For hours, they stood there, side by side, neither willing to leave, yet neither able to speak their full truth. The sun rose and had dipped lower, casting a warm glow over the room, but the beauty of the moment did nothing to ease the tension between them.
Davina's thoughts were a chaotic storm as now she was a full demon and with this her demons rising within her, battling for dominance as she wondered what or exactly whom she wants .
Her inner voices whispered incessantly, each one representing a different side of her fractured soul:Loyalty hissed, "No, it's Alex. You're Davina now, not Darcey. Davina loves Alex."But then Fear crept in, murmuring, "If we choose Alex, we'll lose Lucifer forever..."And finally, Anger spoke, a sharp but persistent whisper: "Alex doesn't even remember us as his mate, but Lucifer... whose everything we once ruined ,he had remembered us for lifetime. That's true love.""But does he even wants us ?" Uncertainity asked." Why will he ? did you forget the fact that you were the one who drew a dragger laced with poison in his heart " Anxiety and shame both shared the same thoughts
The voices were overwhelming, threatening to consume her. She clutched her head, trying to drown them out, but they only grew louder."I cannot even dare to ask you for forgiveness . is it too late for us ? " Davina's voice was barely a whisper as she finally dared to look at him, her eyes filled with uncertainty.Lucifer's gaze darkened as he turned his head slightly, not fully meeting her eyes. "What about him?" he asked, his voice low and cold. The "him" he referred to was Alex, the man who according to Lucifer now held Davina's heart—at least, in this life.Davina had no answer. Her feelings for Theo were still raw, still vivid in her mind, as though the past had only just happened. But at the same time, she couldn't deny her feelings for Alex. They were real too, and just as strong. Her demons mocked her indecision, whispering doubts and fears. Her thoughts were a cacophony, and she couldn't silence them.When Davina remained silent, stepping back unconsciously, Lucifer saw it as her decision. He took her hesitation as a sign that she had chosen Alex over him."I've already forgiven you," Lucifer said, his voice flat but tinged with sadness. "The first time I saw you again, I forgave you. You don't have to answer me." He paused, his eyes reflecting a deep sorrow that only centuries of loss could create. "After all, I owe you nothing anymore... Darcey."Those words—"I owe you nothing anymore, Darcey"—struck Davina harder than any blow ever could. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over uncontrollably. Her world collapsed in on itself, and the room seemed to spin as cold sweat broke out across her skin. Her hands shook violently, but she forced herself to stay composed. She couldn't fall apart now."Darcey is dead," Davina whispered, her voice trembling. "Just as Theo is dead. She killed him... and herself. In this life, as Davina, we were never meant to meet again. But you still came... giving me another chance at life when all I did was take yours. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."Lucifer heard the uncertainty in her voice, the conflict between him and Alex weighing heavily on her. He smiled sadly, the weight of their shared history pressing down on him."Theo's last words were that he loved you," Lucifer said, his voice soft but filled with a deep, aching sorrow. "Until the very end. The love he had for you died with him. But as Lucifer... I can't deny the emotions I feel towards you. They're everything but love—hatred, for how you killed his people; anger, for how you stabbed him without hesitation. So, as I said, I owe you nothing. And I want you to owe me nothing either."Lucifer's voice hardened as he forced the words out, though they tasted bitter on his tongue. "We can end this ill-fated connection here," he said, though each word dripped with the poison of lies they both knew too well. "You're free to go to your mate... or not-so-mate." He let the phrase linger, heavy with double meaning. "Fight whoever you want—goddess, elders, I don't care. Just know that I won't be a part of it." He turned slightly, his eyes darkening with the weight of what he was saying. "Even if you're dying, I won't bat an eye."The words were cruel, as if meant to sever the remaining thread that bound them together. But they both knew the truth hidden beneath them—the emotions that had been buried but not forgotten. Each lie cut through the air like a blade, but instead of shielding them from the agony of the past, it only left their wounds more raw, more exposed.Davina could barely breathe as his words hit her like a tidal wave. Her heart twisted painfully in her chest, her mind reeling from his indifference. She could see the mask he wore so expertly, the lie he had crafted, and yet... it still broke her. The truth was there, just beneath the surface, and she was helpless to reach it. She wanted to scream at him, to demand he stop pretending, to rip away the veil of false indifference he had wrapped himself in. But before she could even respond, something interrupted their charged silence.