After Lilith's visit, I have a variety of emotions cursing through my veins. Sadness. Rage. Hurt. The list can go on honestly. I have never had to face such a conflicting situation. Perhaps I should talk to my mother and see what she would say. I doubt she would be against the pregnancy. At least not on purpose. Her views on abortion are far too conservative for her to approve of me committing such an immoral act.

The thing that hurt the most is knowing that Lilith believes that Lucifer wouldn't be happy about the situation. Does he not want children? Or does he just not want children with me? It's hard to believe that he would never want to be a father, especially since he suggested we get married.

Even if I do have to risk my life for this child, I am its mother and I am more than willing to do just that, besides, if I die, I am more than likely to go to Hell. So, it's not like Lucifer would be losing me. We can still be together. Have our happily ever after.

I didn't want to dwell on those thoughts for too long, so after we have our late lunch back in my apartment, I left my dad chilling in front of the TV whilst I went out to quickly see what I missed at work.

I didn't caution that Lucifer has told me to stay home. It's just a quick visit. And my dad is safely locked away at my place. Nothing bad can possibly happen, even with Nina on the loose.

My visit to work is very brief, Beatrice is able to keep me informed on all that I have missed the past week, but in all honestly it felt like a month since I have been at work. Ever since the masquerade ball things have just been sparling downwards.

"When will you come back to work, we all miss you here?" asks Beatrice while I grab some paperwork, she left for me on her desk.

I sigh before replying.

"Soon, maybe sometime this week, next week at the latest," I reply pressing the countless number of pages to my chest as I look down at my friend sitting in her seat in front of her laptop.

"The flu can be such a bitch, but after just a week and a half you're looking rather well," she comments with a sudden raised eyebrow.

I give her a bright smile.

"Yeah, Damien is really good at taking care of me when I'm sick."

Beatrice chuckles putting a pen inside her hair, just behind the elastic band of her ponytail.

"If you mean he fucks you well then I'm sure he does."

I roll my eyes at her and switch the conversation back to her by asking about her husband. Without a doubt this trick worked. But not for long. I didn't want to leave my dad all alone in my apartment for more than an hour, so I decided to quickly say my goodbyes and left. Getting into my car and driving back to my place.

Once I unlock the front door with my keys the place is surprisingly motionless. I close the door behind me and plop the papers I received from work on the kitchen counter along with my phone and keys. I turned and walked towards the sofa and noticed my dad isn't there, but the TV is on, and

much louder than before. How strange. My dad never leaves the TV running if no one is watching.

"Dad?" I call out, hoping that maybe he just went to the bathroom or something, but I get no answer.

I pick up the remote and switch the TV off placing the remote back down onto the coffee table. I didn't enjoy the sudden quietness of the room. It felt too quiet. Too still for a place where two people are supposed to be living in.

I stand still thinking about where my dad could gone, maybe he fell back asleep in his room again?

As I lift my gaze to look up at the windows, I only now notice that the curtains are covering the views, constructions views but nevertheless a snippet view of the city.

I walk over and start moving the curtains away but as soon as my hand makes contact with the material, I hear footsteps and heavy breathing. I twist my head around and flinch back when I see who it is.

It is Nina standing in the middle of my living area, barefooted and in a torn dirty cream dress holding a knife to my dad's throat. He looked barely conscious. A small cut on his right eyebrow and a busted lip.

I gulp loudly at the sight of them. This can't be happening. She hurt my father and I can't allow her to kill him.

"Nina, you're here," I start trying to sound as calm as possible. Holding out my hands lowly in defence as I take a couple steps forward. She isn't that far away from me. My place is small enough that if I ran, I can get to her in three quick steps. But I don't want to provoke her. Not when my dad's life is at risk.

"Don't take another step forward, or I will kill your father!" she warns pressing the knife more harshly against his throat. I stop taking any steps towards her, but still hold my hands up lowly in plea.

"Dad? Are you okay?" I ask seeing my father's eyes plea in pain and agony.

My jaw quivers in fear and anguish. How can she hurt one of the people I love the most.

"Don't talk to him!" she ordered me very briefly pointing the knife in my direction before placing it back to my dad's throat. He didn't even combat her. It's like he has no fight left in him.

"Please just let him go, he isn't involved in all of this, please!" I beg, suddenly feeling weak, like I am unable to hold myself up on my own two legs.

"Shut the fuck up or I won't hesitate to slice his throat the way I should have done with yours back at the hospital!"

I bite my tongue before I press for more, maybe if I distract her, she will give me enough time to think of some kind of plan, but god damn my phone is on the other side of the room on the kitchen counter.

"Why are you doing this, is it really because you love him so much, you'd rather he be with you?" I plea.

She begins to laugh like a maniac. Her lark almost squeaks in my ears, bouncing off the brick walls of my apartment.

"Do you really think it's because I want to be with him?" she asks with serious mockery. It takes me aback.

"Then why?"

She pauses for a few seconds before giving me her answer.

"Lucifer is not the King of Hell we expected, he is not as evil or persistent as his father is, Satan. Ever since he met you, he went soft. The King of Hell is supposed to be wrathful, hold nothing back and bring vengeance amongst the weak humans here on earth.

"Lucifer deserves to suffer and the only way to do that is by hurting you, and just when he is weak enough himself, I know the perfect man to overthrow him. And he will make me his Queen!"

