C5 Freya's POV; His true colors

~Freya~

I found myself running into the mansion. Ascending the stairs, my steps hastened as the cries grew louder. My heart sank as my mind raced with thoughts.

What was going on? Why was he in so much pain? Why isn't anyone doing anything! Approaching his room, I stood as I watched the scene in front of me.

A bearded man, average height, stood over Lucien who was on the floor. His gaze fierce as he growled.

"You aren't worth anything!" He yelled as he pulled on Lucien's hair.

Is this really the devil's son? If he was, why isn't he fighting back? Who is this man anyway?.

"I let you live doesn't mean you have the right to anything you hear me!" He warned as he gritted his teeth.

A thought flashed through my mind as the moon light exposed his face. He must be Lucien's uncle I guess. Rumors had it, he was very mean and heartless.

People say he feeds on the flesh of his enemies which I thought to be extreme, but looking at his fierce appearance, I thought otherwise.

His name was dreaded by the masses as it was rumored to be cursed. People who called him by name often disappeared by nightfall. And here he is, standing in front of me, the demon himself, Raphael Wolfson.

"You're nothing but a hypocrite, acting tough while you're nothing!" Lucien retorted arrogantly.

Laughing hysterically, Raphael placed his feet on Lucien's hands. He twisted his feet on Lucien's hands making him groan loudly in pain.

A sharp ache surged through my veins as I watched Lucien in agony. I couldn't bear it. We were married and living on each other's terms, but I couldn't let him go through such torture. He's my husband after all.

"Stop!" I cried out desperately.

Raphael stopped in his tracks as he turned his gaze towards me. His gaze pierced through my skin making shivers run down my spine.

"So this is your little wife," Raphael said, his voice deep as he chuckled darkly.

He walked towards me, his gaze fierce as he growled in a low tone.

"I'll be back!" He retorted as he growled coldly.

Watching Raphael's departing figure, a sigh of relief escaped my lips. Looking over at Lucien, I noticed he was bleeding from his lips, hands and most parts of his body.

Swiftly, I rushed out of the room, my eyes searching for Jade as I made my way downstairs. I needed to tend to his wounds, but didn't know where the care kit was being kept.

"Luna, are you ok?" A familiar voice called out from behind.

Turning towards it's direction, my joy knew no bounds, it was jade! I strode towards her quickly as I asked hastily, "Where's the care kit, I need it urgently!"

"This way," she responded motioning her hands towards a room.

We made our way swiftly, each step urgent. My mind raced with images of Lucien's injured state. Fear gripped me as I thought about how much pain he was going through.

Grabbing the kit from the top shelf, Jade approached me swiftly. The fear in her eyes evident as her fingers tightened their grip round the kit.

"Give it!" I demanded.

"Luna, Prince Lucien doesn't like it when his wounds are being tended to, he usually leaves them till they heal on their own," she said, her voice trembling.

"I don't care, he needs me!" I responded agitated as I snatched the kit from her hands.

I rushed out of the room hastily. My legs strode with urgency as I made my way to Lucien's room. Jade's words played in my mind as goosebumps became visible on my skin. Did she really mean it?

How could he be in so much pain yet bear it silently. Leaving his wounds to heal on their own? Recalling the wounds inflicted by Raphael earlier, I estimated the healing rate to take about two to three weeks.

Did he really stay in pain for that long? Thinking back to the awful rumors I heard about him, I felt pity. He's probably alone because of the bad thoughts people have about him and mean things people say.

Caressing the diamond heart shaped necklace round my neck, a warm feeling bubbled within me. He isn't a bad person, he's just misunderstood.

Approaching Lucien's room, I found him in a state of disarray. He laid down surrounded with empty bottles of wine. How fast does he drink? I wondered as I arched my brow. Watching him gulp down a bottle of vodka, I approached him slowly, "Lucien," I called out softly.

He turned to me swiftly, his silver eyes sharp as they narrowed. Fixing his gaze on me, I watched as his eyes changed color from silver to fiery amber. I swallowed hard watching the scene in front of me.

Clenching his fists, he growled, "Get out!"

His deep voice echoed through the eerie silence in the room.

I was scared. I wanted to run but couldn't. I knew he was in a lot of pain, I'm sure this is just a cold facade he puts on because no one cares about him.

"No, I refuse," I responded arrogantly.

Taking few steps forward, I strode slowly towards him. I wanted to tend to his wounds. His next action took me by surprise.

Crash!

He threw an empty bottle of vodka towards my direction stopping me in my tracks. I trembled at the immediate attack, luckily, it went right past me crashing into the wall.

He rose to his feet as he took steps towards me. His fiery amber eyes void of emotion sending shivers down my spine. I took steps backwards as I trembled, the care kit left my hands crashing to the ground as it's contents poured out.

Feeling the cold wall against my back, I gulped down hard. Was this my end?

"I warned you to stay away from me!" He barked angrily.

"And I refuse," I responded. I was scared, but I wanted to show him tenderness and assure him he's not alone.

He gripped my neck tightly as he ate up the distance between us. His face just an inch away from mine. I could feel his hot breaths graze my skin sending waves of unexpected heat through me.

"Who do you think you are?!" He asked as his grip round my neck tightened.

"I'm your wife!" I yelled out of breath.

"Wife?" He muttered coldly. A dark chuckle escaped his lips as his gaze grew intense.

"I warned you, stay away from me, I told you, there's nothing like intimacy between us, you're just another one of those who*res who seek my wealth!"

His words pierced me deeply. I felt a huge ache course through my veins. Did he really say that? No he couldn't right? Is this the same man who wished me a happy birthday? Gave me my first ever birthday gift? Tears welled up in my eyes as they flowed down uncontrollably.

He really is the devil's reincarnate, Lucien Wolfson.