Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Romancing Lucifer ❯ Contract 24: Vow ( Chapter 24 )

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Romancing Lucifer

Contract 24: Vow

By: Melissa Norvell

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“We should gather Yaone and the Flower Prince to help carry out the plans. We're going to need their help,” Lucifer's cog wheels began to turn. If they were going to pull this off, they no doubt needed help. As soon as they decided to make a move, they might need backup in case the situation gets a little precarious. Besides, it was always good to have fall men and they were perfect for the job.

“Let me guess, I have to go and do it, right?” Seraj asked in a monotone voice. He had a feeling that it was going to be all on him. If Lucifer had his way it would be, anyway. That was what they made the pact about, right?

“You have modern technology on your side. It's not like you have to walk down there. You can always call her,” the dark angel knew that luring her in might be a good plan of action. Even if she didn't want to come there, Lucifer had ways of making such arrangements.

“You know that isn't the point. As soon as I call her, she's going to shove in my face how she told me so and I was right. Do you think I want that? I already hear it from you every day,” Seraj complained. The last thing he wanted was that pretentious blonde gloating about her malevolent plans actually working. God only knew she didn't need to have an even bigger ego than she did.

“Then you should feel immune to it being said again. You can tune her out, just like you do me. Don't be such a weakling,” Lucifer didn't understand what the big deal was? Words only held promise when reinforced by actions, even he knew that. If Seraj couldn't handle simple teasing, he would never see him as his equal, much less something that was more worthy than the status of a fuck toy.

The Nepali boy simply let out a sigh of irritation and gave into the corrupt angel's demands. “Fine, I'll do it.” With that, he stalked off into the next room and grabbed the phone. Orange eyes glared into the object, as if he were almost trying to burn a hole into it with his vision. A million thoughts swam through the confines of his mind.

`I can't believe I'm about to admit defeat to her. Of all of the people in the world, why did it have to be her? Come on, Seraj just dial the number. You can do it. No one can do it but you…Well, Lucifer could but he's being a bastard. I'm going to die of embarrassment if I tell her I'm in love with Lucifer and everything she said was true. Plus, it's awkward talking to someone who was practically in love with the guy before.' He took a deep breath as the thoughts left his mind and he sighed deeply. This was it. It was time to finally bow out of this situation as gracefully as he could.

It was time to let Yaone have her glory.

He wasn't prepared for this kind of gloating.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Seraj dialed the number and waited for the blonde to answer.

Soon, Yaone answered the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it's Seraj,”

“I haven't heard from you in a while. How have things been?” Yaone seemed genuinely interested in his life, which made what he was about to say all the worse in hindsight.

“Lucifer wanted me to tell you to come over here, and bring your little flower friend with you,” for now, Seraj was going to prolong this event as long as he could.

“Am I in trouble again?” She didn't really like the tone of Seraj's voice. Granted, he was always a bit on the grouchy side, but when he said things in that defeated tone of irritation it made her feel uneasy.

“Not that I'm aware of. Then again, I know how Lucifer can be. You never know with that guy,” Seraj didn't think about there being underlying motives behind this little meeting. Then again, he didn't know why he wasn't expecting it from the corrupt angel. Maybe he was getting too comfortable with him again. One would think that he would anticipate such things, but maybe he simply normalized them. Either way it wasn't good.

What was wrong with him?

Then again…what wasn't wrong with him at this point? The list would be far shorter.

“That's for sure,” Yaone agreed wholeheartedly on that fact, “so, you never did answer my question. How have you been?”

“I don't want to talk about it,” Seraj's voice was deadpanned. He really hoped that she would change the subject, but he knew her way better than that. Yaone was going to push this subject; it wouldn't be typical of her to do otherwise. At this point he might as well start feeling like he was held at gunpoint because he basically was.

“I can always ask Lucifer,” Yaone's smile was projected in her tone as she spoke slyly to him. She was going to get an answer one day or another. She knew that if he wasn't speaking, then there was something that he was hiding. Yaone wanted to know what it was.

“I hate you,” Seraj predicted this. He didn't want to be right, however.

