155 tried her best to hide her smile, as the younger maid panics,
"What should we do? It couldn't be possible that they're all allergic!"
The woman in red just looked at her calmly,
"Losing our minds over this won't help them, sadly,"
Sellena stood up, and examined the table,
She did not consumed the tea, but the rest she took part equally,
She then looks over at the maids,
Who kept giving her an innocent gaze.
She sighed heavily, as she tried to help the wives clean up,
Hiding the fact she's traumatized and had enough.
But they did not stop with just vomiting blood,
As they felt an explosion inside their guts.
Soon enough they fell on the floor,
As Sellena rose her hand to summoned the demons,
Although she hated it the most,
She wasn't strong enough to give any help,
though she's willing to offer.
Haborym quickly appeared, surprised to find Lucifer's wives in such a pitiful state,
He quickly remembered 155's plan, and looked at her with rage.
"Did you did this?" He confronted her abruptly,
As she denied the claim, almost immediately.
"Why would I do this? On a perfectly good day?
I didn't expect this, the one who makes the tea bags are the ones to blame,"
"I will give you the benefit of the doubt for now,
But make sure your next schemes won't be easily found out..."
Haborym then looks at Sellena, who was busy helping the wives,
But they were too weak, feeling unending pain in their insides.
It's like acid, that completely eats them in and out,
They tried to cry, and in agony couldn't help but scream and shout.
Soon, they lost their vision, their sense of hearing, their sence of touch,
And from the physical world, they were dettached.
Just what did the culprit made them consume?
That they quickly met a painful fate, with no escape from doom?
They cried, and cried, but even if Haborym tried,
The wives quickly deterioted and died.
He had no choice but speak to Lucifer,
Who looked at the corpses and imagined how they suffered.
But than a grieving face than Sellena expected to come from a husband at least,
He took it the easiest way, and didn't even dropped one tear.
Ah, yes, he's a demon Lord after all.
They were all just possessions, his mere toys.
"Eh, I needed meat for my dogs anyways,
So gotta thank the culprit, so to say.
These girls don't even satisfy me anymore,
Haborym, if you may, fetch me more toys."
Even Haborym was shocked,
Lucifer didn't even budged.
Instead he leaned over 155's ear,
"I knew it's you, my daring dear."
He eventually held her hand,
Her boldness was something Lucifer wants.
He knows she isn't a dumb little pawn,
And that is why she already won.
Haborym felt something within him rise,
It's not totally anger, but more of envy, of some kind.
He felt like stopping them, but his mouth won't open,
He just stood there, and let it all happen.
Sellena felt her tears coming back looking at the live violations,
She rose her hand, but she couldn't move any closer.
She was filled in a lot of questions, but none of which could be answered.
Haborym felt what he thought he wouldn't.
He felt pity, as Lucifer kept on controlling.
155 was hiding her tears, suffering all the years of being broken,
As she forced a smile, and let the demon do all he ever wanted.
He eventually drags her away from the crowd,
As Haborym was left to clean the bloody scene,
and feed them to his hounds.
Sellena however, could not ponder the pace of all that had happened,
155 tried to poison the wives, but she knew there's a motivation,
that triggered such event.
Haborym summoned more demons, to handle the bodies,
As he himself, talked calmy to Asmo's lady.
He asks her if she wanted to get a breathe of fresh air,
As Sellena agreed to go to the balcony instead.
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155 watches as the sleeping body next to her breathe in and out,
She watched over Lucifer, in his most vulnerable.
She wanted to badly to kill him in his sleep,
But knew that no matter, she won't escape his grip.
"I hate you..." She whispered in the faintest tone,
As Lucifer opened his eyes,
While giving a small smile.
He did not hear her, but thought she said something,
155 faked a smile, "Are you satisfied enough, darling?"
"You want to be my Queen, don't you?
So you killed all the others, how cute."
"Killing off imcompetent beauties, is my especialty,
After all, they don't deserve you, my dear."
"I know you don't love me,"
Lucifer said casually.
But 155 couldn't find words to explain her reasons,
After all this man, destroyed what could have been a great future.
She broke down, and cried real tears,
As even Lucifer felt her sadness as she weep.
He should be satisfied seeing he had broken yet another soul,
But he just watched there, yet did not do anything to console.
