(A/N: yes yes, I know I’m re-using a chapter I wrote a while ago but hey, I will be making some changes to it so it’s not totally a copy and paste!)
<The next Day>
The shorter girl hung her head in between her shoulders, a dark expression clouding over her face with a black aura smoking around her figure. Her voice cracked, trembling with fear and a need to let everything out. But she couldn’t, she just—couldn’t.
She inhaled shakily and exhaled with force; as if trying to exhale her whole breath away. But alas, she was still stuck in this hellish nightmare. She did open up to him! She did! But it wasn’t enough for the Demon; never.
Tears threatened to spill but she just fought them back, shaking even harder with the struggle of doing so. It hurt. It really did. But she didn’t care, she wanted to be there for Lucifer, even if he hurt her.
Days passed and the minor rages turned into huge ones, so much so that Ophelia had to lock herself in her room or Elijah’s to hide away. It just got worse and worse, like a cyclone growing in the heat of the angry waters.
Her heart hurt, head spun and limbs ached. She didn’t eat even when Lucifer was out; Elijah having to beg for her to come out of her room, even sometimes settling on staying with her in her room–her happy place: Elijah–. He assured her that Lucifer was just doing what a normal Demon would and that she should just stay with him for awhile in his room.
Shakily, but rather relieved, she nodded minutely, her frail, near-translucent hand tucking itself into Elijah’s tanner and healthier one.
“I love you..Pri—“ (HAHAHAHAHA—)
”Just call me Eli, Love, Eli or Elijah is fine.” He comforted,
“I love you Elijah, thank you.”
From that day, Ophelia shared rooms with Elijah. In fact, she shared everything with him: meals, chats, games, everything. Lucifer didn’t like that; not at all, how dare SHE ignore HIM? What was a puny, worthless God like Elijah to a brilliant, cunning Demon like him?! Lucifer hated it, she was bonded to HIM too, she should’ve been only bonded to HIM.
She always loved Elijah more..hadn’t she?! Fine. So be it then. He smiled gruesomely; what will be left to love if Elijah’s gone..? Him. Only HIM.
It’s not like Ophelia didn’t notice the pained silence and horrific lack of rage in the household. She grew concerned, but tried not to let herself be bothered by any of it, happily growing closer to Elijah day by day.
One night, Elijah was sound asleep, having passed out much earlier than Ophelia. She sighed softly, gently sliding off his glasses as she placed a kiss on his forehead, giggling softly as she watched him snuggle into the blanket and smile slightly.
Suddenly, the door creaked open.
Lucifer poked his head in, eyes scanning the room before falling straight on Ophelia. “Ophelia. What are you doing still awake!” It wasn’t a question; it was a scolding. Ophelia’s happy mood faded instantly, her eyes darkening and clouding over in hurt.
“Why do you care. Jewel?” She spat, and moved forward to close the door on him. “Listen to me. I just want to speak to Elij—“ “He is asleep. Go away.” She cut him off, continuing forward, finally reaching the door; leaning between the door itself and the frame, protecting her Saviour.
”Look,” Lucifer began, his mind scrambling for a way, anyway to make Ophelia come back to him. His tone dropped to a whisper, “I..I’m sorry.” A harsh laugh came from behind Ophelia; surprising even the human. “Eli..you’re up..” Ophelia stated the obvious, “Yes my Love, I am. Do tell why Luce is here at this hour?” “I want to speak to you.”
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Elijah assured his bond that he’ll be okay and headed out into the night with Lucifer. “What do you wa—“ “She’s MINE.” The demon growled, a deadly tone seeping through his words. Elijah let out a short, sarcastic snicker. “She was ours, Luce. But you hurt her too many times. Now she’s mine.”
Lucifer’s hands flew up into a rage, “I JUST TOLD HER THAT BECAUSE SHE NEVER OPENED UP TO ME!” Now Elijah started screaming too, his tone softer but still had the push. “SHE DID OPEN UP TO YOU! MORE THAN SHE EVER DID TO ME!” He added, with a pained, accusatory tone. The Prince’s heart ached with each word he whispered, “..more than she ever did...” and with that he turned his back on the Demon, uttering one final threat.
“Stay away from both of us. Her especially..”
The next few days passed by without a peep from Lucifer, and Elijah stayed with Ophelia at all times he could. She seemed happier, but the girl still felt as though she was missing something. That sense of adrenaline and that tang of fierceness in her own fire had died down.
He broke her, completely
That's what she knew.