“So,” Yaone paused and propped her head in her hand with a deviant smile, “I'm waiting.” She wanted him to give her the goods. Whatever he was hiding was undoubtedly a good secret.

“I decided to go through with it,” he might as well admit it. There really was no sense in even trying to fight it anymore. He officially gave up on that and doing so would simply prolong the inevitable.

“So, you're going to be Lucifer's bride?” She seemed a little caught off guard by it. Of course she would be. Yaone thought Seraj would play his little defiant games longer than this. It was certainly an event she hadn't seen.

“No,” Seraj squinted and his frown grew deeper as did the discomfort in his voice, “we're going to be partners.” Why did she have to make him go in depth like this?

Seraj was convinced that she was just doing it to make him suffer more than he already was. This girl was on Lucifer's side, after all. She was his former lover.

“Partners in crime or partners in some other kind of way?” This was really amusing. Yaone was going to dig and dig at him until he finally caved in and gave her the goods. Seraj should know better than to fight against her investigative skills.

“I told him that I loved him,” he might as well just come out with it. Whatever Yaone wanted, she got and he knew it all too well. Seraj was going to let her win this once, she would eventually find out anyway.

The other end of the phone was silent, besides a few sharp noises that were caused by her hands fumbling with the phone. That revelation put her through so much shock that she nearly dropped her phone in disbelief. It was hard for Yaone to even keep it in her hands. Kazuza, who had been standing nearby her blinked and cast her a confused glance.

“Are you serious? You actually gave into him?” Yaone could hardly believe what he was saying. Never in a million years did she expect him to say that, especially considering the fight that he put up and how determined he was to go against the grain.

“We had a talk, so I agreed to be with him. What? Are you going to rub it in my face? You got what you wanted, be glad. Right?” Seraj really wasn't in the mood to put up with her shit. If she was going to make fun of him, then she might as well get it over with. She could go ahead and talk about how he finally gave into her one true religion or about how she was right, or any manner of topic that she pleased. He just wanted to get this round of humiliation over with.

“Yeah, I'm shocked but…I thought you were going to fight this until the end? You know, never give into Lucifer?” She was genuinely surprised by this. It almost seemed foreign how unreal this moment was, and she was in shock from it all.

“Do you think this is a joke? I genuinely love him,” Seraj wasn't sure which was more offensive, the fact that she seemed to mock him or the fact that there was the chance that she still might call him pathetic for being so easily manipulated.

“You do?” Yaone questioned.

“I hate to admit it but, he finally seduced me,” he hated admitting that more than anything. He was just waiting for whatever smartass comment she had in store for him.

“This is working better than I expected,” Yaone placed a finger to her lips with a smile. Everything was going according to plan. The fact that he had already given in by now was all the better.

“Shove it,” Seraj growled.

“So, are you going to kill her?” Surely that meant that he would go through with the plan.

“I have to. Do you think he's going to let me get away with not doing it now?” Seraj already agreed to the pact, and solidified it by everything he had just said to the dark angel only moments before. He not only wasn't going to go back on his word, he couldn't. In order to prove himself to Lucifer and be the lover that the angel wanted he was going to keep his vows to him.

“This is your fault, you know?” Yaone didn't even care about being that guy; she was going to tell him exactly how it was. He was going to shove it in his face once more and continue to rub salt in his wounds. The facts were just the facts and they were undeniable.

“I know and I hate it. I don't even want to do this anymore. It seems…wrong,” Seraj couldn't help but to carry it out. He regretted his decision but he wanted to please Lucifer. Was he willing to take a life? He was to make his own better, as selfish as it was. Seraj would also do it if it made his bond strong with Lucifer. There were more benefits to it than now and not to mention, she was going to ultimately die by the time this was all over with. Him biding time was just him prolonging her life and he could only do that so long.

“You didn't care about that at first,” Yaone pointed out, “you reap what you sow. Besides, you're not the only one in this. I'm in this, too. I'm trying to get out of a pact, just like you.”

Did he forget?

“That's different,” he knew about her pact. She didn't need to compare their tribulations or even try to act like she understood him, because she clearly did not.

