The Devil in her Dreams Chapter 128
Lothaire rushed back to his room. Why was he so angry? He never showed his emotions, especially not to those
who hated him. He knew they would rejoice in his misery.
Heaven. The annoying little girl. She thought she knew everything, but she knew nothing about him. She thought
she was better than him. All these humans thought they were better than him, but they weren’t, and he was here
to prove that.
The paintings on the wall were a reminder for him to never forget why he was here. It has been an eternity since
he was thrown out of heaven. He shouldn’t be angry now. He had already turned his anger into motivation, so he
didn’t understand why he suddenly became so upset.
Lothaire tried to calm down and focus. Was he doing all of this because of Irene? She was one of them. She was
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originally a human that practiced magic, making her a witch. He fell for the enemy. It was a joke on him, maybe
even a punishment. The enemy turned out to be his true mate.
Well, it didn’t matter. They would all burn in hell together.
Irene hated him now. She didn’t hate him like this, even when he left her for his mission. Back then they had
decided to go separate ways, and he went back to focus on his mission. Until he realized that he still wanted her
and began with his plan to get her back.
Since none of them wanted to come with him, he planted seeds of fear along the way. Fear of losing the most
precious one in the family. Heaven became his target.
He didn’t have to do it that way. He could have gone to his mission as if it was his job and then come back home
and be a good mate, father, and grandfather. But his mission wasn’t just a job. It was the sole purpose of his
existence. It was a priority, and if he couldn’t even mislead his family, then he wasn’t the devil. By getting them to
join him, he would do what he was meant to do and get his mate at the same time.
Lothaire teleported back to the paintings. Heaven was gone, and he watched the images alone in the dark. He
stared at the painting where he was eating the apple. The tempter ended up eating the forbidden fruit. How
Ironic. He was indeed tempted. He even wanted to have a bite right now. His gums itched badly.
Clenching his jaw hard, he decided to go back to his room, but ended up going to Irene instead. She was
sleeping alone in the large bed, which meant that Heaven was still wandering around the castle. What was she up to?
Forgetting about her, he watched Irene sleeping peacefully. What was he doing? Before he could convince
himself to leave, he took a step forward and suddenly he was looming over her. His fingers reached for her face.
Slowly, he removed her soft hair from her face and then caressed the smooth skin on her cheek. She stirred
slightly, but continued to sleep.
If he was patient enough, one day she would be sleeping in his bed. But he was suddenly feeling impatient.
Strong emotions of longing struck him hard. He wanted her in his arms right now.
Irene stirred again. She was waking up and instead of leaving quickly; he stayed. She turned with a frown and
then opened her eyes. When she first saw him, she just stared, but then her eyes widened and she pushed herself
up. She held the sheets tightly against her chest.
Her first instinct was to look beside her to see if Heaven was alright.
“Where is Heaven?” She asked accusingly, when she couldn’t find her in bed.
“She is taking a walk around the castle.” He replied, but Irene was already getting out of bed. She looked for
something to wear while holding the sheets against her body.
“Why would she in the middle of the night? And what are you doing here?” She had a hard time finding her
clothes in the dark.
Lothaire picked up her robe. “Here.”
She turned to him, looking furious, before she snatched the robe out of his hand.
“You don’t have to go. I’ll ask her to come back.” He said.
“I don’t need your help.” She snapped while sliding into her robe.
“As long as you are here you will need my help.” He told, feeling irked again.
She stopped moving and stared at him. “You are right. You bring me to a place where I am helpless so you can
help me. That is very much like you.” She said, as if realizing something. “You put people in danger so you can
save them. Chain them so you can release them. Confuse them so you can guide them down your path.”
Yes, that was him. Those things were so natural to him that he did it without thinking. He was unapologetic about
his actions. Who decided what was wrong or right, anyway? God?
He didn’t care. To him, everything he did was justified. He was going to burn anyway, so why not do as he pleased?
“Well, now you know for sure.” He said.
He knew that he gave her the impression that he was better while staying with her. But if she had known the true
him, the one who hadn’t changed for eternity, then she would know that he would never change. He would
always be the devil.
But humans, they always held onto hope. They believed in a God that they had never seen.
Hope and belief. He hated these two things in humans. Without them, he would easily send them all to hell.
“Yes, now I know.” She said. “But what are you doing here?”
I missed you; he wanted to say, almost ruining his plan. Why was he being so emotional? He just wanted to cross
the distance between them and kiss her. She would slap him, but he would take it.
Her eyes narrowed, and she stared at his mouth. Lothaire felt the tip of his fangs against his lips.
Irene shook her head and took a step back. “Don’t.” She said.
“I won’t!” He was offended that she would think he would forcefully mark her.
But what did he expect? After all he did, he made her think the worst of him.
“Then why?” She asked.
“Can’t I desire a woman?”
She looked at him confused, but then shook her head again. “Just leave!” She told him.
He didn’t. Instead, he stalked toward her slowly, and she stepped away from him.
“What… are you doing?” She stuttered.
“You have been alone for so long. Don’t you miss being desired?” He asked, stepping closer until he trapped her
between him and the wall behind her.
“You yearn for a man’s touch, don’t you?” He spoke to her in his hypnotizing voice while he gazed into her eyes.
“I don’t.” She said, this time not sounding as certain as the first time.
“You hate sleeping alone, not feeling the warmth of a man’s body near you.” He leaned into her, bringing his face
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close to her hair and smelling her scent. She stiffened and flinched back, but he could hear the fierce pounding of
“Don’t you want to feel it again? The warmth, the tingling pleasure?” He whispered into her ear.
He inhaled her scent again. He was already intoxicated, and he wanted to have her right now. L.u.s.t was indeed a
strong feeling, and he had wanted to use it against her, but ended up feeling lost in it.
Suddenly, he was pushed out of his haze. “I want nothing. Why are you doing this to me?” Tears filled her eyes.
Lothaire felt a sting in his heart upon seeing her tears. What was this feeling? Was he feeling bad this easily?