✓ KISS TO KILL | JAKE

43- the angry seed

43-the angry seed

Y/n's senses awoke to the sound of pain, a symphony of anguish that reverberated through her being. The room felt frigid and desolate, the absence of Jake's warmth a stark reminder of his absence. Panic gripped her heart as she rushed toward the source of the agonized whimpering.

Entering the bathroom, a scene of vulnerability unfolded before her eyes. Jake, naked save for his boxers, sat hunched on the cold floor, his body contorted in an attempt to conceal his torment. The sight tore at Y/n's heart, igniting a fierce desire to alleviate his suffering.

"Jake!" Y/n's voice cracked with concern as she dropped to her knees beside him, her hands reaching out to offer comfort. "Are you okay?" Her gaze flickered to her injured arm, but she brushed aside her own pain, focusing solely on him.

A nod was his only response, a silent admission that he was far from okay. Jake's attempt to shield his suffering from her only intensified Y/n's worry. She longed to understand the cause of his torment, to heal him and stand by his side in solidarity.

"It's... it's nothing," Jake murmured, his words laden with both pain and a desire to protect her from the truth.

"You can't leave me in the dark like this," Y/n pleaded, her voice trembling with a mixture of fear and determination. "If something's wrong, let me help you. Take me with you."

Jake's frown deepened, his eyes reflecting a battle of conflicting emotions. "No," he finally whispered, his voice heavy with reluctance.

Y/n's resolve surged within her. She refused to let him face whatever awaited him alone. Clasping his hands firmly within hers, she locked her gaze with his. "You are not going to leave without me," she declared with unwavering determination. Her love for him transcended the boundaries of earthly existence; she would follow him even to the depths of Hell if it meant being by his side.

Sensing her unyielding devotion, Jake relented. "Close your eyes and take a deep breath," he instructed softly. Trusting him implicitly, Y/n complied, her mind filled with a mixture of apprehension and anticipation. They vanished from their earthly abode, transported to a realm beyond human comprehension.

As Y/n opened her eyes, a grand chamber materialized before her. It exuded an air of both majesty and dread as if the very walls themselves were etched with the suffering and despair of countless souls. The room was a tapestry of darkness, intermittently illuminated by the flickering light of scattered torches. Shadows danced menacingly across the chamber, their ethereal forms adding to the ominous atmosphere.

Taking hesitant steps toward a colossal Levant window, Y/n peered outside. The view was chilling, a landscape devoid of life and light. No sun graced the horizon, no stars adorned the firmament. The moon alone held dominion over the darkness, casting a glow that barely pierced the thick veil of despair. It was a realm of eternal night, where hope had been extinguished and only the echoes of lost souls resided.

A hiss escaped Jake's lips, yanking Y/n's attention back into the chamber. His anguish echoed through the space, amplifying the weight of their predicament. The imposing doors swung open, revealing Lucifer himself, the embodiment of darkness and allure. His jet-black hair framed a face that exuded both charm and danger, his presence commanding respect and fear in equal measure.

Lucifer's gaze locked with Y/n's, an unsettling intensity seeping into her very core. His eyes, like black voids, seemed to hold the secrets of eternity. In that moment, Y/n felt as if her soul lay bare before him, vulnerable to his every whim.

Sarah, a witch with an ethereal presence, joined the gathering. She scrutinized Jake with a mix of concern and intrigue, her head tilting in contemplation. Y/n furrowed her brow, her curiosity piqued as she sought answers.

"What's happening?" Y/n's voice quivered, a blend of trepidation and urgency. The weight of Lucifer's gaze upon her only heightened her unease.

Lucifer's eyes bored into hers, their depths devouring her essence. He spoke with a voice that resonated through the chamber, carrying an eerie melody. "Your presence here is no accident, my dear," he intoned, his words laced with a mix of mystery and authority. "Your destiny intertwines with that of your child."

Confusion swirled within Y/n's mind, questions unanswered and fear gripping her heart. Her hand instinctively cradled her stomach, a protective gesture born from a love that transcended realms. Lucifer's cold touch on her abdomen sent a shiver coursing through her body, an unsettling reminder of his dominion over this realm of shadows.

A smirk tugged at Lucifer's lips as his eyes darkened further. "You have a fierce child, son," he finally uttered, withdrawing his hands from Y/n's stomach. "But it seems that he harbors anger toward his father."

The hurt in Jake's voice reverberated through the chamber, a poignant reflection of his own inner turmoil. "He's mad at me?" The words hung heavy with a mix of guilt and longing.

Lucifer's gaze sharpened, a chilling resolve evident in his voice. "Indeed, you have wounded his mother," he stated with an undercurrent of menace, a warning that echoed through the darkness.

Sarah, sensing a way to mend the fractured bond, stepped forward. Her voice carried a delicate yet unwavering determination. "I believe I have found a remedy," she announced, her eyes alight with hope. "Jake, you must connect with your son, and offer him the apology he craves for the pain you have caused."

A flicker of apprehension and hope danced across Jake's features as he absorbed Sarah's words. Y/n watched as he grappled with his emotions, the weight of his past actions, and the yearning for redemption etched upon his face. She reached out to him, her touch a reassurance amidst the swirling uncertainties of their predicament.

With a mixture of determination and vulnerability, Jake lifted Y/n's hoodie, baring her skin to the room's somber ambiance. Y/n's heart raced, her cheeks flushing with a mix of self-consciousness and anticipation. The gaze of the room, particularly Lucifer's unyielding stare, made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

"Relax, please," Jake whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her unease. He placed his hand gently on the side of her stomach, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through her being. Darkness consumed his eyes once more, a portal into the depths of their intertwined lives.

At that moment, a kaleidoscope of visions flooded Jake's consciousness. He bore witness to Y/n's struggles, her moments of vulnerability that she had concealed from him. He saw her doubled over in the bathroom, her body wracked with pain and nausea. He witnessed her tearful revelation at the doctor's office, the fear, and uncertainty etched upon her face. The scenes played out like vivid memories, each one carving a deeper understanding of the pain Y/n had endured.

Overwhelmed by the weight of his newfound knowledge, Jake's lips parted, and a single word escaped in a fervent exhale. "Fuck." The curse carried a multitude of emotions—remorse, regret, and an unyielding determination to mend what had been broken.

As Jake's grip on reality threatened to slip away, Y/n felt a wave of dizziness washes over her, the room beginning to spin. Blackness encroached upon her vision, threatening to engulf her entirely. Instinctively, she sought solace within Jake's embrace, her body collapsing against his, their connection unbreakable even amidst the depths of their shared turmoil.