Desire becomes Her

Chapter 24

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Lucian didn't knock; he just rammed the door open with his hand and kept walking toward him. "How could you take this from me? How could you take her from me, Lucifer? You promised  me she was mine and mine alone!" He slammed his hands down on the desk, hair a mess, face twisted in anger at the man who had given and taken everything he had in life.

Lucifer ignored his angry advance, took a sip of the drink he had in his hand and set it down carefully. He signed his name to a piece of paper and slid it to a pile and started looking over another one. He was silent a moment and then answered. "You didn't think I was going to keep that promise, did you?" Finally he looked up at Lucian, his face blank. He went back to his paper work, the ring on his finger clinking against the crystal lowball glass. "Is there anything else, anything else you want to tell me Lucian, or is that it? I'm a very busy man."

Lucian took a step back from the desk, crossed his arms over his chest and stared at his boss. "Why. I just want to know why."

"I went to see her this afternoon, you know." He looked up at him; his smirk had disappeared; replaced by hot, red anger. "She wouldn't say so, but I know you did that to her. Nobody else is stupid enough to do that to her. What did I say about knocking her around?"

"I..." For once in a long time, Lucian was without words. He took a few steps back.

"What did I say?" He stood up slowly, Lucian took another step backward.

Lucifer could move with unnatural speed, he had more strength than any other being next to God himself and he showed a lot of restraint when he plowed his hands into Lucian's chest, launching him off his feet and against the old wooden walls of the study. They splintered and Lucian hit the floor. "I told you to keep your hands off of her. But you couldn't control yourself, and so now...I will show you what happens when you disobey me. I've given you many chances Lucian, but this is the last time." The threat sounded so eloquent coming from him, but  he was very serious about what he was going to do to him for beating Addison as badly as he had. The house rattled with what was going on that room. The shouts, the arguing. Lucian did not just sit there and take it; he fought back and fought back hard. Two rooms were destroyed in the process, and the servants, the other sins, Addison and David all sat quietly as it went on. They listened and jumped and tried to go on about their day as Lucifer and Lucian fought over a woman and who would get her in the end.

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When the house had finally gone quiet, and she had gotten David bathed and in bed with help from the new Nanny she walked down the hall way and up the stairs to the West Wing. She still hurt terribly but she made the walk through the Villa slowly. Lucian had not come back, and Lucifer had not left. She knew they would still be up there. When she reached the top of the stairs, the hall way she would have to traverse to get to the room at the end was destroyed. Wood splinters and plaster littered the carpet. Sculptures and the antique set of nesting tables were in pieces. Bare feet slowly made their way through the debris until she found herself at the end of the hall way to the only door that had not been destroyed. Raising her hand to knock, her hand hesitated before it made contact with the thick dark stained wood. "Come in." It was Lucifer's voice and she opened the door slowly and walked in. His face held pity when he saw her. She was bruised and battered. Her arms and face. Her neck had a purple ring where Lucian's hands had wrapped around it. The swelling had gone down on her eye, and she could see out both now. She could only stand up straight; the binding that Mammon had put around her ribs ensured they would heal straight.

"Lucifer."

"My Darling, look at what he's done too you."

"I think I deserved it, don't you?"

"Absolutely not." He sat in a chair behind his desk, it was missing two legs and sat at an angle, his feet were up on it. Lucian lay in a heap in the corner; Lucifer looked as if he did not care. Addison walked over to him in a hurry, crouched down to touch his face. It caused her an unbelievable amount of pain but she just bit her lip to keep from making any noise. Pushing his dark hair from his face, she looked over her shoulder.

"You could have taken it easy on him, Lucifer. He had every right to be angry." Looking back to Lucian she ran her hand over his forehead again, patted his cheek lightly.

"He's not going to wake up for a while, Darling. And I did take it easy on him. Come; let me take another look at you." He offered his hand to her, and she took it, rising to her feet his fingers lifted her chin, shifted her head from left to right, looking at her eye. "Mm, yes, they do look better."

She pulled her face way from him and looked at Lucian, who was now groaning in the corner instead of lying quietly. "We have to figure this out, Lucifer.” He gave a little sigh and put his hands in his pockets.

 "Well, if he thinks I'm giving you up now, he’s mistaken.  You’re too much fun to just give away again.”