Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
HOLY SHIT!!! I'm finally done editing this one! My god, that took forever, but we're back in business now! Are you excited for the new chapters? I know I am, especially knowing that we aren't even halfway yet. Oh my gosh, this story is going to be so long, but you'll love what's in store, I'm sure of it! A couple things to bring up before we get to the main event, though, so hold your horses and have a quick read through, yeah?
Number one, editing, though almost done for a majority of my books is still going on, and on top of that, I'm working at new job that kinda gives me little room to focus and write, so chapters are going to come in a little slow for a bit, but hey, the good news is that it's being updated at all! I just ask that you be patient, and please, don't ask for updates. I see you begging on your knees, but I will not succumb to your desires on your terms. I'll post when I have it ready, which has been my rule for the entire time I've been on Wattpad. I promise, they're coming. I just need to find the time.
Number two, if you'd like to reread and refresh your memory, be my guest; in fact, I encourage it so that you can see all the adjustments and extra details I've made to all the past chapters.
All right, I'm done. Now, sit back and relax, things are going to get a lot more...
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A heavy sigh parts from the lips of Lucifer as he watches the King of Demons with a mix of irritation and worry. It was another day of work— Mephistopheles was on the throne, but no subjects walked through the door, nor was business discussed; rather, they both sat in silence, the demon staring at the plush object held within his claw as he had been the entire day. It was the toy Y/N, his dear sheep, had made depicting his image. Each stitch was sewn with love and admiration, but where was that now? Replaced by fear and hatred. He hadn't a clue what to do but sit there and wait, wait for his love to return to him. It was agony, it was death feeling so uncertain. Unable to hold her, he holds this piece of her and has been ever since her panic attack yesterday. The doll was the only thing giving him hope and comfort. Over and over again, Phil's mind would repeat variations of the phrase,
'This is all my fault. I'm the reason she is this way. She sees me for what I am now, a monster. I have kept things hidden from her that she deserved to know, and now, look where we are. I deserve this. I deserve every bit of this.' The demon's breath hitched as both his teeth and fist clenched tight, the aching in his chest worsening.
