Hey again, looking at the statistics of my last chapter, you enjoyed it despite it being all over the place [just like always] so here's part 2

It's gonna be a sweet and salty chapter I suppose. Like popcorn. But sweeter than salty. Yeah, I'm gonna leave now.

Blue Lights - Jorja Smith

Ciao!

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L.U.C.I.F.E.R

Emilia. Where do I begin? She's a sweet, charming girl but has the stubbornness and temper of a thirty-year-old man on steroids.

In the few days I've known her, I've already learned so much and adapted to her goofy and sometimes irritable personality.

Yellow bile strung from her mouth like she was drooling, but she was drooling sick which made me feel icky and poorly. It reminded me of a slavering dog.

That's not exactly how I wanted to start my morning, but instead, I'm taking a thirteen-year-old girl to the bathroom from eating too many brownies. I'm no Einstein but it's obvious those weren't exactly brownies.

"You know what I noticed?" Her voice breaks probably from being sore. If I could absorb her pain I would.

"Enlighten me, sweet dear Emilia," I squeeze her hand a little walking door the hallways. I would kiss her hand to share my blessings with her but she's not feeling too great and his hands were covered in chocolate.

"Your name juxtaposes your persona," that's not what I expected to come out from her mouth. Juxtaposes how? Did I even know what juxtapositions were now? I don't think I can remember what they are clearly.

"How so, darling?"

"Your name - Lucifer - it's hardly the representation of your bubbly, amiable and charismatic personality is it?" She turns her head to the side shortly after she disgustingly yet funnily burps. Nice one.

"And..." she exaggerates, "your name is the God of hell."

"I guess it is a 'juxtaposition'...I hope you know that's random," I look down at her but she's looking at the ground slipping on her feet.

"I'd also let you kill me."

Her blunt response staggers me; my eyes bulge and shoot from their sockets to stare at the angel-like girl who was still, not paying attention to her surroundings. She ferociously swings our arms back and forth like a skipping girl.

"What?!"

"I'd let you kill me. Do you know? Get a knife and kill me," she giggles and imitates the face of being dead.

"Emilia, don't say that. I could never kill such an innocent soul," I tut continuing our adventure to a bathroom which I had no idea where it was. There weren't exactly signs that say 'shît in me' was there?

"You wouldn't call me innocent when I gave Baldy Blade a wedgie stringing him up by his balls," she laughs hysterically hitting me in the arm many times.

"Emilia- I can't with you," I shake my head of the nonsense.

"Dude, stop moving the floor, I can hardly see straight as it is without my glasses," she bounces hard on my barefoot making me grit my teeth to stop the spicy pain in my lower ankle.

"You have glasses?"

"You dumb?! I don't have glasses!" She palms her forehead like I'm stupid when in fact, she was the one who said she needed glasses. She might need school too, no offence to her.

"Right, I'll jot that down, sweetheart-

"Don't call me sweetheart. Call me darling," she places an approving hand on my arm, "it makes me think of Klaus."

"You're so random-

"You're so handsome, what's your point?!" She frightens me with her loud voice. She switches up so fast I'm getting whiplash major time. She went from angry to butterflies and kittens and now do as I say or I'll kill you, in a nanosecond. Her mood swings are faster than a rocket launching into endless space.

My eyes couldn't help but plunge themselves out of their sockets and my cheeks couldn't help but turn warm and tinge with a light pigment of pink and red.

"Yeah...we need to find that bathroom," I knock on many doors a peep in but they were just unorganised storage rooms or bedrooms.

"Do you need to piss? I advise you to do it in Alessandro's work cup," she whispers loudly. How random of her.

"Uhh..."

"It's in here, stupid," a girl with dark hair twists around the corner. It's quite a fright when you aren't expecting anyone to magically appear out of thin air.

"Damn she's higher than a kite," she laughs flicking Emilia's nose. She was currently admiring the landscape painting on the antique walls. She was also humming the theme tune Harry Potter and waving her arms frantically like she had a wand in her hand.

"You look lost," she clicks a finger in front of my nose pulling my attention back to reality.

"Yeah you could say I am, this place is like a maze."

"This place is abnormally big. Though I don't suppose you had a bathroom in your room did you?"