"What do you mean we?" I asked surprised, and involuntary taking a step forward when I notice her clutching onto my dad even harder than before. Her passion is getting the better of my father.

She chuckles. "Who else can I possibly mean, you danced with him at the ball, the one I poisoned you at, but you were meant to die, goddamn Lilith and her witchy powers. Her loyalty to the King is unbearable."

I scatter my memories to try and remember who I danced with at the ball besides Lucifer himself. The only person that pops into my mind is Aba.

"Abaddon?" I ask my mind wondering why he would do such a thing.

"Try again," she says, her voice and face dead.

I swallow when I come to realisation.

"Asmodeus," I say his name, but it sounds all croaky and brittle.

How can someone that is supposed to be one of the Kings of Hell, someone that is supposed to be loyal and by Lucifer's side, betray him like that. And all only for power and title. Lucifer is never going to let this slide.

"Bingo!"

This demonic girl is insane if she thinks that Lucifer would allow her to get away with this. He would probably much rather have her head on a platter or worse, torture her for all eternity. And even though I'm opposed to the latter option, if she hurts my dad, I won't even care about it anymore, I'd want her dead as well.

"Please your hurting my dad, just let him go," I beg taking another step forward.

She loses her grip on his limp body just a little allowing me to hear his big hoarse breathing.

"Dad it's going to be okay, I promise!" I say taking another small step forward, but I cause Nina to take a step back and press the knife against my dad's throat so hard I can swear I can see it scrapping against his skin causing a slight tinge of red to ooze out. In a panic I oblige to her demands and stand still.

That is until my phone began to ring. I want to answer it, scream for help. I know it freaked Nina out because she jumped in surprise letting out a squeaky girly gasp out of her mouth. It also caused her to loosen her hold of my dad so much she let him free.

I seized the opportunity to run towards my dad, pulling him away from her before bolting towards my still ringing phone. I didn't have to look at the name to know who it is, I saw a picture of Lucifer on my screen, quickly I picked up and screamed his name.

When I turn around Nina once again has a hold of my dad but this time the knife is grazing deep into his oophagous, in a perfectly straight horizonal line. The blood coming up to my face in a splatter.

The phone slips down from the hold of my arm and my only reaction is to scream as I feel a sharp stabbing pain in my chest and stomach.

I feel like I cannot breathe anymore as I watch my dad's body drop to the gore covered floor. Every sound that I can possibly hear goes away and all I can hear is a ringing in my ear and the big thud of his body against the floorboards.

I drops down to my knees, crying in disbelief as I helplessly crawl away to him. His eyes are still open, wide and scared. Panic written over his face. He can hardly breath.

In a crying panic fit I try to cover his slit throat with my bare hands to stop the bleeding, but I is useless. He coughed up blood letting it drool from the side of his mouth. When his eyes registered my appearance, they went liquid soft. But all hope has vanished from them. He knows what is coming but I am not ready to let go of my dad.

"Dad, stay with my please!"

My pleas come out brittle, all thick.

"A-Ann," tries my dad. His voice is weak and barely audible.

"Shh, you don't have to talk dad," I say with a shaky voice.

One of his hands lifts feebly and gradually up to my cheek. I soften into his touch, closing my eyes and savouring it as more tears threaten themselves down my face.

My blood covered hand touches his hand on my face, not wanting it to leave.

"I love you dad, I love you so much!" I cry out.

"Yo-u n-o-t kill," he says, and it takes me a while to register his words.

I not kill?

"Dad, what do you mean?" I ask but when I look down at his face his eyes are closed. His chest no longer moving in rapid panic breathing.

"Dad!" I scream out dropping his hand and trying to shake his body. But he is dead. He is dead. My heart sinks and I cry out even more, clutching onto his body, not wanting to let it go.

I sob into his blood covered top wishing I can take back time. Wishing things can be different. But then I get washed over with a sudden grief educed anger.

Nina murdered my father and she is going to pay for it.

I lift myself off of my dad's corpse but as soon as my body straightens up, I am hit with my sharp pain once again. This time it's much more evidently there. It's like period pain, but so much worse. Like I am being stabbed right into my uterus.

I let out a cry of pain when it intensifies. I don't think I am able to stand but I try to adjust myself on the floor, sitting up with my legs crossed in front of my.

When I look up at Nina who is still here, she is looking down at me in horror. Immobilised like a statute. Her mouth parted and eyes wide open.

As I let out another cry of pain I look down at my stomach. Pulling up my knee length dress and noticing that I am sitting in a pool of blood, some of it smeared all over the inside of my thighs.

"No, no, no, no!" I yell out when I realise what is happening.

My breathing intensifies and my chest begins to feel even tighter as I can't stop staring down at the blood between my legs.

"You were pregnant?" I vaguely hear Nina ask. I don't have the energy to look up at her.

I feel like I am getting engulfed by heat, by entire body sweating as my head begins to spin. I feel dizzy. Unable to keep myself sitting up anymore.

I crash my body down to the floor, curl my legs up to myself and lay there limply. My soul going in and out of consciousness as I try to keep my eyes open to look at my dad. Sleeping beside me, our blood mingling together.

I am so weak, and I have no energy to cry out in pain anymore.

As I close my eyes, my body going lifeless against the floorboards all I can hear is Nina saying, "You weren't supposed to be pregnant."