Cristina stepped through the portal, her breath trembling, her heart pounding as the darkness swallowed her.
Her voice broke, echoing in the void:
Cristina: "Lucian… Lucian… are you there?"
A faint, pained voice answered from the shadows.
Lucian: "Cristina… are you here…"
She turned toward the sound. There he was — Lucian, kneeling, yet still towering at six feet even though it bowed low. His black pants clung to him, his upper body bare, bleeding, his skin streaked with green wounds. Veins glowed like fire beneath his flesh, burning through him. His massive frame trembled, his head bowed in shame and pain. When he lifted his face, his eyes glowed a deep, broken purple, and from his head rose two long horns, the same purple hue, glowing faintly in the darkness.
Cristina's tears spilled as she staggered closer, her voice trembling.
Cristina: "It's you… isn't it, Lucian?"
Lucian (voice breaking): "No… I don't want you to look at me in this form."
Cristina cupped his face with shaking hands, forcing him to meet her gaze. Her lips trembled through tears, yet a faint smile broke through.
Cristina: "You look hot, Lucian…"
Lucian let out a broken laugh, his lips trembling, his purple eyes softening.
Lucian: "Yes… for you."
He pulled her into his arms, his massive body shaking as he held her. Cristina buried her face against his chest, sobbing, her tears soaking into his skin.
Lucian: "I missed you…"
He cupped her face, his voice raw, his eyes wet with pain.
Lucian: "Are you okay?"
Cristina touched his wounds, her hands trembling as she traced the glowing veins.
Cristina: "You're hurt… what happened? Everything was going well, then suddenly… who put you in this condition? I will kill them, I will…"
Lucian embraced her tighter, his massive frame trembling as if it could break apart in her arms. His voice cracked, breaking with love and despair.
Lucian: "I love you, Cristina… endlessly. You are the last piece I was missing in my life. You are my breath, my everything. I love everything about you."
Cristina's voice cracked, her tears unstoppable, her chest heaving as if her heart was tearing itself apart.
Cristina: "I love you a lot… I can't live without you."
Lucian's purple eyes darkened, sorrow flooding them like a storm. His glowing horns dimmed faintly as he lowered his head, shame and grief twisting his face.
Lucian: "You have to live, okay… From tomorrow, you'll have no memories of me… so you can be happy."
Cristina shook her head violently, sobbing harder, her hands clutching his face as if she could hold him in place forever.
Cristina: "No! I don't want to forget… you. These are beautiful memories. Promise me you'll come… promise me you'll be fine!"
Their lips met in a desperate kiss, trembling, breaking, holding onto a love already slipping away. Her tears mixed with his blood, the kiss tasting of sorrow and fire.
Lucian pulled back, whispering against her tears, his voice hollow, his breath shaking.
Lucian: "You don't have much time…"
The sound of footsteps echoed. Lydia appeared, her hands trembling as she pressed money into Cristina's palms, her own eyes wet with grief.
Lydia: "Bye… it's time for you to leave."
Lucian's voice cracked, heavy with sorrow purple eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Lucian: "Arian is nice. Marry him… live your life."
Cristina screamed, her voice shattering like glass.
Cristina: "No! No!"
She ran to embrace him, arms outstretched, but before she could touch him, her body dissolved—vanishing back to her world.
Lucian remained kneeling in the darkness, his two purple horns glowing faintly, his purple eyes dimming through tears. His hands closed on empty air, trembling, his broken whisper echoing after her, fading into the void:
Lucian: "I love you…"
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.Cristina woke up in her bed, her eyes red and swollen as if she had cried all night. Her hands clutched a heavy bundle of money.
She blinked at it, confused, then let out a shaky laugh.
Cristina: "What is this… did I rob a bank or something?"
She dragged herself to the mirror, staring at her reflection. Her eyes were red, shimmering faintly.
Cristina: "Why do my eyes look like I cried all night… ugh."
Shaking her head, she picked up her phone and dialed.
Cristina: "Hey, Elise… let's go shopping. I have a lot to buy.
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What happened to Lucian in Hell? Did he die?
Cristina has forgotten everything.
Will she ever remember again?
Did their love story truly end?
And what did Lucifer do to Lucian's past life?
So many questions linger…
But this is a continuous story, and the answers wait in the shadows of what comes next.
Job in demon office — II
Wait for. It.
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