"The thing is, I can't remember where my room is," I pull a cheesy smile glancing back at the tiny girl who was using the wall to steady herself up.

"May I ask about the brownies?" I question with a slight tint of humour to my voice.

"Brownies are my speciality when they include weed, I'm Tracey by the way. You can call me your local dealer if you like," she holds her hand out for me to shake which I gladly do.

"I'm joking."

I brake a nervous laugh feeling the discomfort arises in the thick air. Tracey kinda scared me, her humour differed crazily from mine.

"Why'd you bring them here? The brownies I mean..."

"Meh, why not? It's humouring for me. Imagine if she fell down the stairs...now that's a comedy," her voice tickles with a chuckle.

"Who lives in a pineapple- I'm gonna be-

Emilia stops what she's doing and her weird chants then spewed out the last of the contents of her stomach. It was more watery this time.

I felt bad for the cleaners, the red carpets were absorbing as much of the liquid as it could whilst leaving the chunks on top. That's enough of that description.

She slides down the walls drained from all of her energy; her eyes flicker opening occasionally but then they roll to the back of her skull leaving her eyelids twitching.

"I'm going to hell for laughing," Tracey snickers besides staring at the limp girl.

"Damn right you are."

Lowering myself to Emilia's level, I hook my hands under hers and pull her up with strong ease. Somehow she couldn't keep her balance and tried grabbing on for dear life.

"She's limper than a slice of pizza," Tracey uncontrollably laughs at Emilia's state.

"Not the time for jokes. What do I do?" I pick her floppy body up, legs hanging over my forearms and head lolling around like a dead bird.

"She needs sleep, duh," she smacks her head hard leaving a red mark showing the imprint of her hand.

"Do you know where her room is? It's the least you can do rather than mocking me," I take a long glance at the lethargic girl in my arms.

"You think I live here? I've spent the last few years with my family in Italy. I'm not quite sure where everything is."

"Thanks for the...help? I guess."

Securing her in my arms, I turn around and walk into a random room where the paint was splattered on the white walls and floor.

Not a bedroom, though I cannot deny the talent I just saw. A half-finished painting and many other finished canvases propped up against the wall.

We must have an artist in the house. I'm quite intrigued actually, I've always wanted to do something like painting but the last time I painted was when I had to do a self-portrait in year nine. Let me inform you, I looked like a potato with brown circles for eyes and had sticks for arms and legs.

"What's happened?" I see Diego staring wide and hard at me as I've just committed a murder. "Did you hurt her?" He paces towards me at a fast pace with his fists clenched.

"Do that and you'll probably hit your sister," I swerve to the right to avoid his punch.

"I didn't hurt her, she's just...knocked out clean. High, clearly," I turn back and look at Diego who stands there shocked and wide-eyed. His face flushed and palms rubbing on his face, he bites his cheek for a moment before mumble for me to follow him.

And so I do, I follow him down the hall being careful not to trip up with her.

"She hates it in her room. Despises it actually so I won't take you in there," he shows me with his thumb the door to her room.

"May I ask why? Or would that be an intrusion to your privacy?" I ask curiously feeling slightly guilty and intrusive.

"It's complex. You wouldn't understand."

"Try me," I challenge him.

"Emilia she's...ahem...had many issues in the past, and some of those issues haunt her," he gives a brief overall making me want to know more. I should probably stop asking questions, but from what Mia told me about this family, they're extremely interesting and pull me in. They're intriguing and draw you in making you want more.

"May I ask 'what issues,'" that's when I knew I stepped my boundaries. My apologies, I'd hate for it to seem like I'm coming across as nosy when I'm just curious. This is a family where there's drama so yes, I guess I am being nosy.

"It's not my issues to tell. Leave it to Em to tell you. Man, if I could tell you something, I'd tell you that it takes a lot of confidence for her to tell you. She's been through hell and back. But like I said, it's not my place to tell you," he turns around and looks straight at the weak girl, he manages to break a depressing smile.

"Fair enough, my apologies."

"No worries my dude. You aren't the o lot one that asks questions. Your sister has been trying for ages to piece everything together but Emilia always leaves out the important details," his voice drifts into a playful tone.