“I'm just doing what will better me. Understand it's nothing special,” Yaone wasn't beneath throwing him under the bus to get herself out of her issues. She was certain that if Seraj was in her predicament that he would do the same to her. If he was already considering killing Sajani then he would do the same to her.

“You're a real bitch,” Seraj couldn't help but grind his teeth in irritation. He really hated talking to her.

“I probably am, but you still chose to hang around me.” That was his fault, really. Much like Lucifer, he had the opportunity to get away from her.

“I don't have a choice with that, either. Besides, I can relate to you in a sick, sad way, and…I want to help you out now that I know what to do about it.” As much as she irritated him, Seraj knew why she was like that, and truth be told they both benefitted from him taking the place she once desired as Lucifer's bride. If he did, then she would be free of her pact. If he helped her, then it would be the one good thing that came out of his bad experience with this pact…that and everything he's done with the dark angel.

“You're too nice to me. I'd consider loving you if it wasn't for your situation. Damn, I gave Lucifer a good one.” What a shame, really. Yaone didn't realize what a good man he was until she gave him away. Then again, she had an affinity for doing such things, didn't she?

Seraj felt his cheeks grow hot from her little comment. He felt frustrated from her when she wasn't pissing him off. It wasn't like he couldn't admit that she wasn't attractive. “Just…get your ass over here.”

“I'll be on my way, bye,” Yaone hung up the phone and turned to see Kazuza standing behind her.

“Was that the one you've chosen for Lucifer?” He asked.

“Yes, it's time to exact the plan,” the blonde smiled a little. Now would be the time to get what she had wanted. It was time for Yaone to be happy after all of these years.

“He actually wants to go through with it? I'm shocked,” Kazuza didn't anticipate that happening. It seemed that things were going according to his lady's plans. No doubt she'd be pleased at the advancements.

“I am too. I wonder what made him change his mind,” she knew that loving Lucifer was definitely something that caused the change but she was interested in what led up to those events more than anything. The last she knew he hated Lucifer and would never think of doing such things with him, nonetheless admitting that he loved him.

“I'm sure Lucifer was working his charms really good on him. After all, he is the chosen one,” there was no doubt accord to Kazuza. Lucifer and Seraj had an intertwined destiny and whatever the dark angel wanted he would get. In return, he would have the thing he so desired as well.

“Whatever happened, things are working in my favor,” a dark smile crossed the blonde's red lips as she turned to the monochrome prince. “We need to get ready for the final phase. We're going to kill Sajani and that guy who's putting her up to attacking us.” Only after that will she be free of her pact. She didn't think Seraj could do the job, anyway. He might love Lucifer, but she hardly found him the kind of man to have the balls to actually pull through with murder. If he did, well she'd be more than shocked but if not she'd be there to make sure the dirty work was carried out.

Above all things, Yaone couldn't afford to fail.

“So…it's time. We're going to have to pack a few things. This is going to be a long mission, Kazuza was ready to endure the harsh trials ahead of him, but he knew that his lady would need more than enough nutrients to keep up that wonderful life force she had. Worry crossed his face at the thought of a few things.

“Why do you look so worried? I feel like there's something that I'm not quite getting,” Yaone didn't really get it. Why was Kazuza like this? He had always been for some reason, occasionally casting her worried expressions, especially when she fell ill which had been more than usual lately.

“Don't you feel strange when you're around me?” He wanted to know if she figured it out yet. Chances were that she had not.

“What?” Yaone arched an eyebrow. She really didn't get what he was talking about.

“Do you feel strange?” Kazuza repeated the question.

“I've been a little more worn out than usual. Are you telling me that I should worry about that?” Yaone was really clueless as to why her prince was inquiring such things. The girl had been feeling under the weather and weaker than usual, but she simply had written it off as an illness or the fact that stress was probably making her body wear down at a quicker rate than usual and everything would pass. Was this matter more serious than she had thought? If so, why didn't Kazuza tell her about this before?

The pink-haired flower glanced to the ground with a visage of sympathy. “It's my fault.”

“Wait, what are you doing to me? Did Lucifer put you up to this?” There had to be a reason. If there wasn't, then she didn't know what she was going to do, but above everything she wasn't going to be pleased. Why did Kazuza feel that he had to keep things secret from her about something like this? He'd better have a damned good explanation.

