CHAPTER 0013

Freedom

Another day, and another boring one. I feel so bored that at this point I'm counting the crystal prisms on the chandelier in my room. 

It's so big, and there are so many prisms that I've already counted to a thousand and more.

But I'm getting tired of counting these, and my eyes hurt from staring at the light too much. I get up from my bed and yawn. I wonder what Lucifer is doing?

I'm getting really mad at him for always being in his office and not even looking for me. It's not like I want his attention, but at least I wouldn't be so bored—

Wait… what am I even saying? I don't like Lucifer or his attention! I shouldn't! After all, he's a fucking demon king—or soon to be one—and he definitely isn't kind.

I mean, he did change a bit after the incident in his grandma's mansion and all that, but that still doesn't change the fact that he's a demon!

You know what? I should probably stop thinking about Lucifer and go out and touch some grass.

I sigh deeply and get up, making my way down the hallway. I came across Lucifer's office again, or should I say "young master's office."

Damn, that name will never get old.

I decided to check on him just in case. Maybe he needs my help? I open the door and close it behind me, and there he is.

As usual, he's talking to someone on the phone, looking pissed as hell. I'll be honest, he looks scary with that expression in his eyes.

But I couldn't get over his horns; they look so silly. Although they seem sharp, I somehow find them funny.

"Good morningg~" I say in a cheerful way, smiling as he turns to me and puts the call on mute so the other person can't hear him now.

"Do you need anything, Venneca?" he asks.

"No, I just wanted to see how you're doing, and I got bored," I mumble, approaching and sitting on the desk, even though there's a free chair next to it.

"I'm doing fine, just some business," he continued talking. "Why don't you look around the castle?—"

"Already did," I answered simply.

He sighs, rubbing his eyes. He seems really not in the mood for talking, so I have to annoy him at some point.

I see his tail pointing up, not moving, and I get too curious to see if it's fluffy or hard as hell.

I get off the desk and sneak up behind him, touching his tail quickly and squeezing it hard so it won't slip out of my hand.

He gasps, not expecting me to touch his tail, and lets out a low groan. "Venneca, let go of my tail," he demands.

"No," I simply answer and start stroking it. I love how soft and smooth it is, so I get interested in the tip too, which looks sharp.

"Venneca, I'm telling you again, leave my tail alone, let it go before I get turne—" Before he can finish his sentence, I make my hand finally touch the tip.

His eyes widen, and he groans again, but even more loudly. "It's so smooth—" Before I can finish my sentence, he attacks, pinning me on the desk.

He makes me sit on his desk while he gets between my legs, forcing me to wrap them around his waist.

He's breathing heavily, his breath hitting my face and making it warm. He stares at me like I'm some kind of snack for him.

"Venneca, don't get on my nerves, or I swear I will—" He stops and doesn't finish his sentence when he hears the man on the phone calling for him.

He takes the call again, getting off me completely. What the hell?!

"Lucifer, what the fuck was that—" I try to talk, but he points a finger at me, telling me to shush. This piece of crap!!

"Can't you just leave this office for once and go touch some grass?!" I shout now in a high-pitched voice.

He covers the phone and mumbles quietly, not even slightly affected by my words or voice. "Venneca, please leave."

"No!"

"Leave!" he says in a slightly higher voice now.

"Make me!" I start acting stubborn.

I'm sure I'm getting on his nerves, but he really deserves it.

"Venneca, this is the last warning: leave," he says in a commanding tone.

"Nope!" I pout.

He turns to me now, shouting at the top of his lungs, "VENNECA, FUCKING LEAVE THIS OFFICE BEFORE I HURT YOU!" His voice echoes through the room, making me stop and flinch.

I stare at him, confused and scared. I see the same expression he had when he kept me in that basement—cold and terrifying.

And that shit was scary. I storm out of there, trying to keep my eyes from watering.

I can't believe that asshole! How dare he talk to me like that? What gives him the right to treat me like a damn nuisance? 

He's nothing but a self-centered, arrogant, power-hungry demon! Just because he's got horns and a tail doesn't mean he can walk all over people like that. 

I should've known better than to think he'd be any different just because he's shown a few glimpses of decency.

I was so lost in my thoughts I didn't notice I was now standing outside in the garden again.

I sigh and try to calm down. If he wants to stay stuck in his office, fine! I'll be the one enjoying nature outside.

I walk for a bit until I stumble upon Asmodeus under a tree, sitting in the grass, reading a book peacefully.

I stare at him closer until I see that… He's reading my favorite book!

Love in the Shadows! My favorite and first romance book! I gasp, and without a second thought, I approach and sit next to him.

He turns to me before smiling gently. "Good morning, Venneca."

"Morning!" I say quickly, giving him a slight stare before continuing to look at the book he's reading.

"Like the book?" he asks, noticing my interest.

I nod and smile. "Yup!"

"Did you know that the female main character was actually pregnant after the fight? She found out after the fight!" 

I start yapping about the book, saying how much I love it and possibly giving him spoilers too.

He just chuckles slowly and starts listening to my rambling, staring at me for a long moment while I tell him everything and open up too much, I think.

"Wow, you really love the book, don't you?" He smiles, staring at my lips as I finish talking.

"Yeah!" I smile, not noticing how he's staring at my lips with a smirk on his face.

We continue talking for hours, and I tell him all about my favorite color—purple—and why I like it, my favorite book, food, drink. At this point, I'm opening up too much.

"You're really beautiful, you know, Venneca?" he whispers as I stop talking to take a breath since I'm out of it.

That makes me blush for real. We continue talking for hours as he opens up too. The topics never seem to run out at this point.

But one thing catches my eye—Lucifer is staring at us from the window, not far from us. I can see he isn't happy seeing me talk to Asmodeus.

But I'll be honest, Asmodeus is more fun to talk to than Lucifer.

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