I could just ask Mia but that would still be betraying the sweet girl's trust. And I'd hate for her to see as an insensitive prick.

"You can rest her in here, this is Blade's room. Touch anything and he'll hang you by your throat," the bittersweet smile scared me a little.

When we're teens we're messy, no doubt about it, but this was horrendous. It wasn't messy in the sense that there were food rotting and clothes everywhere. But it was messy in the sense where I could see a few shards of uncleared glass laying on the floor and wires were just tangled everywhere. Overall, it's a cool room. Very dark I must say.

Pulling open the raven black covers which were displayed nice and neatly, with my foot might I add since my hands were full, I settle her down and pull the covers back over. She twists and turns into a comfortable position on her stomach - head turned in the side so she was sleeping on her cheek.

Diego was watching me with darting eyes, making sure I did nothing and waited for me by the door.

"I'll be taking this," my hands swoop to the floor and picks Ik the many pieces of glass.

"Oh that... Emilia had an accident," he pouts rocking back and forth on his feet.

"She seems to have a lot of those, how did a piece of glass conclude to Emilia having an accident?"

"If only you knew," he chuckles remembering something funny, "her and Blade fought. Let's just say Emilia didn't stop at anything. You should've seen the place, it was completely wrecked. We had to pay for people to clean it up."

"Well they didn't do a great job," I stare at my reflection in the shard that rests in my hand peacefully. I love glass. I find it a very misunderstood material. Glass is gorgeous in my opinion.

So many understood animals in the world too. Like sharks and snakes, we have this set image that all snakes and sharks are a ravenous, loathsome creature that could never be loved. Well, look here because I love sharks and snakes both equally.

"Well it is what it is, it they probably missed something," he shrugs shutting the leaving it ajar after I exit.

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✨Emilia POV

Wet licks and saliva drench my cheeks and small pounces on my chest making me open my eyes.

That wasn't the only thing that made me open my eyes, I was repulsed by a pungent, stench of bitterness in my breath.

Did I have morning breath? Was it morning? It's Christmas, and I slept in!

"The fûck?!" I shoot up hearing a small yet screechy whimper from the ground.

A dog? I then did we have a dog? The dog twirls around chasing its tail but fails tremendously. I'm not sure what came over me, I just freaked.

"HELP! HELP! A feral animal is biting me!!" I shout crying out loudly and stand as far away from the edge of the bed as I can.

"ARGHHH GET AWAY!!" my shouts curse louder and louder and the small dog makes a pathetic attempt to jump up on the bed which was currently messy.

"Fetch!" I throw an already beaten up control pad for the console that I remember breaking not too long ago. The buttons were missing and batteries case back of the console pad vanished into thin air I suppose.

Don't piss me off them we wouldn't have to damage our stuff then shall we? It's simple really, don't be a dîck and I won't be Thanos.

"What's going on? You okay?" Axel rushes in with all his might but eases with relief when he sees that I'm okay.

So maybe I exaggerated, but when I first wake up I don't dream to see a Doberman licking my face. You know how freaky and violent those dogs are in movies? That dog would've taken my hand off in one go.

But it was only a puppy, a tiny one too. I've never seen a baby Doberman in my entire life, these are the kind that sniffs you for drugs. So I've seen in the movies. We know how movies exaggerate everything in life.

I seriously thought my secondary school experience would be like American schools in mean girls where I could wear what I like and have my phone out and not get it confiscated for a week. Oh and decorate my lockers with photos and have the high school romance of my ultimate dreams. Only one can be stupid enough to think that's ever happened to me.

Good food too, I heard school food over it is incredible. Ooh, imagine what schools are like in other countries, and the different types of meals they serve. That's something I'd like to experience.

"I see you met your new friend already, it looks like you had a nice... chat," he manages to squeeze a smile from his mouth.

"I'd say our conversation was more 'help me I'm screaming and barks woofy woof woof' rather than 'it's a pleasure to be your acquaintance' don't you think?" I wipe the bead of cold sweat off of my brow bone.

"My head hurts. Major time. Jumanji is that you? I can hear you drumming in my head," I drop back down to the bed in a thump not caring about the wooden slabs that just snapped.