“I was created especially for you,” Kazuza began to explain before he was interrupted.

“Yeah, I get that. Lucifer made you from one of those flowers that he found in hell.” Yaone knew Kazuza's origin story. He didn't need to repeat it. What the hell did it have to do with her sudden weak spells?

“Do you remember what he said?” Kazuza was a little curious.

“Yeah, he said I have to take care of you or you'll die,” Yaone thought they were pretty simple instructions. She had been taking care of him. Hell, that's why he was alive now, right? Wasn't that the point of the two of them living together?

“I depend on you,” the flower prince tried to push the point.

“I really don't know what you're getting at. Is this some kind of cryptic message or something?” If Kazuza wanted to tell her something, she wished that he would have just told her instead of making her play a guessing game. Yaone was a little unamused that he would take her on such a meaningless journey.

“I am a parasitic being…Well, or you could call me symbiotic. Depends on what you think of my powers,” Kazuza was going to be honest about all of this. He really didn't know what she was going to think of him. A part of him was afraid of how she would view him, but it wasn't as if it mattered now that everything was out on the table.

“You powers?” Yaone was beyond confused. She didn't like where any of this was going. The only person she even knew with supernatural powers was Lucifer. It made sense than he would create a supernatural being, but why would he give her one like this? Was this to further her punishment? “Is that why I've been feeling weird lately? What the hell have you been doing to me?”

She wanted explanations and she wanted them now.

“I have to drain your energy in order to live. That's how you've been taking care of me. I literally need your energy in order to live. However, if you don't replenish your energy, then it very well could kill both of us,” Kazuza hung his head. He should have told her earlier instead of putting her in such a state, but he didn't want her to turn him down or try to return him to Lucifer. In truth, Kazuza was very happy that he was granted life and he wanted to be the best servant he possibly could. He truly loved Yaone and would do anything for her, but he didn't want her rejecting him or throwing him away. To do so would erase his existence.

Yaone was silent for a while and looked thoughtful, “That makes sense now…” Blue eyes befell her hand and a frown tugged at her pink lips as she slowly flexed the appendage. “That's why I've been feeling lackadaisical lately.” She then glanced towards Kazuza. “Lucifer did this to punish me, didn't he?”

“I have a feeling that he more than likely did,” the pink-haired male averted his vision. It was painful to say, but he knew it was more than likely the truth of his existence. “Do you hate me for that?”

A part of him didn't want to hear the answer, but he knew it was best to hear it now. This was the moment that would define the rest of their relationship. He felt his body tense and his breath hitched in his throat. Kazuza was nervous, more so than he had ever been in his short life.

“Your life is literally in my hands because of him,” Yaone clenched her hand. Her sights never left it.

“It's going to take a great toll on you if we run into any complications. Are you willing to take that kind of risk?” Kazuza had to know this above anything else. He didn't want to accidentally kill her, or kill her on purpose either.

“I don't care,” her eyes turned piercing as she looked at him with determination. “I have to see his plans out until the end. It's the least I can do.” There was no way that she could die. She wasn't going to allow herself to after all she had gone through.

“I'm such a burden to you,” Kazuza sighed. He felt like he was dead weight, especially because he could only live off of life energy and she was so determined to get out of her pact with Lucifer. He felt as if he hindered her from doing any of that. Baggage. That's all he was.

“Lucifer did this so I could grow to love you. He wanted my hands to cultivate you into someone appropriate for me and if I stopped caring or didn't think you turned out to my liking then your blood would be on my hands,” Yaone knew exactly what Lucifer was trying to do. It was the very same concept that applied to Seraj.

You get what you wish for.

She wanted so desperately for someone to love her, and when Lucifer didn't work he gave her someone that she could mold to her liking. If she created a monster or someone she disliked, then she would have to kill him, but she would live with knowing that she not only figuratively killed someone but literally killed them as well.

It was the cruelest form of irony.

“I couldn't imagine a life without you. I would rather wither and die.” If Yaone could not love him, then he not only failed her, but he had no purpose. Kazuza's only purpose was to be a perfect partner for the blonde and if he could not then he would rather her snuff out his life.

