16.
The room went completely silent, our gazes locking for the longest moment, shockingly staring at each other, too stunned to even react.
“I...” A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, nervously running a hand through his dark locks, his silvery eyes landing back on Raphael.
“Raphael, what kind of sick joke is this?” My attention also averted back to him, trying to gauge his reaction, noticing the stern, unchanged expression displaying on his features.
Holy gods...
“You don’t believe me, do you?” He seriously asked back, firmly crossing his arms over his broad chest.
“For the love of Hell, are you out of your bloody mind? Of course I don’t!” The man who supposedly created me shouted back, his angered tone laced with exasperation, his desperate words mirroring my own internal battle.
“Very well,” Raphael’s surprisingly calm tone reached my ears, seconds before he suddenly grabbed my arm and with a tiny squeak I spun around, my nose almost touching his chest. A small shiver went down my spine as I felt his fingers gingerly brush against the back of my neck, gathering up my loose curls.
“Do you believe me now?” I heard him say as I stood impossibly close to his warm body, only now realizing he was actually showing Lucifer that birth mark he saw on the back of my neck just a few hours ago.
Wait, why would he-
“Holy mother of demons!” Lucifer’s loud interjection startled the soul out of me, my hands involuntarily clutching onto Raphael’s dark t-shirt, feeling him slightly tense underneath my touch.
“But how...What the bloody hell! How is this even possible?” His ranting continued, the lack of denial in his tone and words, however, making me realize he was now actually pretty positive that indeed I was his child, the mere thought of it rendering me momentarily incapable to properly think or react at all.
Am I really his child?
Am I really the most feared fallen of all times’ child?
“I don’t know. You tell me. I wasn’t the one who dared bang a freaking goddess and knock her up,” Raphael almost mockingly answered back, my senses coming back to me as I finally realized he probably knew about this all along, yet chose not to tell me anything about it. So with a rough push of my palms against his chest I tried to distance myself as much as possible away from his vile self, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes as I practically screamed at him,
“You cunning, vile monster!”
His gaze instantly fell upon me, something undecipherable flickering in his black endless pits for the briefest moment, before he harshly grabbed and turned me to face Lucifer, his hand wrapping around my neck as the other held me so painfully tight against him.
“Let me go!” I screamed, thrashing against him, my voice coming out so strained and raspy as I fought the hot tears threatening to spill all over my cheeks, noticing the pained look in my creator’s stormy grey eyes as he attempted to take a step forward and reach me.
“Raphael, brother, please-”
“Ah ah ah, stop it right there,” Raphael instantly cut him off, forcing him to take an abrupt halt as his hand squeezed a little tighter around my neck, making me escape a chocked sound.
“Now, what I want you to do is forget that you ever saw me here. If I find out that you told her anything about this or even dare follow me, trust me, I will end your beloved offspring’s precious life,” He menacingly stated, his painful grip becoming even tighter around my neck, my vision filling with dark spots for the briefest moment, feeling my head spinning.
A short moment of silence followed, my shallow intakes of breath being the only sounds breaking through the very tensed air, my gaze incessantly fixated on the man before me.
My father...
“Why are you doing this?” He quietly asked, deep sorrow marring his beautiful features as he stared back at me, though his question was addressed to the one currently threatening to end my life.
“Because I don’t want it. Why can’t you get that through your thick, dumb skulls? I don’t want it back! I don’t want to be saved!” He loudly shouted right next to my ear, deep anger and desperation filling his tone, making me tremble in his painful embrace, seconds before everything slowly faded to utter darkness.
My father...
I smiled, pure joy filling my heart as I looked into those silvery eyes, nothing but pure, genuine warmth and adoration glinting inside of them as they stared right back into mine.
My father...I have a father...
A soft commotion suddenly erased every trace of that beautiful image, forcing my eyelids open, only to notice I that was once again standing in the same room that for the past few days, has been both my home and prison as well.
Hearing the soft exhale coming from right behind me I quickly turned around, his dark gaze finding mine, something so...intense, yet unreadable swirling inside those endless pits.
Quickly remembering those last moments before my consciousness shut down, pure anger instantly rose within me, moving to give him a hard push with both my palms.
“You-you sick, cunning bastard!” I screamed at him, that “hard” push obviously having no effect as I didn’t even manage to move him an inch. Can’t blame me for trying though.
“Is that why you abducted and locked me in here? To keep me as some sort of leverage?” My angered shouting reverberated through the walls, only outlining my current inner state. Still, that didn’t even affect him in the slightest ways as he simply stood there, unmoved.
