Marry The Devil Chapter 25

~Francis’ POV

I rested in the arms of my poisonous redemption, trying to think of nothing but the pleasure that I felt.

"Your Highness, those nights when you held ? Why were you crying? Did anything happen?" She asked and I didn’t even realize I was already crying again until she asked .

"Because I’m scared," I honestly answered.

Mala didn’t say anything else, and I appreciated the fact that she didn’t and she just left to cry. I never got the chance to cry. I never got the chance to speak when I was hurt. I never had the chance to express any emotions, not even happiness. The human side of was gradually fading away, not until I t Mala.

My hardened heart was softened and all the emotions that I had locked up deep inside myself resurfaced.

I was tagged the strongest person that ever existed so it felt like a cri to cry. But whenever I was with mala, I felt like a normal man, not one that had the power of Lucifer.

I felt like every normal human who had a shoulder to lean on.

Mala didn’t just bring relief, she also brought a kind of peace that I had longed for after the death of my mother.

But still, I was scared and maybe even guilty.

My mother died because of . She and my father died because people wanted to take away and take the powers that I had. They died trying to protect . They died because they loved and I feared that Mala was about to face the sa fate.

She was going to die because she loved and if I had the chance to change that fate. I would.

But it was impossible. I had to kill her.

I remain in Mala’s arms, crying. I wanted to live like a normal villager. I didn’t want the powers. I never asked for it. I just wanted a life where I would go and co back to the woman that I love. I wanted a life where I would hold my woman and whisper everything into her ears.

I wanted late night gossip and midnight snacks.

I wanted a life where I would take my wife so we would have a break from our little humans who would always cling unto us.

I wanted a life where the house would be filled with moans coming from our bedroom.

I wanted a life where I could touch and hold my wife wherever and whenever I wanted to without restrictions.

I wanted a life where I would be able to embrace my feelings for Mala. I wanted a life where I would love her and not have to think about killing afterwards.

I was scared, scared of the love I had for her.

I was curious, curious if she actually wanted to kill .

I didn’t know if she was pretending like sir. Oliver said she was.

But how could this petty thing be dangerous? She was obviously obsessed with and she would only go on and on about getting married to .

"I really do not know what to do with you Mala," I whispered as I tucked her hair behind her hair. "I love you," I whispered.

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~Aurora’s POV

I woke up that morning, feeling like freshly baked bread. Francis’ scent was still all over the room. I turned, hoping to et with his gorgeous face next to but what I thought was his hand was actually the blanket that he folded and placed on .

He placed pillows behind , making think he was still there.

I couldn’t help but chuckle.

What did he think I was? A child?

Did he think I would have asked him not to leave?

I kept smiling as I got up from the bed. I smiled thinking of the fact that I might have actually cried and asked him not to leave.

It was only a few minutes and I missed him so much already. "When will you be back?" I asked as I went to stand by the window, inhaling the fresh breeze.

The smile on my face just didn’t vanish.

The devil happened to be one sweet soul who just didn’t want to accept his love for .

I rembered that we would be getting married and my heart raced.

I would get pregnant and carry his child!

Would I get uglier or prettier during pregnancy?

Wait. ...what would our first ti being intimate look like? Would it be painful or sweet? Or would it be a combination?

I leaned on the window and all the thoughts ran through my mind.

If Francis was the devil, then he would definitely be different from other humans. Being different ant that he would be different and huge down there.

I gasped.

What if he killed with it?

Or what if he mistakenly tears in half?

I was sure my screams would reach the last end of the palace.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three gentle knocks landed on the door, dragging out of my thoughts.

Sincerely, I needed that interruption...if not, the fear would have just killed and those crazy villagers would rejoice over my death.

I wore my robe and walked towards the door, strongly hoping it would be Madam Olivia, so that I could tell her that Francis had agreed to marry .

When I opened the door, instead of the old cheerful woman, I found a lady, about my age who looked like she had fallen straight out of the sky.

She stood in front of the door with an elegant smile on her face and I almost choked on my saliva. She had guards standing behind her and her blue eyes looked into mine and I couldn’t stop staring.

I couldn’t utter a word and I knew I had already begun to look stupid.

I couldn’t help but feel threatened with how beautiful she was. I could see through her like a book and it was obvious that she was loved. That was what living like a true princess looked like.

She smiled like she already understood what was going on. "I’m princess Arabella, king Luther’s first daughter," she said and I nodded like an idiot.

She smiled again and I swear she was just too perfect for to look at. "You don’t know , and I am sorry for coming unannounced. I just thought it would only be nice that I co and see you myself, since you’re the reason his highness has chosen to stay away from ."

The mont I thought that she could be the one the village chose for Francis, my confidence dropped to zero.

"I brought so ginger tea. Would you like to have so?" she asked, smiling brightly as she pointed to the maid who carried a tray.

There she was. My competition happened to be a million tis more gorgeous than I would ever be and to crown it all, she was offering so tea.

I definitely shouldn’t take it should I?

"Is that a no? It would be quite rude if you refuse on our first eting, you know, Mala." She said and I didn’t utter a word.

She gently rubbed my cheeks and she smiled from ear to ear. "Fine. Take this as an order from a princess to....you," I could swear the you was accompanied with a sense of disgust. "Drink the tea with ."