”Elijah..?” Ophelia mumbled as her bound gazed up at her with amber eyes. “Yes, my Love?” “Can..” Ophelia paused, words dying on her tongue as she found a more discreet way to say it–in case Lucifer was listening– “..can you take away a mark?” She offered, rolling up her tule sleeves.
Elijah said nothing, just stared thoughtfully at the golden pentagram encased in her wrist. “Ophelia? Are you quite sure?” She nodded, the flame of determination flying up with fuel in her eyes. The God sighed with a sense of happy hysteria. This woman was going to kill him.. he thought, what a beautiful way to die.
”It’ll hurt but not for so long.” He answered, watching carefully as she laid her engraved wrist into his lap. “I don’t mind the pain.” She responded to the unasked worry and smiled at him warmly. Elijah smiled back, nodding to himself and her.
“Alright, let’s begin then.”
Ophelia lay stretched out on the soft woollen covers of Elijah’s bed, only Lucifer’s mark shimmering brightly under the harsh warm light. “Ready? Little One?” Elijah comforted, getting a swift ‘Yes!’ From his bond. He placed a loving kiss on her forehead and began the procedure. He washed the mark carefully and gently with a damp towel, then dried it completely.
Meanwhile, Ophelia flew into her own little world, thoughts zooming by each time she saw one. Suddenly, a pin-like object pricked her mark, jolting her out of her mind with a stinging pain. She hissed slightly, feeling the blood, hot and thick, bubble to the surface and drip down.
Transfixed, The Prince swirled a finger in the blood, drawing abstract patterns and shapes like it were a canvas. “It’s time.” His voice came out in a deep rumble as he spoke once more, “Be warned now, Sweet Ophelia. Lucifer is no longer your bond. You are only MINE.” And with that he poured a fluorescent pink potion across the tiny wound and watched it froth, more so than it had before.
Ophelia braces herself as the onslaught of pain tore through her. Magic foam getting everywhere from the covers to her clothes to Elijah. The light that was emitted from said foam was toxically bright, as if were a light stick. After a minute or two it simmered down.
The mark was clean off! It didn’t even leave any indents or little scars. Ophelia grinned widely and hugged Elijah. “THANK YOU!!” She sang, heart thumping with joy.
”No worries my Sweet Ophelia.” He tossed her a roll of bandages. “I trust you know how to do that while I clean up right?” She nodded happily and began to wrap the bandage around her mark-free wrist and arm.
The next morning, Ophelia woke up next to Elijah’s sleeping figure. She yawned softly, stretching out like a cat as she gazed lovingly over him. Her gaze shifted to her bandage-wrapped arm next, an uneasy smile plastering itself on her lips. A quiet grumble sounded from her stomach and she let a light-hearted chuckle escape. Time to eat!
She into the kitchen, popping two slices of bread into the toaster and whipped out some sweet, fragrant jam. Humming, she placed the nicely browned bread onto the porcelain china plate, picking up the knife when she heard a door creak open behind her. “Good Morning my Love.” She sang, not turning around to see who it was, the voice that resonated after though, shook her to the core.
”Wish you’d call me that more often Dear Ophelia.” Lucifer purred, satisfied that he finally got to see Ophelia again whilst he was alone. He watched her jolt and spin around swiftly in fear, still holding the jammed knife. “Wha..what..Lord Jewel...” She stammered, unsure what to do or say with what had happened before. Sticky jam dripped onto the bandages, a maroon stain blotching into them. Lucifer’s eyes followed them, eyeing the wrapped arm.
Slowly, almost as hesitantly, he reached out to hold the arm, and when Ophelia didn’t shy away...he did. “Oh my dear..” he dragged out, reverent. “...why did you do this to me..?” Ophelia wasn’t shocked, but she was surprised that he even bothered about someone other than himself. “Why did...I do what...Lord..?” She questioned, “Demons have a very strong sense of smell, Fair One. I know what you removed.” He whispered sorrowfully, his eyes seeming to dim from the usual bright red she was used too.
Yanking her arm away, she turned again; resuming the making of the forgotten toast. The taller hugged her from behind, his tall and slender frame caving in Ophelia’s smaller and fragile one. “It’ll take awhile for that to heal, and so you should rest Little One.” The human stayed quiet, ignoring the warmth and care she had missed for so long.
It felt weird, awkward and wrong. But oddly refreshing. She stayed still and quiet again, listening to the languid and gentle exhales the Devil on her shoulders let out as he tucked his head in between her shoulder and chin. A soft chuckle broke the tranquil silence. “You’re very persistent Fair Ophelia.” Ophelia could hear and feel the grin from Lucifer.