"Let the past go."
Lucifer said as he mocked her yet again,
Trying to remind her,
He owns everything, her life and pain.
"Do you really loved me that day?"
155 asked, as her memories came back..flashing to that day.
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155 was not a sweet girl from the start,
Because she was already broken, manipulated in the past.
She's not an ideal girl, with many talents and qualities to adore,
She...was just trying to live, to love and endure.
She wanted to get away from home so often,
She remembered that feeling,
The feeling of wanting to get away,
As far...she could,
Oh how she loathe to stay.
Because every time she goes home,
All she could see were her parents fighting.
Why can't they problems leave her alone?
She wanted to escape, to feel the sense of calm,
But if it meant meeting the prince of hell, she would have wished it didn't come.
The young woman easily fell to his trap,
Such kind persona, she easily fell in love.
She thought it was just some beautiful twist of luck,
That they met while she was running in the dark.
Rain pouring on her long hair, as she cry her heart out,
Tired of all the fighting in her but noisy house.
She felt like it was a movie,
Too good to be true,
And she beats herself every day,
How can she not knew?
He offered her his umbrella, and a ride to his apartment to dry herself up,
Why didn't she realized back then? He's...suspicious enough.
But she was blinded by the want and the need of finding her idea of perfect,
That sort of love, and the sweetest happy ending.
He was rich, but mysterious, like some character in a typical romance book,
And she didn't even question him that point of time,
Having the calm, and the time of her life.
But there came the time the devil asks for the prize.
Oh poor little woman, she should have been wise.
The years of spending time with the man,
She couldn't have asked for more than that,
He was smart, was gentle, all she ever dreamed,
But the time he changed heart, she had already fallen deep.
With her family continuing to deteriorate,
He was all she could ever to life, thank.
She thought she lived a great life but in a blink,
Her dreaded nightmare began to thieve.
She went home, exhausted from school,
Only to find, her mother dead, in a bloody pool.
The floor was dirty, and the kitchen thrashed,
She held the knife, tightly in her hands.
She saw her sleeping father, who sleeps drunk in his couch,
She then walked towards him, with intent, careful to not make a sound.
She swore she heard voices, but she made that choice,
Not because they told her to, but because she had enough of her father's words.
Not only did he hurt and killer her mom,
He also doubted her from the start.
No support, just fake display of love,
She was even denied as his own child.
"Just like mom..." she remembered saying,
As she stabbed the father, who in his own blood started drowning.
She did not shout, did not cry, did not laugh,
But went to her room, and began destroying her stuff.
The medals, the certificates, the trophies,
They were her achievements of such tasteless victories.
She felt no happiness and contentment in her life,
She wanted to leave, and bury it all deep in the past.
All she had in her mind was the man,
He's kind, he'll understand, right?
She was half-crazy when she finished packing,
Their house was far from others, so they most likely won't find out till the next morning.
She cleaned herself, but it wasn't enough,
Her skirt still stinks of rotten blood.
She ran away, after she texted the man she loves most,
Who waited patiently for her, and didn't even questioned her choice.
That was when she started to feel suspicious.
If he was normal, he would and should at least question her decision,
Ask her if she's in the right mind, or what would happen next,
But he was calm, collected, it made her feel afraid.
"I'll take you far away...
You and I, in a palace of flames."
She couldn't understand the last part,
But she thought of nothing more when their lips smacked.
She felt happy. And oblivious of the danger that was to come around.
She closed her eyes, but felt a warm sensation in her forehead, "Ouch."
She looked at the mirror, and saw a mysterious symbol.
"You'll never escape, once made a pact with Lucifer."
Her tears didn't come out, but her regrets were vivid,
She looked at what she thought was her lover, in pure sadness and disbelief.
"You told me you'd give me everything, right?
Then prove it, do as I want this time."
155 was smart,
But not smart enough to dodge.
She grieved, knowing that the past cannot be undone,
She grieved, because though not the best, she could have been someone.
But now she's stripped away from all that chance,
As she felt powerless whilst accepting the contract.
She had nothing left.
She had no one left.
But he, himself isn't a friend.
He smells like danger, and that familiar dread.
She almost went insane when she saw horns slowly grew out of his head,
And even more so when he leaned closer and said,
"Oh, my sweet darling flower...welcome to hell."