LUCIAN RAN HIS TONGUE over the front row of his teeth, feeling irritation rise after realizing that he was so close to possessing Ary; only, she had woken up before the process could even begin.
He cursed and bit his lip, scrummaging his surroundings before walking away from his sanctuary, hoping that no one witnessed what he did. The power he so desperately craved was there just moments before―if he would have obtained it, he would have the ability to do whatever he desired. This power would strike through any powerful being―that included his own father, the Devil, and God himself. The thought of being the strongest, most fit, most feared of them all made his spine tingle in anticipation and mouth water in excitement.
He did not know the exact reason why it was this exact woman, for there were millions of others—others that were more prone to his manipulation. It seemed as if a force was stopping him from successfully captivating her mind. He didn't know who it was, but he was sure of one thing; he was not letting anyone get in his way of gaining infinite power.
It took a while for Lucian discover this relevation. It began nineteen years ago, when the Devil promised him the heir to the throne of the Underworld. For the entirety of his life, he believed and knew deep within his heart that he would be the most feared, yet respected for generations and generations to come. And then suddenly, in a blink of an eye, the Devil did what he did best; he deceived him and made him think for years that he was important, and gave the position to his useless, minuscule brother, Yuri. How stupid was I... thought Lucian bitterly.
And that was when the bitterness and hatred began to build for the next few years. Those that were the closest to him turned away and ran to Yuri, disgusted that he wouldn't be holding the power to the throne. Power-hungry fools. It infuriated him to no end and he knew deep down that what his father did to him was unforgivable; he began loathing his mere existence, like many, many others. Every decision he made was anametized by Lucian and he had absolutely no regret for doing so; thus, began his quest for overpowering him.
He understood that the same fate would happen to naive Yuri within due time, and until that day happened he would somehow would find a power source stronger than the bond his father had. It took a while, but eventually a blessing came from the Fates. The Fates were the beings that created and determined the destiny of everything and anything; they were undeniably the most strongest gods to ever rule Earth and mankind. It happened so subtly, that Lucian did not notice, if it weren't for the foreboding yet calming sensation he had whirring in his chest. The words were whispered in his mind, and he stood frozen on the spot, listening attentively to the words that he knew only his ears could understand.
"Be conscientious with the next few accordances made with your idolized predecessor; you will discern which is the one, for she is conceiving a child. Thus so, she will perish a spiteful death and give birth. The child shall age until she grants eighteen years of ultimate suffrage; and, when that time comes you shall kiss her softly, for she has never been touched without force, and then you shall obtain the power you so desperately crave. Keep this knowledge to yourself, for your own sake and sanity; or, the wrath of the Fates shall make it their mission to envision your ultimate death."
The message rooted Lucian to his core, and he felt ultimately blessed and at peace when the message was finished. He couldn't pinpoint the origin of the voice, for it felt familiar, yet so strange at the same time.
He then watched with careful scrutiny in the shadows, every single one of the exchanges his father made, until one day, Robyn Aragon, one of god's followers, pranced upon the depths of Hell, impregnated. Lucian could feel the excitement radiating off of him. He was eager to speak to the woman, but the words of the wise Fates crept back in his mind; he contained his emotions and watched with giddiness as he imagined with pure bliss. Only nineteen more years; when she is eighteen, she will be mine. Lucian remembered the memory with a smile.
His smile disappeared when he remembered that he was so close to obtaining his power and finally ruling out his revenge, but the idiotic girl woke up. Lucian knew that invading her dreams would only do so much until Ary refused to shut her eyes. He had to do something so that he was actually touching her, like the Fates told him to do. He had to get close to her in person, rile her in, and kiss her with all he had. Lucian grinned again as he thought of the strongest power on Earth coursing through his veins.
What a sight it would be to witness his enigmatical father and harebrained brother's reactions upon his newly discovered strength.
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