Chapter 7
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THE TERMS OF HELL
Amara sat by the window of her childhood bedroom, arms wrapped around her knees, watching the rain fall like cold silver against the glass.
The air in the room felt heavier than it had before. It wasn’t just the truth that weighed on her it was something deeper. Something… that should be there.
She had read the letter over and over again until the words blurred. Until her anger turned to confusion. Until her confusion cracked into fear.
She didn’t want to believe it.
Couldn’t believe it.
A mate bond? A prophecy? Lucifer*the* Lucifer was her destined soulmate? Given to him… by God?
She laughed bitterly.
“Yeah, right,” she muttered to herself.
She couldn’t stop replaying his words in her head.
*“You are mine, Amara.”*
It echoed in her bones like a drumbeat. The kind of truth you couldn’t run from even if your feet bled trying.
But still she refused to submit to it.
She was still human. Still in control. She didn’t feel like some hellfire queen. She felt like a girl whose life had just been hijacked by a myth with flaming pupils and a voice too darkly sweet to be safe.She stood up abruptly, needing air, sanity anything but the four walls closing in on her. As she crossed the room
The shadows shifted.
The air grew frigid. Then hot. Then thick with the scent of roses… and fire.
Her body tensed.
She turned and screamed.
Lucifer stood in the corner of her room like a shadow that had stepped out of the dark.
His black coat fluttered gently, as though there were wind swirling only around him. His skin was smooth, ageless, gleaming under the faint light. His long black hair shimmered like woven night, and those eyes those flaming, twisted eyes glowed brighter than she remembered.
She backed away instinctively, hand clutching her chest.
Lucifer raised a brow, amused.
She scowled. “Break into my room again and I’ll personally find holy water.”
He grinned, unfazed. Feisty.
She pointed at him, voice trembling. Don’t you dare start that again. I am not yours. I don’t care what deal my mother made or what mark burns on my skin.
Lucifer walked toward her slowly, hands in his pockets, his gaze never leaving her. You can deny it, Amara. But the bond doesn’t care. You feel it. He paused. You’re not fully human anymore.
Her breath caught.
I what does that mean?
You’re changing, he said simply. You’re awakening. You’re part of something… bigger.
She swallowed hard. Why me?
Lucifer tilted his head, his voice dropping. “Because even my father knew there had to be balance. Light, and the one who could walk through fire without burning.”
Her eyes widened. Are you saying… God gave me to you?
Lucifer smirked. Surprising, isn’t it? But yes. Even He understood that chaos needs a queen.
She shook her head. No. I don’t accept this. I need real answers not riddles or fire-breathing metaphors.
Lucifer suddenly appeared right in front of her, his presence overwhelming. His hand reached up gently, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
You want answers, then listen, he said darkly. You are my true mate. Chosen, sealed, and gifted. Not even heaven can take you back.
Her breath hitched, her skin tingled under his touch.
Now that you’ve been claimed, there are rules.
Her eyes narrowed. Rules?Lucifer’s tone turned sharp commanding. Yes. If you are mine, then you are mine. No man touches you. No one courts you. You will speak to no one with intentions not made pure.
Amara scoffed. You think I’m going to just obey you?
No, he said coolly. You will want to.
There was something feral in his voice. Something terrifyingly possessive… but alluring. Her heart thudded hard.
You will wear my mark proudly,” he continued. “And our wedding will not be in Hell.
She blinked. Wait wedding?
ln a church, he said firmly.
She laughed in disbelief. “You? The devil? Getting married in a church?”
His flames flickered. There’s power in irony.
She looked him up and down. You’re crazy.
you will learn. he murmurs.
That made her stop breathing for a second.
Lucifer’s expression softened, but his eyes still burned.
You don’t understand it yet. But you will. The bond will awaken you, piece by piece. Soon, you won’t resist me. You’ll crave the fire.
She looked away. I don’t want to lose myself.
You won’t, he whispered. You’ll become who you were meant to be.
There was silence between them for a long moment, heavy and electric.
Then he turned to go. Sleep well, Amara. We have a lot to plan.
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