"At this point, he'll need a new bedroom all together. And we'll need a new carpet too, you couldn't keep it in your gut," he wrinkles his nose glancing outside of the room.

"Forgive me for throwing up, I can't exactly choose when I am sick can I?"

He made a good point. Just throw the entire room away, the door was hanging from its hinges, the bed was now broken, everything was just a big and utter mess. There was no way of fixing everything, might as well just buy a new room. Not literally, but redecorate. His room did scream 'Rodrick Rules' and it was too depressing to be around.

Darkness. Just one word to describe the complete clutter (which I would so proudly call this an extravagant piece of art.)

"You missed quite a lot-

"Shush. My head hurts and your voice is too deep," I press two sweaty palms against the ears cuffing them in.

"Sorry," he walks closer to the bed and wraps his arms around me tightly making me groan from the suffocation.

"Do you like it?" He let's go and glances to the now energetic dog that was shittîng on a pile of scattered video games. I couldn't help but break a shallow chuckle but I back away with repulsion.

"Oh shît," swiftly, Axel picks up the dog with one hand and loves it away from the games.

"'Oh shît' indeed," I laugh at the terrible pun. Carefully, he picks the games up that had the...poop on them and shakes it out of the window with his nose tucked securely into his shoulder.

"Ew that stinks, what did you feed it?" I just off of the bed in a quick movement and trudge my way to the door feeling famished and exhausted.

"Hot dogs."

"You...you fed a dog, a hot dog?" I stare wide-eyed dog that was now sniffing its arse.

"We don't have food for it yet. We ordered it from online a few days ago and it still hasn't come."

"Crikey, we're in a pickle aren't we?" He mumbles biting his lips.

"Yes, yes we are."

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"Ahem," Lucifer coughs drawing my attention to his splendid self, "are you feeling better, swee- darling?" I squint when he stumbles over his beautiful words. Everything he does gracious and gentle.

I have been blessed with a fine soul. He was charming, and I couldn't get him out of my head. Let's keep this between us, I have a slight crush on Luci. Not a major crush, just a little one.

Who am I lying to? I freaking want to marry this guy and live happily ever after. I'm obsessed with him. He's just so kindred and beautiful. Don't tell him I said that, I'd probably scare him away.

I wonder if he drives...driving is very attractive to me. Everything about him just screams 'I'm perfect in every shape and form' and I know that he'd never go for someone like me, for any reason.

One reason is I'm too young, but as Blade said, she is just a number. Two being I'm a freak and I talk too much. I don't think I'd be his type either, he's way out of my league. It doesn't hurt to dream though.

"I feel like someone parked a truck in my brain. And I feel like a monkey slapped the brain cells from my mind. Then I was trampled on by a stampede of elephants. That's how I feel."

"A simple 'I feel horrible' would also suffice," he ruffled my already brown nest. I had showered just a little while ago, I just hadn't brushed my hair yet so it was all tangled and like a maze.

"Guess who's coming!!" Luca shouts still in his nightdress he did rock a dress, there was no doubt about it.

"Who?" Grumbles Elijah who had his faces stuffed with cinnamon rolls.

"Cass, Aspen, Josh, Jayden and Kelsey. Yuppie!!" He jumps around in a circle.

"You invited Kelsey, of all people round for Christmas dinner? I'm not sure if you're okay in the head, bro," Blade places a pseudo hand on his shoulder looking anxious. He was nervous? About what?

"As you can tell, I'm over the moon," I say showing no reflection to my emotions. My voice was flat and my expressions died.

"When did I say you could invite people over?" Alessandro asks sounding irritated and frustrated a little.

"Luca, we have..." Elijah takes a moment to count on his fingers, "eighteen people attending this dinner now, you know how crowded that is?"

"Lighten up, Lijah, we always make way too much food that only goes to waste anyway, the more the merrier right?" Luca says with a hopeful voice.

"Fine," Elijah points locking his jaw, "but keep that Kelsey under control. If she dares to insult anyone, and I mean anyone, I will throttle her with my bare hands...understood?"

"Yes sir!" Luca solutes him.

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"Cass!" I greet cosy figure at the door with a heartwarming hug. He slithers one arm around my back and shives the large bottle of red wine into Aspen's arms.