“Kazuza…do you mean that or are you just saying that because you have to put up with me?” Of course he would love her. She was his only option, right? Looking at it that way only made her heart fill with sorrow.

“I genuinely mean it. My love for you is hardly fake. You give everything to keep me alive. It's because of you that I can function. You're so giving and even now when I told you my secret, you still aren't mad at me,” Kazuza's feelings were more than real and if she needed him to prove that to her then he would. He wasn't above going through great lengths just to gain that love. Anything she wanted, anything at all would be hers if she so wished.

“Oh, I'm a little pissed, but at the same time,” she smiled a little and wrapped her arms around him. “It's not your fault. It's not the laws of your creation that I should be angry at - it's your creator. Do you know what the funny thing is? I can't even be mad at him. I'm the one who did this. It's my own stupid decisions that made me end up like this.”

Yaone was taking responsibility for her actions. She knew that becoming the corrupt angel's bride had nothing but repercussions if she failed him. As a result she would live with her screw ups and try to rectify them as much as she could.

Sure, she could have blamed Kazuza for her misery, but that was like blaming a child for someone becoming a parent. It wasn't his fault that he was created, or even created with that crippling ability of his. If anything, Yaone felt sorry that the flower prince had to be pulled into her situation. It was hardly fun for him. He only knew what she taught him, he literally lived for her and for someone who had already done so much for her, and she found it hard to be angry.

“Yaone…as thanks for taking care of me and giving me your very life force just to keep me alive, I will defeat them so you can be free of the dark angel's grasp.” Kazuza placed a hand over his chest and gave her a quaint bow when she pulled away from the hug. More than anything, he wanted to make her dreams become a reality.

More than anything, he wanted to see her smile.

“You drain my life force, don't you? Is there any way to gain it back?” The fact that she now knew that worried her. From what she knew, life force didn't seem like something she could replenish.

“Proper eating and sleep should do the trick. Human bodies constantly store energy, so it shouldn't be a problem as long as I don't have to drain too much. The last thing I want to do is accidentally kill you.” If he did that, then he too would die. Kazuza also didn't want to kill the girl that he loved so dearly. He didn't know what he would do if her blood were to so much as touch his hands.

Yaone placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to chide his worries. “I don't want that, either. I want to live.”

Kazuza looked as if he were in deep thought for a few moments before an idea hit him. “If we get put into that situation, I and drain my enemy's energy and give it to you.”

“You can do that?” The blonde asked.

The flower prince smiled, “of course I can. My main power is to absorb attacks, energy and life force from others. Besides leeching off of you, I can feed from others. When I get my fill, any extra energy I receive will go back to you.” That was the true meaning of their symbiosis. He could be as helpful to her as she was to him.

“Well, that's pretty cool. I guess those little spells of yours have some kind of perks,” Yaone smiled. At least all didn't seem as dim as it was made out to be. Maybe things wouldn't be that bad between the two of them.

Kazuza smiled, “I feel a lot better having told you. I thought for sure you'd hate me or even want to kill me.” Now he could rest easy without those secrets bearing on him, and having to feel like he had to sneak around just to zap her energy for his consumption. Now they could have a deeper understanding between them.

Yaone blinked a little and sighed. “What kind of person do you take me for?”

Of course she was a Satanist but she wasn't just some cruel, ruthless bitch who was in this for herself and nothing else. She did have a heart, although it had been twisted over time, it was still bigger than people like Lucifer or even Seraj.

“Not everyone is as they seem. Mr. Seraj has changed dramatically. Sometimes, people have odd ways of shocking you, so I can never be too sure. Better safe than sorry,” Kazuza understood that people changed. There was always a chance for redemption as funny as that idea seemed coming from someone like him. He had faith that Kazuza could overcome her issues and free herself from Lucifer.

“I can assure you I'm not like that. Besides, killing you might have also killed me.” Yaone was glad she didn't make that stupid decision, not that she would have considered it. Knowing him, Lucifer set it up that way as well. Everything that was done had consequences, even if it seemed as if one was getting what they wanted.”Lucifer wasn't too descriptive about what he had planned with all of that. I know that angel can be full of nasty tricks.”

