Lucifer's Captive Bride

ead crashing over me. "He will come for you soon," the man continued, his voice as calm as if he were discuss

lace, trapped by the weight of his gaze. The air around me felt thick, oppressive, l

each step. His presence seemed to vanish with him, the air around me growing lighter as he

echoing in the empty corridor, even as his figure di

orridor was empty again, as if

ed? Who was that? And what did he mean-this building belonged to me? My mind raced, desperat

hlight casting long shadows on the walls. He looked at me, concerned, and I blin

ispered, my

t to steady me. "Are you okay? Yo

ad, I just stood there, staring at him, my mind reeling fr

e trembling. "He was here, Liam. He said... he said the

talking about? There's no one here but us." He glanced around the corridor, his flash

said... he said someone is coming for me." My voice broke as the fear I had been holding back

Let's get out of here." His voice was steady, but I could see the worry etched into his f

alls and crumbling walls pressing in from all sides. I kept glancing over my shoulder, half-expecting to

a rush of relief. The sky above was darkening, and the wind had picked up, bu

ck toward town, his expression unreadable.

ed-like a line had been crossed and there was no going back. But I d

voice didn't sound convinc

resence lingering in my mind, his words echo

what that meant,

r certain: nothing woul

my head. "We have been waiting for you, milady... the house is yours." Every step seemed to echo with hi

xplain the eerie feeling that had wrapped around me when the man spoke, but he wouldn't believe me. He thought I was just spook

My name was written on it in elegant, swirling letters, the kind you'd see in old books or on ancient artifacts. I glanced ar

etailed-ornate carvings along the sides, with patterns I couldn't place. Something about it felt old, far older than anyt