Chapter 45
The floor smells nice. Faintly woody. Guess most people don''t have a reason to sniff it. A foot to the
neck is plenty of reason. Of course, I kicked at the other leg, and of course, its owner falls, but heavy
blows to as swift and plentiful as the shooting stars were supposed to best night remind me it was
not a fair fight. The explosions of pain forced me into a fetal position, for what little sce it provides
me. Couldn''t smell the floor anymore, only taste blood.
By the time they left, I got barely stand up on my own. My hand mmed on the wall beside me, on
which my backside was smashed before the beatings I got. My hands were all bloody and I noticed a
bloody handprint on the same wall. I was having trouble breathing, my bag was lying on the floor, it
looked peaceful than I ever was. The moment I fully tried to stand up, my legs gave up on me, making
me fall back on the ground. It was around 4 p.m., the basketball field was always empty at that time,
the reason why no one was around and the reason why the jocks easily beat me up. I touched my
forehead and felt something wet on it, I brought my hand down closer to my view and saw blood, a lot
of blood. It must have cut badly when they stroke me on the face with apass. Should I be thankful
it did not touch my eyes? Or should I be thankful I was not stabbed in my throat with the sharp tip of the
I did not know. My brain could notprehend so much as it could only focus on the sharp pain that I
felt all over my body. I tried to distract my mind, distract myself enough to regain the strength to get up
and walk to my home. I know I should have thought about going to the hospital but I did not want to. I
wanted to go home, lie on my bed, and sleep.
My mother would be worried if she saw me like that, so I decided to go homete when she would be
out of the house. She had an important event to participate in, and the starting time of it was 6 o''clock. I
chuckled to myself as I figured out, I needed to wait there few more hours till I could go back home. I
got out my phone and texted my mother that I would be staying at the school to study for the test I had
next week. She replied to me with an "okay" and several ''heart'' emojis beside it. The next text I got
from her was her telling me to be safe. I chuckled darkly if only she knew how safe I was. But I was not
going to tell her, I did not want to worry her. I wondered if my father would feel the same about me, or
would he tell me to get the f*CK up and fight back?
My vote goes to the second one, from my childhood that was all I heard from him. He never wanted me
to be weak in front of others, I still remember his words.
"You are now the son of Lucian Knight. And my son can never be weak. Forget who you were before,
you are not Lucas anymore. You are Lucifer."
What he did not tell me was that, the devil that I had to conceal deep inside of me.
June 27th, 2009.
The cries and screams of those four boys were like an elegy to my ears. But, I was not empathetic
towards their pain. I was pleased. The room smelled like blood and metal, there was no light in that
room, the small bulb that hung from the ceiling was only the source of light the room had. Otherwise,
there was darkness everywhere. I liked it. I always liked to be in dark, when I could conceal myself from
the outside world when I could be alone with my devil.
My eyes fell on the four boys who were passed out from the pain I inflicted.
Ross.
Marcus.
Ricky.
Andy.
All four of them were lying unconscious on the floor, looking so helpless and damaged. I smirked.
Damaged because that was how I wanted them to be. They thought they could get away after hurting
me for no reason.
I remember the other kid Jonas. These four were friends with him. I wondered if Jonas had told them
about me and that led them to beat me ck and blue. I quelled their protests; I did not want to fight
that time and ruin the fun time I nned to have with him.
My foot connected with Ricky''s body, jarring him awake. They needed to wake up. They needed to see
what I wanted to do with them, just like they did to me. The pain had been carried in me for such a long
time. I wanted to let all of those anger, all of those pain in those little bastards. They took the wrong
person as weak. How would they even know if I was weak? They were a bunch of stupid teenagers
anyway.
I grabbed his hair and made him stand, he cried out in pain but I didn''t care. Inded another punch on
his face, followed by blows after blows on his face and stomach. I repeated the same thing with the
others. If I wanted I could have done a lot worse than that, but I didn''t want to raise any more suspicion.
Although I was certain none of thesepdogs would utter a word, I didn''t want anyone to know about
this now. Not yet. I could not reveal this side of mine so early.
The four of them were unconscious and barely moved a muscle. I picked up the bucket of cold water
from the corner of the room and poured it on them. I noticed Marcus moving his hand and a loud groan
from Ross rang in my ears. I smirked and whispered to myself.
So, they are alive.
The feeling of an unknown satisfaction erupted in me. The pain I had caused them, the blood that
sshed out of their face when my fist connected with them, I felt something that I had been longing to
feel...
Peace.
Lucifer P.O.V.