“Should we head off now?” Kazuza hated to cut off their conversation but he knew if he didn't they would talk forever and not get anything done. He didn't want to be counterproductive.

“Yeah, I think I'm ready,” Yaone turned away from him.

“Are you sure?” Her answer didn't sound too positive.

“I can run back here if I need anything. Do you know the way to Seraj's house?” She wanted to make sure that he didn't get lost.

“Not completely,” Kazuza felt a little embarrassed by that fact. He really felt as if he should have known it, but he just hadn't been there enough to really know the route enough to memorize it properly. “I haven't been there too many times, but you're going with me. You can show me.”

Yaone sighed, but he was right. She might as well show him. He'd never learn otherwise. “I forget that you're literally a child sometimes.” Just then an idea hit her. “Wait, before we go, do you need any energy?” She had completely forgotten to ask him about that.

“I'm fine for now,” the flower said as he walked towards the door. Yaone followed him as the two headed down the road to Seraj's house.

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Seraj walked back into the room after hanging up the phone and saw Lucifer sitting around on the bed he was once resting peacefully on, his black wings were stretched out and took up a large portion of the room. Black feathers had sheen like an oil spill as beams of sunlight danced off of them.

“I told her. She's on her way here,” Seraj informed the dark angel.

“I take it she told you so?” That conversation was pretty long. He figured that something must have happened between now and then.

“Yeah, she did. Do you honestly think I want to talk about that right now?” Seraj frowned and snapped at him. He was suffering enough without that angel rubbing acid into his wounds.

Lucifer arose from the bed, minding his wings as he walked over to the boy and stared down at him with those black eyes with mint green irises. “You look like you're dreading this,” his voice was full of amusement rather than sympathy.

“Shut up, Seraj growled. He was already tired of his shit.

Suddenly, the boy felt fingers caress his chin and tip it up to look at him. “I love that suffering on your face.” There was nothing more satisfying to a sadist than the look of pure pain.

Orange eyes glared daggers into the angel's body. “I don't want to know about you getting off to my pain.”

Lucifer bent down and claimed his lips for a moment before pulling back. “Be glad I even bothered with you.” Did he really need to remind him that he never really said yes to his little request about belonging to him? It wasn't as if it mattered anyway, humans should know that they were toys in the hands of the divine…or in this case the antichrist.

“Ugh,” Seraj groaned and averted his eyes, “I almost wished I was disappointed.” However, he couldn't be with the taste of sin hanging onto his lips.

“You'll be thanking me in the end.” That Lucifer would make sure of.

“I doubt that,” the Nepali boy scowled.

“You won't,” Lucifer smiled and stared at the boy for a few moments before his attention was diverted to a knock at the door. The angel turned his head and he and the human boy stared at the door for a few moments before looking at each other.

“You answer it,” Seraj had done enough for the day. That lazy angel could get the door for once.

“What if it isn't them?” Lucifer was a little hesitant considering he was still healing.

“I'm not expecting anyone else. Besides, you killed all of my friends. I'm pretty sure no one would dare show up because everyone I get close to dies,” Seraj squinted at the angel and gave him a dark look of malice. Who the hell else was going to show up? At this point, he literally had no one.

“That's your fault,” the angel decided to rub even more acid into his wounds. At this point it was eating through his bones. A prang of guilt stabbed the boy in the heart, because he knew that it was true. He had essentially traded multiple lives to prolong the life or a girl he ultimately was going to kill anyway. Nothing felt more hopeless than this situation.

“Just go,” Seraj snapped. Right now, he just wanted that angel away from him.

The dark man stalked towards the door and opened it. He was a little apprehensive. It could have been someone else who was after Seraj or even someone who might have seen him stumble up to Sera's house.

After a few moments of pondering on if this was a good idea or not, Lucifer opened the door to see Yaone and Kazuza standing before him.

“Well, well, if it isn't Yaone and Kazuza. Do come in. I have a very special proposition for you,” a nefarious smile crossed the angel's face. These two would be the perfect puzzle pieces in his grand scheme. Little puppets who would dance on his sickly strings.

What a skilled puppet master he was.

…To Be Continued