it. I tried to read her thoughts, but it was like she had built a wall.

"Lucifer" She whispered, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Yes, little demon" I replied with a soft voice, that surprised me as much as it surprised her.

"Why am I here?" She asked and licked her lips, the movement distracting me. I glanced down at her lips and I thought that I could tease her a little.

"Because you were disrespectful to me," I said humorously. Well, it was the half-truth. She was here because she mocked me and because I wanted to think about what I'll do with her.

I watched her eyes travel down and scan my whole body, a dangerous spark lighting up inside them.

Well, if she's horny I can gladly deliver what she wishes for, I thought while letting my eyes drink up her whole body shamelessly.

"What was all that about?" As soon as those words left my mouth, her eyes snapped back at mine. She seemed like she was panicking as she stuttered out like an idiot. I tried again to read her thoughts but to no avail.

"Was it to get my attention? You thought that by hurting yourself, I would come to your rescue?" I suggested, secretly wanting her to agree.

Doing all that just to gain my attention. I felt rush just thinking about it.

Her eyes lit up in a second, widening a little and she responded quickly. Too quickly.

"Well, it worked, didn't it?" She smirked up at me and my heart jumped at the sight. However, I wasn't distracted from the clear signs that she was lying on my face.

I didn't confront her though. I let her be.

"It did..." I said cautiously, waiting for her reaction.

At first, she just felt relieved that I believed her but then it dawned on her. Her precious little mind processing what I just said and overthinking it like usual.

"Did you get worried, Satan?" Her words were a big surprise to me. A good one though. Feisty little thing, isn't she?

I looked at her, not being able to hide my amusement until she kept talking.

"Am I amusing you, Luci?" Her hand flew at her mouth, slapping it after her words left her lips.

Is she mocking me? Who the hell does she think she is?

I straightened my back and the hint of a smile that was on my lips, disappeared as quickly as it came. I could feel my thoughts switching rapidly, as I felt a small bit of anger fueling my mind.

That is something I can't control. My thoughts switch every time a feeling dominates me, and I can't help but comply with their orders.

"Now now, little demon. I think that's enough." I spoke, still being able to control my thoughts and my sayings. I stood up and turned towards the fireplace, watching the bright red flames flowing and swirling. I started fixing my sleeves when I added.

"Now, what should I do with you?" I voiced my thoughts, the meaning behind them being deeper than she could ever imagine.

"Wha-What do you mean?" I did want to explain it to her, but she wouldn't understand and I didn't want her to know that I was at a dead-end with her.

What came next, shook me greatly and it was the last straw for my rage to dominate me.

"What more could you ever do to me?" I stopped dead in my tracks, ceasing my movements as I felt my eyes start switching colors and my muscles tighten, ready to pounce.

"The only thing left is for you to finally kill me, which I very much doubt so! If you wanted to kill me you could have done it back in my house when you came and thrashed everything." She spat out, anger lacing her voice.

Where did that come from?

My eyes turned dark and then they went back to red, anger consuming me whole.

I mean, it is true what she says but even I don't know why she is not dead yet. But she doesn't need to know that, does she?

"So why am I here Lucifer? And don't you dare give me that 'disrespectfulness' bullshit!"

Why is she here, Lucifer? What the hell is she doing here, alive?

I kept repeating that stupid question in my head for two weeks straight. This question is haunting me since she first came to Hell. I kept thinking over and over again all of the times, all of the chances that I had to kill her. To rip her to shreds, to sent her straight to Hell. And then to savor the feeling of torturing her myself, for stealing my necklace and making me search for it.

Actually, search for it! Me! The King of Hell!

The confusion and ignorance were fueling my anger as I kept thinking of the situation over and over.

I should put an end to this now before it consumes me and before it goes out of hand, I thought as I turned my head to look at her.

There is only one option.

"I think you're right, little demon. There is nothing left, but your death. It's time, don't you think?" I grinned like a madman, slowly stalking in her direction.

"You wouldn't dare. I would be dead if you didn't want me here, so clearly I'm necessary." She said with bravery, but I could see right past her insecurities.

