my slightly bent knees and lowered my head as I panted through everything that had just happened since I found myself back in the mortal realm.
“I found him,” I said to myself, hearing my own shock, for quite honestly, I didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I felt as if I needed a plan of action, yet with no money, no home and not even a place to stay, I felt as if I was staring at the future with little clue as to what to do next. I also knew that I probably looked no better off than some homeless beggar on the streets in a tatty dress, unkempt hair under a stolen hat and bare feet covered in mud and dirt and the Gods only knew what else.
It was in that moment that I was actually thankful he hadn't seen me, for it was not as though I would have made a good first impression. Not in the slightest. In truth, I used to be good at this. I used to be good at taking care of myself. Street Savvy I had called it. Hell, I used to be a damn good thief when the time was needed for it. But right now, knowing that eighty years had passed, well it almost felt as though I had lost my touch with the mortal world completely. I felt lost as if I didn't know what to do anymore, whereas at one time I would have been confident in my ability to survive. It came to something when Hell was easier to live in than that of London!
Well, one thing was for sure, I knew I couldn't just wait around here for much longer, and the last thing I wanted to do now was chance going back to the theatre and bumping into who I now knew was my fated one. Not looking the way I did.
Which meant that it was in this moment when I had convinced myself things could not get any worse, that my stomach started to rumble loud enough that it echoed. I never believed it possible after eighty years of eating the same thing day in day out, that I would ever miss the sight of a Mongolian death worm, let alone the taste. I think if I was to be truthful, it was more who I got to share my meals with that I missed, and right now, I couldn’t help but wonder how much pain he was in without me there? How crazed he would be as he searched for me, destroying everything in his path.
I questioned, was he waiting for me to cry out for him like the last time it happened? Would he stop every now and again just to listen and strain his ears? Would he be patting his chest communicating his pain the only way he knew how?
Gods, but it was heart-breaking to think of.
“Abaddon.” This time I whispered a different name, and one I loved to Hell and back. One that I missed with every beat of my heart. Which was why it was in this moment that I slumped down in the dirt. Landing on my backside and no longer caring if I got muddy, and no longer caring that it had started to rain, for if anything, all it managed to do was wash away my tears. Big fat hopeless tears that rolled down my cold cheeks and fell from my chin to my lap.
Ever since this nightmare had begun and Lucifer had turned up to take me, it seemed like it was one thing after another, and bad news just followed even more bad news. Ironically, the only light I had seen was a beacon of hope in hearing that voice, one that even now I could not get out of my head.
I found myself questioning what the sound of my name would be like coming from his lips. He had seemed so unsure of himself, almost stumbling his way through the conversation, when even I knew it should never be like that. It was clear he did not feel comfortable around her, and perhaps being enamoured by her was just an illusion of the heart.
Either way, I would stop at nothing until I made Adam mine. Even his name felt close to Abaddon, as if it was not only me he was fated to be with, but also the beast himself. For the three of us were made to be together, a trifactor