Embrace Of The Lucifer novel Chapter 4

August.

August was agitated by the large number of bedrooms she had to clean. Her back hurt from the cleaning. She’d already done two rooms. Martha hadn’t informed her how many rooms she needed to clean, so when August questioned, she told her to clean Mr. and Mrs. Knight’s room, Miss Hazel’s room, and Master Lucifer’s room. She had four more massive rooms to clean.

Her thoughts turned to Lucifer, her master. Everyone in the home referred to him as Lucifer. No one knew what his true name was. That’s odd.

But that was none of her concern, she reasoned, and returned to her job.

She made her way to Hazel’s room, and when she got there, she twisted the door knob and discovered it was locked.

'Maybe she is in there.' 

August knocked on the door. She had to knock twice since there was no response at first. She flinched when the door was violently opened after the fourth knock.

“WHAT?” Hazel snapped.

“I-I came h-here for cl-cleaning,” August said looking down.

“Not now, go away and clean Lucifer’s room first,” she said and was about close the door but stopped.

“And don’t you dare touch anything of his. He will kill you. Understand?” She continued to stare at her. August gave a brief nod of her head. The door slammed in August’s face. She exhaled a breath of relief. August was frightened. She shook her head and headed over to Lucifer’s bedroom. She hoped he didn’t return from work because he had left early and it was already afternoon. She was going down the hall, enjoying the grandeur of the home and the paintings on the walls.

She came to a halt in front of a door and gazed at it. It was a black wooden door. 

'Black door? All of the other doors were in brown or hazel nut color why is this one in black?' 

The door had a weird aura about it that she couldn’t place. It was terrifying. She turned the knob carefully and opened the door. Thankfully, the door was not locked.

Her eyes widened in surprise at what she saw within. It was a beautiful room. The loveliest room in the home. The room was actually an apartment! There was a large wavy-shaped bed and very long windows that revealed the outside of the home, and she gaped at the scene.

It was invigorating. She didn’t know where to begin with but eventually she chose the closet. She took the mop and began cleaning the closet. It was large and made of glass.

She mobbed the floor once she was finished, which aggravated her back ache. It appeared like she needed to put something to it to alleviate the discomfort.

The floor was so clear that she couldn’t see any scratches or dirt on it. 'Then why am I even cleaning?'

'Because you are a maid and this is your job.'

Her inner voice said. She sighed and continued to clean the already clean floor. 

Once she was done, she stood up and instantly flinched back in pain. 'This back pain will kill me.'

She cleaned the entire room in 30 minutes and then desperately wanted to go because she was exhausted and the pain was becoming worse. She walked gently towards the entrance, careful not to touch or destroy anything. August recalled what Hazel had told her. She reached for the door, twisted the handle, and was ready to walk out when she collided with someone’s chest. 'Wait, someone’s chest?'

August cocked her head and saw the identical set of grey eyes that had made her tremble in terror. She took a big gulp.

He seemed to be peering into her soul. His gaze pierced through her body like a drilling machine which made her tremble.

“I’m sorry master I didn’t see you,” she hurriedly apologized in order to get out of there. He didn’t respond, and he didn’t take her out of his eyes. She cleared her throat to get his attention, but it didn’t work. He decided to speak after a few seconds of standing there like that.

“What’s your name?” He asked in deep voice. August stayed silent for a second. 'Why would he want to know my name?'

 “Don’t keep me waiting, butterfly,” he growled.

'Butterfly? Why did he call me that?'

“A-August, master,” she answered uncertainly to avoid angering him.

“Beautiful,” he muttered and her breathe caught in her throat. She was truly afraid of that man. He held an aura that made him even more terrifying than his sister.

She shivered with terror. He lifted his hand, and she closed her eyes, expecting him to hurt her, but instead he tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ear and softly caressed her face. August trembled and moved back as he was touched. That appeared to enrage him, and he looked at her with clinched fists and furious eyes. She was screaming from terror inside and glanced down.

“I-I’m s-sorry, master,” she had no idea why she was apologizing. But she believed that would settle him down. That was exactly what happened. She glanced into his eyes and realized that he was no longer angry, and his hands were no longer clenched. His face, though, was expressionless. He grinned as he entered his room, closing the door behind him.

August quickly walked towards the kitchen. She immediately called Martha as she found her washing the dishes.

“Martha!” She called her. Martha turned around and gave her a small smile.

“Yes, my child?” she asked softly.

“Uh...a-actually I-I couldn’t clean the l-library. Because I co-couldn’t reach the t-top,” she stuttered again and it annoyed her. Martha chuckled and shook her head.

“It’s okay dear. I will tell someone else do to that,” August gave her a satisfying smile.