Omerta's POV "I thought you said there are over a hundred witches here," Set said, sounding irritated. "Guess, Aaron's mom forgot to mention that they were not real witches but rather wanna-be witches," I chuckled at Draco's jab as my eyes roamed the whimsical fair that was filled with vibrant colors, swirling mist, the aroma of incense, and a sea of girls dressed up as witches. "Make all the fun that you want to, but my mother's information is never wrong," Aaron replied to Set and Draco, referring to his mother's ability to speak to animals and birds. Like Aaron had explained to us, they were her little spies, her sources of information. "Yeah, but these girls don't smell like witches," Draco continued to tease Aaron. "I can feel one or two strong auras, but the rest are humans who are just here for a costume party. Your mom got duped, buddy." "Most of them do not have active powers, but they are witches...uhm I mean wise ones." Aaron tried to uphold his claim. "Because o

Omerta's POV To say it felt good to see Lucifer get all protective and jealous in front of Harris was the understatement of the year. I was ecstatic to see him go all possessive. It showed me that he still cared. And that there was hope, which was enough for me for now. If I was being honest, I was expecting him to revert back to being the cold version of Lucifer after the love potion episode, retreating back to the shadows. Instead, he remained right there with me, holding my hand. And that was something... We had kissed and made out several times, so in front of that handholding, it should not feel like a big thing. However, our passionate shenanigans were nothing in comparison to the romantic gesture that our interlocked fingers signified. It pulled at some deep and intimate feelings. It made me feel secure in ways that I never thought were possible. When he did not withdraw his hand, even after realizing he was still holding on to me, I took it as a sign. A sign that ther

Omerta's POV "Don't even fucking think of lying to me, Stray!" Lucifer warned me as he stood all tall and large in that tiny washroom, fuming to fury. He was beyond upset. "You were here with her. Fucking all alone! Do you even know what she could have done?" Lucifer continued, scolding me as he took my hand back in his, pulling me out of there. Alright, he was worried, all right, and he had all his reasons. "I am fine; it was nothing. She did nothing." I tried to calm him down as I showed him that I was unharmed. "You have no idea what they are capable of. All witches are not like that fucker Aaron." It was good to know that Lucifer had let go of some of his inhibitions concerning Aaron, especially since Giovanni had marked him. When we stepped out of the restroom stalls, Avo and Aaron were waiting for us outside. So this is how Lucifer knew about her. Did the wise one know that Aaron would come here? She was super precise about Lucifer's timing as well, which meant

Omerta's POV I could feel my heart in my mouth as Sameera's words sank in. My legs wobbled from the pressure of whatever was yet to come. The message that my mother had left for me, about the darkness within me came to the forefront of my mind. Only the darkness within will set you free. Embrace it with all, as you embrace thee. Was the darkness within me the cause of all this? I just had a bad feeling about this. For a minute, I regretted coming here at all. Why was it important to get more answers? Lucifer and I were together; why did we need to complicate things more? I knew it was a naive outlook, but I would have preferred being with Lucifer somewhere, instead of listening to all this. Any day, I would take denial over the weight of her words, and the misdeeds that were happening around me. "It all started with the goddess Athena, right about the time when the blessed ones were formed. And while I am sure that Augustus knows this story better than I do, as my prerogative

Omerta's POV My emotions were running all raw and bare as I ran up, taking two stairs at a time. Sameera's words kept playing in my mind over and over again. He was created so I could be born. I was the trigger for those inhuman experiments that Lucifer and Set had to go through. Another stream of tears trickled down my cheeks as I recalled what they had to go through with Shaira. The ear-shattering screams, the anguished expressions, and those blank looks haunted me. He probably hated me after knowing all this, and he was not wrong. I would hate me too. I did hate myself. I was at the center of all his pain. Not only that, I was at the center of everything that was going wrong. I couldn't help but feel a heavy weight of responsibility on my shoulders. The realization hit me that I had unknowingly become the catalyst for all the chaos that was unfolding around us. Another sob left my mouth, and I lept toward the bed, lying down on my stomach. I clutched the pillow to m