Chapter 902 My Beautiful Monster Part 3
Chapter 902 My Beautiful Monster Part 3
SUMIRE
She takes a deep breath before pressing her lips against his, and bit him. The moment her blood touched her lips, and throat. Something inside her snapped and she started to drink deeper.
More. More. More.
She can't get enough of this taste. It's addicting.
Lucifer gave a low dark chuckle. "I am glad, my Queen. You seem to love my blood, memories or not."
Sumire growled.
"It seems you're very restless. Do you wish to devour me?"
Those words did something to her, as she bit him harsher. Lucifer continued to chuckle, it seemed he was very amused. But she wasn't. What on earth is wrong with her? Why is she behaving like some kind of animal?
He ought to stop her, but 'I know he won't.' This might be the first time she has drunk his blood like this. But for the past three weeks, since she woke, she has craved Lucifers blood.
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The next morning, Lucifer is helping her get ready. He attached the rose hairpin to her hair. "There, you look perfect."
"T-thank you, it's so pretty." Sumire thanked him. "Lucifer, am I really your wife? I know you tell me everyday. But my mind is so fuzzy. Why don't I remember you?"
Why doesn't she remember him, but the sensation of his touches feel so familiar? How is it possible for her to crave someone's touch, someone she can't remember anything about?
Lucifer didn't answer, instead he carried her over to the bed. For a moment Sumire looked at him puzzled, not understanding what he was trying to do. His lips are on her neck before she could even say a word. Lucifer feeds from her often. While she struggles to drink from him. He has no problem taking from her. She was comfortable with the idea at first, but after learning more about their kind. She understands that feeding is vital for them.
"This feels familiar doesn't it? When I bite you, doesn't your body get warmer?" Lucifer mumbled.
"It does." Sumire agreed.
"I understand you may still have your doubts. But, you belong to me my Queen."
'My Queen. I wonder why he calls me that. But, he is right. His bites do feel familiar, and the matching marks we have..'
This man makes her feel safe. A safety she hasn't felt in a long time.But, even though she feels safe with him. Why does something feel wrong? Before anything else could happen however, there is a knock on the door.
"My lord, you must get going."
Lucifer sighed deeply. "It seems we will have to stop for today."
"Are you going to be late back?" Sumire asked as she slowly got up and fixed her rumpled clothes as much as possible.
Lucifer nodded. "If I do not come back by eleven, make sure you have all the doors and windows locked. Even if you hear a knock, do not come."
Sumire nodded. He's been repeating that everyday since she woke up in this place with no memories.
"I understand. Am I able to walk around the grounds?"
Lucifer nodded. "Of course, this is your home."
But, it doesn't feel like that sometimes. When she thinks of home, she thinks of a beautiful castle made out of marble. Surrounded by a mountain.
Lucifer looked at her expectantly and Sumire immediately understood. He wants his goodbye kiss.
'He has a cute side.' Sumire wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. That kiss turned from an innocent one to a passionate one quickly, the moment Lucifer pried her lips open.
"You are gorgeous my Queen. I've enjoyed the taste of your body every night. But, I shall leave you alone tonight."
"N-not every night." Sumire corrected.
Lucifer chuckled and kissed her forehead. "See you soon."
Sumire nodded and watched him leave. After he left, she slumped back on the bed for a few minutes. 'I wonder if it's truly okay to allow him to touch me the way he does. Maybe I should wait until I have my memories back.' Lucifer did say her memory loss was temporary, and that eventually she would remember everything.
If she regains her memories, she will finally learn why even though she finds comfort in Lucifer's touches. Why is there a voice telling her that he is lying about being her husband. Her thoughts flicker towards the silver coloured ring on her finger.
'This will keep your powers sealed until you learn how to control it.'
Her powers huh? She wonders what kind of person she was, if she has the ability to manipulate blood the way she does. Was she a kind person? She doubts a good person would have such a sinister ability. What kind of person was she? She really wants to know.
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Sumire has settled into a routine when Lucifer goes away. A routine that always involves starting the day with a visit to the library. Today was no exception to that. She greets the librarian Grace who is sitting behind the front desk. Her long dark hair platted into two braids, wearing red coloured frames. She is wearing a silver coloured and white cape. Which she has identified as the colours of Lucifer's people. Sometimes however she catches men wearing black on the grounds, and when she queried it. Lucifer explained to her that the people wearing different colours belong to his allies.
His allies, meaning more people working in a criminal syndicate. Sumire shakes her head. She can't judge him for it. The darkness surrounding her 'husband' seems to surround her too. After all, if she was going to have a supernatural ability. Surely, it ought to be something peaceful. But no, her ability screams danger.
When she thinks about the past her, she doesn't know what to think. Is the current her a lie? It took her awhile to adjust when she woke up with no memories. But she has found a few things she enjoys. Singing, cooking and reading for one. However did the her with memories enjoy that too?
Sumire sighed deeply.
"Sighs are contagious, and I don't want anything to happen to my books." Grace commented.
Sumire rolled her eyes at that comment. She has become good friends with Grace in her short time here. She places herself on her usual table next to the window, hidden behind several shelves of books. To her surprise Grace leaves her desk and walks over.
"You are looking a bit pale my lady, should you be here?"
"It's alright, I just didn't sleep very well."
How is she able to sleep, when all she does is get nightmares. No, visions of a life. Another life, that isn't this one? Or is it the same? She hasn't been outside the manor in three weeks, so she doesn't know what is going on in the outside world.