I grasped the file tightly in my hand as the wave of memories from my past rushed into my mind. No
matter how hard I tried to forget them and get rid of them, they would never leave my mind. Every
single day of my adolescence, I could remember all of them as circumstantial. All of them felt as if it
was yesterday.
I was not a good person, and I am still not. I was a troubled child, and I was a troubled teenager. I did
not regret being like that, after all that was what made me how I was in the present.
Strong and powerful.
I never liked being weak, Lucian made sure of that. He was not my father, he could never be the father
of mine. Surely, Ebenezer always considered him as his father, and Hazel and Nathan were his own.
But it was different for me, I could never see him as my father, he was never a father material to me. I
was just his tool to get a powerful heir who would carry on his family business. I was very young when
Lucian and Arabelle adopted us, so was Ebenezer and that was why he barely remembered anything.
He has always considered them two his real parents.
I did not have anyints with my foster mother, she was the opposite of Lucian. I pitied her. How
did she manage to live with Lucian for so many years?
That man was solely obsessed with himself. He thought about none but himself, he would step on
anything if he noticed himself benefitting from it. I could say he was the reason I grew up cold-hearted
and ruthless. He never taught me to be good towards anybody, he only taught me to show everyone
who I was.
Lucifer Knight. The son of Lucian Knight
My new identity. It somehow matched his name. The name itself had a strong character, a character
that was built in me. A character that was all I knew.
My old self, my old name was long gone. The scared, weak little Lucas was gone, reced by what I
am now.
Lucifer.
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"Congrattions Mr. Knight! Your wife gave birth to twins!"
The nurse informed us. I looked over to Lucian and noticed a pleased expression on his face. I knew
he was finally pleased to have children of his own since I and Ebenezer were foster kids. We got to get
inside the cabin where our mother was. We had to wear safety masks and gloves before getting inside.
When we finally got in, I saw my mother on the hospital bed, lying peacefully with her head gently
resting on the pearl white pillow. Her brown blocks were scattered all over the pillow. I looked closely
and noticed two figures in her arms. She was holding the babies in her arms.
"Lucas! Ebenezer! Honey,e see your new brother and sister." She said with a big smile on her
face. Ebenezer squealed in excitement as he ran towards her and jumped on the bed beside her.
"Ebenezer! Don''t disturb your mother like this. Come down." I clenched my teeth when I heard Lucian
talking to my brother like that.
Now that you have your heir. You don''t give a f*CK about us.
I could only think that, but never said it to him. Mother calmed him down and told him it was okay for
Ebenezer to sit there. He grinned and looked at the babies in her arms, he reached to them and softly
touched one of the babies'' cheeks.
"It''s so fluffy mom!" She chuckled at hisment and he looked at me. "Lucifer look! We have a new
brother and sister! Now I won''t ever be alone when Lucifer is busy! I''ll y with them." My heart hurt for
him. How much he wanted my attention and wanted me to be with him but I could not even fulfill this
one dream of his. What kind of brother am I?
I looked over to Lucian and caught him staring at me. What? What did he want now? It was not like I
was going to request him to free me from all of his strict schedule needed to be a perfect "heir". I never
''requested'' him to stop.
"Honey,e here." I heard mother call me. Without questioning her, I walked towards her and stood
there quietly. She adjusted in her bed and told Lucian to take one of the babies from her arms. After
Lucian did, she was only holding one baby in her arms, she looked over to me and I immediately knew
what she wanted me to do.
I was having an inner battle with myself. I was not a loving boy, I didn''t even talk to anyone in a gentle
voice unless it''s mom and Ebenezer. How could she expect me to love that baby?
I, once again, did not question her and took the baby from her hand. I did not even know if it was a boy
or a girl.
"It''s a girl. Your baby sister." I stared at her. She passed me a warm smile and said nothing after. I only
looked at the little life in my arms. She was so tiny. Her fingers, her feet, her face, and even her nose
were so tiny. I instantly remembered my brother''s childhood. She reminded me of the bitter childhood
my brother had to go through along with me.
"What do we call her, mom?" Ebenezer asked her.
"Hmm. What can we call her? Let''s we think!"
She stated as she began to think and suggest several names but also rejected them all. Lucian on the
other hand was busy with the other baby which I heard was a boy. Of course, he was happy because it
was a boy and he even selected the name for him.
Nathan Knight.
It was not even an hour that the babies arrived in that ruthless world, and Lucian already began to plot
their life.
"Nathan! Yay! This is out brother Nathan! But we did not get any name for our sister." Ebenezer''s lips
were formed into a pout and sad face. "Aw don''t be sad honey. We''ll find a name for her too."
"Hazel."
This caught their attention and their eyes were focused on me.
