All Chapters of The Servant of The Devil: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Cieran just laughed and took the letter from my hand. "So, should I just hand the letter back to them and say that you agree with Asriel's request ?"Well distracted . "Yes, please.""I'll be right back. Do me a favor and don't leave my office, Lilly. Verona wants to talk to you and I told them you wanted to be quiet for a few days . ”I looked at him, overwhelmed . “We'll sort it out in a moment. If you're really smart, Lilly, you'll stay. "I sighed and gave him an annoyed "yes" answer. Then he hesitantly disappeared from his office and I looked for my pants. It contained the image of the Grail, and if he had changed my things, he might have searched my clothes.I combed every room and finally found them in a laundry bag in a closet. I rummaged around in my trouser pockets, but the note was gone. Had Victoria taken it from me?Panic welled up in me and my breathing became irregular. Had Cieran found him? He would know I was looking for the Grail. Could

I looked into his angelic blue eyes. “I have now given the order that if someone attacks you again without my being asked to do so, that person will be severely punished. That should give you some peace for now . ""Isn't that making yourself a bad name?" I asked, embarrassed by his decision. He actually meant it. How precious had I become to him in the past few days?Asriel grinned again. “Believe me, my love. The angels are not your real enemy. ”I hissed. Who else? "Vengeance is a powerful force and sometimes it turns us into monsters that leave nothing but devastation and death in their lives ."It didn't take me long to understand who he was referring to. “Are you talking about Lucifer again? Because of the repudiation? "Asriel nodded. "We 're just characters in a pre-arranged game where the rules are made by one person." His cold eyes looked out over the park hedges. »In chess the pawns fly first, in rummy the numbers are the weakest cards, when you rol

At some point he stopped with his finger in the middle of a page and highlighted a sentence by typing it several times. " Still nobody knows - except him - that I escaped hell because of an assignment, " he quoted, and the tension turned my breath away. “ The days are getting warmer, really hot, and I'm very uncomfortable in my dry environment. I'm less worried about the weather and thirst , but the open sky under which I'm standing makes me a red dot on a target. On the back of my neck I keep having the feeling that Lucifer's eyes are watching me. And he knows where to find me . I hate being his slave . ""The first, real clue!" I exclaimed happily, turning the pages when I realized several pages had been torn out. The last legible entry ended on May thirty-first, 1788. The words he wrote about it: “ I 've been here for several days and I really do feel good with people. They give me food, shelter and enough space to look for the person Lucifer asked me to find. But I keep tu

Cieran let go of my arms and lay on one side. "I know you don't like that I might withhold important answers from you, but right now you just have to trust me, okay?"I looked at him suspiciously and tried again to read something in his face. But when he said that he was investigating himself, I remembered my own missions, whereby I also kept a few things from my girls . Cieran could actually be in the same situation now . An annoying, suspicious bitch by his side would be the last thing he needed. I should finally trust Cieran . How many times had he saved me now? “All right. But once you have your evidence, will you tell me, okay? "Cieran smiled with a mixture of relief and satisfaction. "I don't think there is anyone else I would trust more at the moment ."My eyes got bigger. "What?" And Frederick ...? Didn't he really have anyone to trust? Friends? Relative? I knew so little about him ... "Is n't there really a single one?"    Cieran loo

Cieran had left after another hour when Letaya drove away in the car. Meanwhile, I had a leisurely breakfast and couldn't get rid of the grin on my face. I kept thinking about the last few hours and how I had fallen madly in love with Cieran. Now I knew how people felt. I never wanted to get rid of these sensations and luckily I probably couldn't.I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that someone was standing at the door to push a letter through. The sound made me wince, but I quickly got up from the chair and stormed out the door. The front door hadn't slammed down in the hall, nor could I see anyone on the stairs.With furrowed eyebrows and an excited tingling sensation in the pit of my stomach, I picked up the white envelope from the floor. I closed the door with one last look outside and opened the letter, trembling. No sender was noted, so the content would probably tell me more.I found a sheet of white paper, and immediately recognized that