She Became His Obsession
On the highest tower of the hell Lucian was standing gazing at a vast sky that was filled with gloominess.
It has been raining. Slow pitter- patter of rain can be heard.
In the hell there was no proper day. All the time the sky of hell was filled with an odd fog and clouds every day and night.
His eyes unfathomable gazing ahead in nothingness. It may be he was gazing deep down inside himself.
"Annabelle Ashborn." Slowly a name rolled off his lips in a clear crisp voice.
His mind was replying to the scenes from before when he was comforting Anna.
'No.' Anna flattered her eyes and replied to his question.
'If you were any of these, I would have been dead long ago, maybe on the day I took over this body, and acted like Hannah' she said again.
"Why didn't she believe me? Why didn't she fall for my charm?" He slowly mumbled those questions. He knew everyone despised him since the day he took over the reign of hell in his hand.