I tried not to sleep, I swear I did, but as a child sometimes I wondered if there was a demon outside my door. I wondered if a ghost was watching me, listening in on me. I am human after all. But here...
I heard something creak.
Here I know demons exist. I've met them, I'll eventually rule over them, I'm having a baby that's half demon half human.
Oh god. I'm having a baby.
I rubbed my stomach, and tried to focus again.
It had been, possible a week, four days at least since Gerwin put me here.
Despite it being quite a small room, I tried to stay as far away from the dead bodies in my room. The smell rose in the room like cake in an oven, which made me hungry. I tried to check the food for poison like the maids I've seen do it before, but the first time I did it on the second day of being locked in here I got sick and poisoned, I made myself throw up to rid myself of the poison but I'm still sick. That led me to shoot everyone who walked in with food and I haven't eaten since.
My mind pondered how the baby will react to the possible cyanide, I'm not positive it's cyanide because I was giving a salad with almonds in it. I had eaten it with passion as I hadn't had a salad the entire time I had been here, it was mostly some kind of meat.
The guy who brought it in was creepy, but I was too hungry to care or judge. I smelt the almonds strongly and assumed it was because it had been so long since I had them. I thanked the man, and shut the door, I scoffed it down like it would save my life, ironically.
I had a seizure, seconds after I finished. I passed out only to be woken back up again, I forced myself to throw up in the corner of the room where the bodies now lay, I threw up continuously, some on purpose, some not. It was a disgusting colour and I finally fell asleep, unsure if I would wake up or not.
I then experienced apnea and have felt weak and have had headaches painfully close to migraines.
I shut my eyes again, wondering once again if I it would be the last time I shut them.
My breathing became shallow, and my heart began to slow.
I felt tears brim to my eyes as I felt too tired to get up, I sat slumped in the furthest corner from the room the bodies, wondering how long it would be until someone found me, maybe an hour or two. Maybe a day. I wondered if they would even give me a funeral. How would they explain to the upper world why I was poisoned, would they even do that? Would Adrian continue to let my clone live my life until they killed me off? How would he chose the next child bearer?
How would the brothers react? It's unlikely they'll care, but I'd like to think they will miss me and having someone to talk to on their breaks but maybe they'll replace me all over again with Adrian's new girlfriend.
I imagine Lilith would be the one to miss me. No one is going to care for her now that I'm gone.
With that sad thought I used the last of my energy to move my hand over my stomach, and whispered.
"Stop trying to save me." My voice struggled to remain steady. I felt my energy leave me at a faster pace, just as I thought it would. He was trying too hard, to save a dead woman. "I love you, Luci. My sweet baby boy" I smiled at my stomach, and at his name. Lucifer Junior. I suppose that would have been his name, if I lived.
I coughed a little bit, blood oozing out of my mouth as I shut my eyes. I let out a small sigh. Within seconds, I felt my hand slowly sink to the floor.
This wasn't as peaceful as I had imagined my death before. It was full of empty emotions, a pounding headache and possibly a small cardiac arrest, but I couldn't tell.
My head dropped to my right as I realised I could no longer control my body.
My voice began to get quieter in my head.
I tried to breathe but my mouth wouldn't open.
And then voice was...