"Her name. Hazel." Both Ebenezer and mom smiled at the name. They both loved it. Lucian, on the
other hand, said nothing about it. All he cared about was the baby boy in his arms.
The reason I named her Hazel was because of her eyes. They were hazel, just like our mom''s.
I never thought I would be an older brother to two more siblings. But, I was pitying them. They,
unfortunately, were born in a family where their father was the primary viin. I could imagine their
whole childhood and adolescence being like mine.
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Lucifer had always taken care of the twins, Arabelle made it clear that it was his responsibility to
discipline them. He knew she wanted her husband to stay out of this so that the twins also would not
end up like him. But, Lucian''s shadow never left them. He wanted them to be like him and he
seeded. Hazel grew up to be a spoiled brat and Nathan was a different case, no one knew what
was wrong with him. He was not an introvert, he used to go to parties almost every weekend. But, he
could never blend in with his family.
However, Lucifer had enough thoughts about his foster family. It was his third day in Japan and the
work was almost done. Hispany got the business deal and the next day he would be flying back to
his house.
Oh, how much desperate he was to go back...
He could not wait to see her again after spending days away from her. He could not wait to ravish her
again and taste her soft plumpy lips. He smirked when he thought of his fingertips caressing her lips.
What blissful feelings this gives me...He could never imagine any other woman having this effect on
him.
He did not want to wait any longer. He hurriedly opened hisptop and opened the files where the
recording of his CCTV camera was. He clicked on one of the recent files and began to watch it. He did
not have it everywhere but only in the areas where the security was needed more and in the areas
where he could see her. One of the cameras was right outside of her room and she had no clue about
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When he opened the recent video, he was bbergasted to see the recording of the kitchen, the light
was on and he could see two figures there. He clicked on it and zoomed it.
Two people were standing inside the kitchen and cooking something. He knew exactly who they were.
Ethan and August.
His blood boiled in pure rage when he saw them together. Did I not tell her to stay away from every
man? Does she not take my threats seriously?
He thought he needed to teach her a lesson this time. However, he did not close hisptop, he wanted
to observe what they were doing. After watching ten minutes of the clip of his August smiling and
blushing at Ethan''s snarky jokes andments, he noticed that he was going close to her...
No. F*CK no! I will fucking kill him.
He leaned down to connect his lips with hers and she stood stiff. She did not move a muscle, neither
she kissed him back. She was too shocked by his action. Why would he kiss her? She was a goddamn
maid! What was wrong with the men of this house? She frustratingly thought as her eyelids were
pressed against each other tightly and her hand found the way to put them on his shoulder, pushing
him back. She thought they were having a friendly conversation. How did it change so fast?2
Her breathing was heavy and she kept backing away from Ethan. The kiss... reminded her of her
master. Lucifer. Although Ethan''s kiss was nothing like Lucifer''s kiss, it was gentle and not rough. But,
she still did not want it. She did not want any man toe near her! It made her feel no men cared
about how she felt about something. He did not even ask her if she wanted it. Tears pooled in her eyes
as she ran away from there ignoring Ethan''s voice calling her name.
Once she reached her room, she shut the door behind her. Her back was pressed against the cold
hardwood door as she slid her body down and finally, her body felt limb on the floor.
She hated it! She just hated it!
Moreover, Lucifer was fuming with extreme anger. If only he was not so far from his home, he would''ve
ripped Ethan apart...he got up from his seat violently and kicked his chair, it slid to the wall and broke.
The next nearest thing in his hand could be a coffee cup ced on his table. He picked it up and threw
it in the wall, once again shattering it into pieces and the dark brown stain of the coffee was visible on
the wall.
He was growing impatient. He could wait another day. He dialed his assistant''s number and after two
rings the call was received.
"Arrange my private ne. I''m going home now. Right NOW. Tell the Japanese f*stickers, their deal will
not be finalized if they do not sign the contract within ten minutes." He did not even give his assistant a
chance to speak and he ended the call. He sat on the couch and tried to remain calm.
Calm down Lucifer. Just a few more hours.
It was enough now, he did not want to y around anymore. He did not give a f*CK if she did not want
him. He wanted her and she had no choice but to submit to him.
She either submits to me with her own choice or I will force her to do so.
He took out his phone again and texted his friend, Adrian, telling him to arrange for some workers to
clean the penthouse in the countryside. It was his private penthouse and only went there when he
wanted to be alone. None of his family members had been there. He did not use it for two years but
now seemed to be a perfect moment to use it.
He was getting excited about what he was going to do. She would never disobey him again. She would
always be his. His August.
Resting his head on the couch, he closed his furious eyes, putting his eyelids into peace as he drifts
away into another shback.