I stopped walking and I froze for a second, processing what she just said. And before I could control it, I started laughing out loud. I laughed and laughed, mocking her right in her face and trying to control the beast inside before he takes over.

After my laughter died down, with one long stride I was in front of Eliana, looking down at her face.

"Ah little demon, I must say... you do have a good sense of humor." I barked out, with a smirk on my face. "Got any last jokes?" I joked but I don't think that she'll find it funny.

"No?" I faked a sad expression when she didn't answer. She just looked at me, her eyes drowning in regret and fear.

It's a little too late for regrets, little demon.

"Well then," I said and with one smooth move, I pushed her on the bed.

"Luc-Lucifer wait!"

Tsk Tsk Tsk... too late.

All I kept thinking about was how I was going to kill her, my anger not letting me back out. It's too late for her now. I can't control myself when it comes to my rage.

I climbed on top of her, flashbacks from when I had her naked underneath me started flowing through my brain. I felt something twitch inside me and I had the sudden urge to rip her clothes and take her right here, right now.

My hand curled around her fragile throat, as my eyes found hers, only to see her staring back at me.

Fear. Pure fear.

The beast inside me scratched and begged to be let out, as it smelled her fear emitting from her body. I could barely hold him in place.

"You are wrong, Eliana. You are not necessary. I don't need you and I certainly don't want you. I don't know who you are or why you are here, and the fact that I can't figure it out is getting on my nerves." I surprised myself by admitting the truth to her. But I guess it doesn't matter now.

My thumb settled underneath her jaw, where I could feel her pulse. I inhaled, trying to keep my arousal in place.

Oh, the things I could do to her right now.

"Why are you telling me this?" She whispered softly, her melodic voice stimulating all of my senses and arousing me in a second.

"Because...it doesn't matter anymore. You'll be dead in a minute and I'll continue to do my thing without worrying about you and your purpose in your pathetic life." I replied and bent down a little bit, watching her closely.

"So now that I'm done with you, there is only one thing that I want to do before you go..." My eyes fell on her beautiful, plump lips and I got lost in my own thoughts.

"And what is that?" She whispered so sensually that I lost it.

I smashed my lips down on hers, kissing her with all of my power.

She is so dangerous. Dangerous to me. She could have me weak on my knees if she wanted to.

Her mesmerizing eyes and that mouth of hers could order me around and I would comply without making a fuss. Those beautiful pools of honey mixed with majestic golden specs of light, staring at me, make me feel the most powerful man in the world and the weakest man in front of her.

My thoughts were a mess, my feelings switching wildly as I kept kissing and biting her lips. When I realized that she didn't respond, the beast that I was holding back roared loudly, making me growl at her.

She immediately kissed me back and I felt my world crashing down around me.

I missed her lips, I missed her touch and I missed the feeling that she made me feel. A feeling that only she could cause.

I don't know who or what the hell she is, but she is the most dangerous thing for me. If someone else realized what she could do to me, they would hold that against me, proving that I am weak.

But I'm not weak.

So I can't let that happen. Not in a million centuries.

As I was kissing her, I wanted to roam my hands all over her small body, touch every curve, and caress every spot on it. But if I did, then I would be gone for good.

So, I pulled away, before I would completely lose it.

When I opened my eyes to look at her, I saw the hot tears wetting the sides of her beautiful face. She's horrified.

I felt my heart soften at the sight, and my eyes returned to their natural color. My anger had subsided but the need to destroy any evidence of weakness was still there.

I watched her sad eyes as my hand traveled down to her necklace, the only thing that was keeping her alive in Hell. I tagged softly at it.

"Goodbye, little demon," I said her nickname for the last time, with the most pathetic voice that I have ever heard coming from my own lips.

I sensed her letting her guard down, as she closed her eyes tightly. Her thoughts were now loud and clear

He doesn't really want this.

Even she figured it out, it was that obvious.

There's no other way, I comforted myself. I am the King and the only Ruler of Hell. I am Lucifer King. And I shall continue ruling my kingdom until the end of times, eliminating all of the threats and obstacles that want to throw me off.

So with one sharp breath, and with a tremor in my hands, I pulled her necklace with a quick movement, breaking the golden chain with a small 'ching'.

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