“Lord..” Ophelia began hesitantly but Lucifer encouraged her, “Dear one, even though you are no longer bonded with me I shall not harm you and I shall still stay. It’s up to you to do whatever you wish. But feel the need to call me Luce or Lucifer it’s alright by me.”
“Lucifer..I can’t..no—Eli...” He moved away slowly, shivers cascading down her back like droplets on a window. The paler turned her around to face him, usually dangerously flaming eyes now softer and only flickering. Ophelia scanned his face, his eyes were dark, and bags circled the underside, heaving down slightly; his cheeks has little faded lines scribbled down them, and his lips quivered.
“Lucifer..were you..were you crying?” She asked surprised, the boy sniffed a little and rubbed his eyes once, “Took you long enough..” Overcome by her nature to love and care for, Ophelia hugged the Demon tightly, waiting for a while before pulling back. “You treated me like you didn’t know me for so long I couldn’t take it...”
“I was so scared” Ophelia began carefully, sifting through her words before saying them, “It wasn’t you..why did you keep shouting at me?” She asked, but received no answer. “It’s okay..never mind” she sighed, gently brushing her thumb to wipe away the tears that rolled down from his watery eyes.
A bright emerald light shone from under the bandage. “Huh?” Both Ophelia and Lucifer gasped in unison, closing their eyes slightly and squinting at the bright rays escaping the open bandage. Ophelia removed it, watching in amazement as the light dimmed and revealed a glittering green pentagram.
”What..how..” She asked, looking at Lucifer. “Did Elijah miss out something?” The red-eyed asked her to recount all that Elijah did and what she felt during those times. She didn’t miss out anything and even the Demon was left baffled; “I have no idea what or how this happened.” He told her.
”We need to speak to Elijah.” Lucifer shuddered, shaking his head, “Can’t you just re-wrap it?” He pleaded, but Ophelia shook her head, “I’m sorry, really I am. But if you remember what happened just now..he’ll also be bound to know.” Grunting, they both shuffled to the room Elijah and Ophelia shared.
The Prince snored softly, buried under his warm wool blanket and fluffy pillows. Ophelia and the Lord stood by the door frame before walking in together. “Elijah..something weird happened.” Ophelia whispered and Elijah jolted awake to find his love standing way to close to Lucifer. He snarled out of his drowsy state. “OUT. NOW.” Lucifer began to back away swiftly and fearfully as Elijah looked ready to pounce and rip him to shreds.
”Wait my Prince! He has done nothing more to hurt me, but we need your help.” Lucifer nodded minutely, watching cautiously as the Angel reeled back and wrapped a possessive arm around his bound, growling still. “What is it my Love?” He asked in a much softer tone, Ophelia shakily raised her wrist and showed the brown, curly-locked male scanned it and froze.
”How..is this possible?” He questioned, stare locking onto his opposite. “I haven’t the slightest idea.” The elder responded, watching both other people intently. Elijah shook his head and stood up, heading to the study-room bookshelf a looked for a book. Once he found it, he flipped through the pages and chapters, Amber eyes skimming through the words and punctuations.
”Ah I found it!” He smiled and beckoned both of them to come closer. “Listen here, it says. For those who’re bound to two, both sinner and cleanser; you shall need both your bonds to mark each other too. However. If you are a mix of both bounds and they two bond each other, the trio shall be unbreakable, no matter how many spells and or arguments there will be.”
”Well..that explains it.” Ophelia said calmly, “Well Luce, you better take care of her or else you’re going to suffer on my account.” Elijah said sternly, getting a sharp nod of approval from Lucifer.
”I vow not to hurt you again, fair Ophelia, and will defend you in any case of Elijah or any other bringing you harm.” Lucifer promised solemnly rose coloured irises gazing affectionately at Ophelia.
”Nor I will bring her any harm Lucifer.” Elijah grumbled softly, but gave in anyhow. Ophelia smiled a real smile, bright and toothy. “Thank you, both of you and I promise I’ll do my best to learn and protect you as best I can as well.” She vowed.
The trio smiled and went out of the study to finish up making breakfast and clean up.
From then on, Ophelia stayed mostly indoors, learning of the many mystical magics and spells that she could experiment on and cast whenever necessary.
Elijah coached her on Light Magic; those of healing, helping and other do gooders...
While Lucifer taught her of the Dark Magic; disappearing and fighting spells and many other pranks...
And soon, Ophelia became a little apprentice of the two, as well as they’re bonded and they stayed together in one room.
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