The Only Human

CHAPTER THREE: DEVIL'S FIRST SON

The cold seeps into my bones as I huddle in the corner of the cell, my body trembling with a mixture of fear and exhaustion.

My throat becomes dry after swallowing several spittle, and I can’t gather up the nerve to request for water.

I try as much as possible to hydrate myself with the little spittle gathering up in my mouth every second. My tummy rumbled, slight ache hitting the tissues holding it firm.

Damn it!

The silence is oppressive, broken only by the distant drip of water from afar off, and the occasional growl of a wolf.

I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill, but it’s of no use. Nothing changes after all.

The cold isn’t just in the air. It’s in my heart, a void where warmth used to reside. Not anymore, I guess.

Lucas’s betrayal hangs over me like a dark cloud, suffocating me with its weight. I close my eyes, trying to block out the memories, but they flood my mind anyway, relentless and unforgiving.

Oh, no!!...

I see his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he looked at me, the warmth in his touch.

And then I see the coldness, the distance, the way he turned his back on me when I needed him most.

How did it all go so wrong? How did the man I loved become the monster who now keeps me imprisoned?

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor. I stiffen, my heart leaping into my throat as the door to my cell creaks open.

Light spills into the room, blinding me for a moment, and then I see him. The devil’s first son.

Judas.

His presence is a dark shadow, a looming threat that sends a shiver down my spine. He steps into the cell, his eyes gleaming with malice as he looks down at me.

“Oma,” he purrs, his voice smooth and oily. “I’m shocked that we met again.”

I push myself to my feet, my legs unsteady beneath me as he moves closer.

“What do you want from me?” I manage to say, my voice firmer than I feel.

Judas smiles, a slow, predatory grin that makes my skin crawl irritatingly. Gosh!

“I want what’s rightfully mine,” he answers, his tone casual, as if we’re discussing the weather. “And that includes you. I mean just you”

My stomach churns with fear, and disgust.

“I’m not yours,” I spit out, taking a step back. “I’ll rather die than become yours.” I retorted, gripping the spot where I sustain bruises while the guards dragged me.

He chuckles, the sound low, and menacing. His hands grab my wrist almost immediately, making me loose balance.

“We’ll see about that,” he murmurs into my ears, his gaze sweeping over me in a way that makes me feel exposed. Vulnerable.

“But first, we need to have a little chat. About Lucas.” he further says, and gives me a little space to exhale the air trapped in my throat, his daring eyes running down at my body like he wants to devour me instantly.

The mention of Lucas’ name sends a jolt through me, and I stiffen, my heart pounding.

“What about him?” I ask, my face firm enough to show that I wasn’t completely afraid.

Maybe it wasn’t Lucas’s fault after all. Maybe he was forced into believing their stupid tradition.

Judas’s smile widens, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. He is up to something tricky and very deadly. His stare reminds me of the evil lurking around the Red Blood Pack.

“Did you really think he wants you?” he asks.

My blood runs cold. “What are you talking about?” I ask in return.

He steps closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

“Lucas fought for you, but trust me, his love isn't as strong as you think. Stop hoping he would choose you over the pack. They’re not so forgiving at all” he says, and pauses.

"They wanted you dead, and they still do. Lucas will not choose you over them because he is desperate to retain power.”

The room spins, and I clutch at the wall for support, my mind reeling. “No… that’s not possible. Lucas wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?” Judas interrupts, his tone mocking. “Wouldn’t do everything in his power to get rid of you? Open your eyes, Oma. Lucas has been playing a dangerous game, and you’re the prize. But, the game isn’t over yet.”

I shake my head, refusing to believe his words, but doubt gnaws at me, burrowing deep into my heart. Could it be true? I’m I been stupid for hoping he would still come back, and apologize?

And if so, why would Judas be telling me this?

“What do you want from me?” I ask, my voice trembling helplessly.

Judas leans in, his breath hot against my ear.

“ What the heck do you want from me?” I repeat, losing my patience.

“I want you to help me destroy him. Together, we can bring down Lucas. We can take control of the pack. And when it’s all over, you’ll be free. Free to do whatever you want. Even if that means killing him. Or don’t you want to pay back?”

His words make my stomach turn, but a small, dark part of me wonders if I could do it. Could I really betray Lucas, after everything we’ve been through?

Could I turn my back on the man I once loved, the man who may still love me?

But before I can answer, Judas steps back, his eyes glittering with anticipation.

“Think about it, Oma. You know where to find me when you’re ready to make a deal. I might change my mind if you take too long”

And with that, he turns and walks away, leaving me alone in the darkness once more. But this time, the darkness is different.

This time, it’s filled with doubt, with fear, and a growing sense of dread. Because now, I’m not just fighting

for my survival. I’m fighting for my soul.

Is Lucas worth fighting for despite all he has done?