The Devil's Lover: The Wish
The gentle kiss became something more,
unquenched, passionate. Before she knew what was going on, she was
already lying on the bed with him on top of her. His breath was hot
against her slender neck. She desperately wanted to refuse him, but
her body would not listen. His beautiful blue eyes could even bends
heaven to his will. She was too weak to rebel. 

Chapter 11:
Sacrificial
     
    “Welcome back, Chevalier,” Soren said.
He was leaning against the hospital’s white wall, his arms folded
on his chest. He wore a black suit that fit his figure almost too
well.  
    “ Where am I?” Chevalier
sat up on the bed. His limbs felt so weak and difficult to control,
as though they weren’t his own. He rested his head on his hands.
“It hurts so much…”
    Chevalier looked up at the beautiful
young man. “Who are you?” 
“I am Soren.”  
    “ What do you mean by
‘welcome back’?”  
    “ Just what I said,” Soren
stood up from the wall. “What is the last thing you
remember?” 
    Chevalier thought about it. “I was
driving on the highway, and these trucks..,” Chevalier shook his
head. “Then I woke up here.”
    “ You have died, Chevalier
Shiva,” Soren said bluntly, his voice devoid of concern.
    Chevalier raised a brow to analyze the
mysterious man standing front of him. “That’s not
possible.”
    “ Nothing is
impossible.”
    “ I’m still…
alive.” Chevalier looked down at his body.
    “ In your deep sleep, you
had a long dream; a dream so long that it felt as if it lasted an
eternity.” 
    “ Yeah… I was walking in a
barren wasteland that never seemed to end. But that still doesn’t
make sense! Am I dead now?” 
    Soren shook his head.
“You were dead.
My master, Lord Lucifer, brought you back to
life.” 
    Chevalier gave Soren a look of
suspicion. “Are you a mental patient?”
    Laughter burst from Soren in spite of
himself. “I do not believe that is important to you. What should be
important to you now is your Kali.” 
    “ Kali!" Chevalier bolted
off the bed at the thought of her. “Where is she? Is she sick? She
must have been waiting in the rain yesterday!"
    “ Chevalier, I do not have
much time before my master finds that I am missing, so listen and
listen carefully. You died in the accident,” Soren began to
explain. “The Lucien you know was actually Lord Lucifer in
disguise. Kali sealed a bargain with him. If Lord Lucifer brought
you back to life, Kali has bargained to spend an eternity with him
in Hell. You have been in a coma for a month,
Chevalier.” 
    “ What?” Chevalier was
dumbstruck. 
    “ It is up to you whether
you believe me or not. I am here to make you an offer. If you want
to get Kali back from the underworld, the only option is to face
death once again and be reborn as a demon. My offer is on the
table. When you have decided, called my name and I shall
come.” 
    “ If what you say is true,
why are you telling me all of this? Why make the offer at
all?” 
    Soren paused and questioned his own
motives. Fury skittered over his beautiful face. “I’ve followed my
master from Heaven to the depths of Hell! Do you think I would let
a mere human take him from me?” 
    A pair of wings sprung from Soren’s
back. He walked toward the window, opened it, and flew
out.
    “ Wait!” Chevalier ran to
the window and looked down to see if the young man had fallen to
the ground. Chevalier was standing in a room twenty stories up. The
streets below were crowded, with no sign of people screaming or the
young man’s body on the ground. Any man jumping from this height
would be in several pieces. Chevalier picked up a black feather
that rested on the window frame. His eyes weren’t deceiving him.
That had been a pair of black wings sprouting from the young man’s
back!
    Chevalier left his room and walked
down the hallway of the hospital. The nurses and doctors stared at
him as he stepped into the elevator to leave. They had been sure he
was dead. He’d been

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