I see his face, just bairly for the dim light, but as I can see so clearly, he is beautiful. I am sure I love him but this kind of affection, I have never experianced. All I ask for, wait for is that one moment when he tells me that he can return my emotions. Of course the single moment afterward I will begin to hate him, no not hate him, just my feelings for him will be gone. It is a terrible cycle, of pain for me. You only want the one you can never have. He can never have me, but in my heart, wounded and bleeding I will have him.
Chapter1 Butterfly: Caught
"Hatter!!!" He calls my name. I flinch at the harshness of his voice and then proceed to answere.
"Yes, Lucifer sama?"
"Where is my bride?" He asks me. He is getting impatiant with me. I real e that I usually do not take this long to find a bride. This time I have my eye on a certain Evil that would work perfectly but I still have to do more in order for her to join us. She is a stubborn little Evil.
"She needs more time." I answere. I haven't gotten her yet. I have not come across another Evil this unwilling. I ponder to myself. Maybe I should pull the plug on her and try to find another candidate, but no, this one was special. Just like we need for as a bride.
"One almost has her in the palm of one's hand." I continue.
"She is beginning to trust one." Just like you will once I'm done with you Lucifer sama. I will have you yet.
I walk out of Lucifer's chamber and start towards my room. He has begun to weaken. I conclude. He has given me my own room, he has depended on me so much. The day I have been waiting for is coming soon, very soon.
My room is very pretty. I like it. It has a bed in the middle and a bed stand. The walls and the top of the bed is strung with blood coloured cloth. The walls are black. A beautiful colour contrast. I am tired. The bed looks inviting. I head over to the dresser and pick out some night clothes. A black nightgown. I remove my clothes and feel no regret for creating my genderless body. I would not have liked to be female. That unnecessary weight on your shoulders seemed very unappealing. I slip on the nightgown and make my way over to the sink to wash off my makeup.
It comes off easily with a bit of scrubbing. The black marks trace down my cheeks. The famelier white stains appear on the pink cloth. The colour of my face comes into view. The white dissaperes and the peachy colour of my skin reappears. My red hair , now damp from the wet cloth falls into my flushed face. I tip toe into bed. I slip into the soft covers and close my eyes. So comfortable. It relaxes my muscles. I'm not sure how it happened but somehow I went off into a peaceful state of unconciusness.
Lucifer walked through the halls. Before he went to his room, he didn't know what came over him but he went into Hatter's room. He didn't know why he gave her a room. She had just spent so much time in the palace it just felt natural to give her a room. He answered his own question. She was sleeping. Her red hair was all about her face. Her makeup was gone and she was mostly under the covers. He stared at her for a moment. Then he walked quietly as not to wake her up to her bed. He stroked her soft red hair.
"Hatter, your so crazy." He said to himself. She turned over sharply, and growned.
"Beliel."