“Is that why are you still keeping me here? To wait for the proper moment when you’ll have to use me?” I venomously spat, those last two words feeling so bitter on my tongue, not failing to also notice the tiniest flinch his body gave away. Still, that didn’t fool me.
So with a hard blow right in the middle of his chest, I practically roared at him,
“ANSWER ME!”
Silence.
His continuous lack of response made me feel even more frustrated than ever, feeling my patience practically slipping away, so without even wasting another moment I started throwing hit after hit, punch after punch –even though it didn’t even affect him at all- letting all my bubbling anger and frustration out, until I couldn’t take it anymore, finally letting my tears run free.
“F-for how long?” I whispered between hiccups, wiping my wet cheeks with the back of my hand, also noticing the confused expression now displaying on his features.
“For how long have you known who my father was?”
His obsidian gems slowly lowered somewhere on the hard wooden floor, seemingly conflicted before his answer finally came,
“At first I wasn’t exactly sure, after that “interesting” talk with your mother...
But after seeing his symbol bravely standing out so visible on your neck, I knew.”
More tears ran down my cheeks, lowering my gaze for I simply couldn’t stand to look at him anymore.
“I don’t want to be here.
I don’t want to be here anymore,” I quietly said, my voice coming out so raspy and weak.
“So either you take me back or I’ll find another way,” I firmly stated, leaving no space for any doubts.
Noticing he wasn’t going to do or say anything anytime soon, I didn’t waste another moment and headed straight towards the balcony, knowing the main entrance was probably still locked up anyway.
Discarding my torn up high-heels I then threw them away and with slow, trembling moves I inched myself closer and tightly gripped the railing, taking a glance down.
Okay, this is it.
Wiping the few tears still falling down my cheeks I then took a deep breath, gathering up some courage and swung my leg over it, not even caring that my tiny dress had instantly ridden up, half of my bottom now on full display.
But before I could swing my other leg as well and jump towards my possible death or freedom -depending on how strong my body actually was, for I have never tested myself before- a strong arm suddenly wrapped itself around my waist, effortlessly pulling me back inside.
“No! Let me go! Let me go, you monster!” I screamed, violently thrashing against him until I suddenly felt myself being slammed against the nearest wall, once again meeting those endless black pools now filled with something so intense, yet completely undecipherable.
“Yes, that’s what you are. A cold, vile monster!” I seethed, breathing fast and hard, noticing how his every feature instantly darkened, a dangerous look now glinting in his eyes. Yet I did not care. I simply wanted him to end this. To end my pathetic excuse of a life.
“Come on, do it,” I challenged, defiantly staring up at him, watching how his chest rapidly rose and fell, right on the verge of losing his temper.
“Do it, you fucking bastard!” I screamed from the top of my lungs, those specific words feeling so foreign on my tongue -for I have never dared using bad words before- yet so liberating at the same time.
“I SAID-”
Before I could even realize he had actually moved from his spot, I instantly found myself tightly pressed against the same wall, trapped by his much larger, warm body.
Yet what happened next outcame all my expectations.
Soft, plump lips pressed against my own, the foreign feeling creating a painful yet oddly pleasant ache somewhere at the far bottom of my stomach. Soft, warm hands travelled up my bare thighs, my lips escaping a small gasp against his own as I felt his palms firmly cupping my bottom. Briefly giving a little smirk, he then crashed his lips against my own once again, not even giving me the time to recover, this time becoming a little rougher, his honey sweet taste invading my tongue and all my senses as well.
Feeling so trapped and vulnerable, my palms feebly pushed at his muscular chest, my nails digging in his skin as I suddenly felt something painfully hard roughly pressing against the very intimate part between my thighs, creating a slow, nerve-wrecking friction.
My head threw back, escaping loud, foreign sounds, the soft touch of those warm lips hotly trailing down my neck, right towards the valley between my breasts combined with his painfully slow movements creating a some kind of hot wave, threatening to wash all over me.
Finding his way back up my lips, he continued his maddening torture until my body finally gave up, electric waves washing all over me as I felt something practically exploding inside of me, creating a some kind of euphoria taking over my entire body, lightly trembling in his embrace.
Taking a small step back, those obsidian gems leisurely travelled up and down my still trembling body, carefully holding me by the waist, only now feeling the soaking wetness coating my thighs and panties as well.
My cheeks turned a deep shade of red, too embarrassed to even dare make a move, his dark gaze finally finding mine as he said,
“Next time you even dare think about going back, remember this moment. Remember what I can do to you.”