Chapter II

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Olivia's POV

I awoke on a cold tile floor. There was a citrus smell lingering in the air and bright light blinding my eyes. My vision returned slowly and I looked around, trying to find something familiar to me. I noticed an empty gurney a few feet away and used it to pull my weight up.

My clothes were torn and covered with dry blood. I was in the hospital and I had just had an accident. I walked down the hall, following the panicked voices of the nurses in one of the nearby rooms. I turned the corner and reached my destination.

Everyone was running around frantically as a never ending tone echoed in the room. I knew that sound all too well: somebody's heart had stopped and that someone was me.

I stared down at my lifeless body, not yet coming to terms with the severity of the situation. I looked at peace, something I hadn't been in a long time.

"Olivia," a voice whispered behind me and I turned around in fear, gasping for air.

"Lucifer," I muttered at the sight of him, running into his warm embrace. His arms came around my cold frame tightly as he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"Olivia, what have you done?" He whispered, backing away and taking my face in his hands.

"I'm sorry," hot tears began flowing down my cheeks. "This wasn't supposed to happen."

"You were supposed to stay alive," he shook my shoulders. "You were supposed to stay alive," he repeated. Tears brimmed his eyes, the dark pupils filled with despair.

"Lucifer, just do something. Anything," I whimpered.

"Don't you think I would if I could?" His eyes were wild and frantic as they searched for my own. "You're dying." I looked back at my body, the machine still the incessant reminder that my heart was no longer working.

"There has to be something Lucifer. Please," I begged. "You can't let me go!"

"They'll take care of you," he held my hands tightly in his and I began to panic at his first signs of defeat.

"I'm not leaving you! You can't do this!"

"I'm holding you in purgatory, but if you don't let go soon, you'll be stuck here forever." I suddenly remembered something I had read in the old books I had found.

"I want to make a deal with the devil," I spoke confidently and he let me go.

"No, you don't," he said sternly.

"Yes I do. You bring me back and I'll do whatever you want." I grabbed his hands and watched his every flicker of emotion, trying to find something that affected him more, something I could use as leverage.

"What I want is for you to be at peace with all of this."

"Ever since I met you, you have been selfish and conceded, doing everything you could to ensure your own happiness and satisfaction, and now you choose to be selfless? Are you fucking kidding me?" I shouted. My hands were trembling from fury or maybe from fright, I wasn't sure anymore. He won't let me go, I thought. When the time comes, he'll bring me back.

"You don't understand how this all works, do you? You won't have a soul. In return for your life, I take your soul. It's the only deal I can make for that big a price." He started pacing impatiently.

"Then we'll find another way!" He gripped my shoulders tightly.

"There is no other way! That kind of power has to come from somewhere and only a human soul holds that much energy!" He shook me, trying to knock some sense into me.

"Then take my soul," I whispered and his hard features softened.

"If I do that Olivia, every thing I love about you will be gone. You'll be an empty shell," his eyes travelled across my face, taking it all in.

"And if you don't, you'll never see me again."

"Nathan will kill me," he whispered and I saw a glimmer of hope.

"Since when do you care what he thinks?" I grinned. Suddenly, I searing pain struck me in my chest and I fell on my knees from the shock.

"Lucifer, I can't breathe," I cried between shallows breaths. He looked up and I turned around: they had stopped trying to bring me back.

"Time of death, 10:42 a.m.," one of the nurses called and Lucifer's eyes filled with an emotion I had never seen before. Fear.

He leaned in hurriedly and pressed his lips on my mine. The pain suddenly lifted and I sunk into him. A surge of energy travel from the tip of my fingers to my toes and I gasped at the unknown feeling. I backed away so that we were face to face and he had a knowing smile on his face, as if he knew exactly what I was feeling. I felt myself begin to lose consciousness and fell back. My lungs filled with water and I began to swim up, the surface seemingly growing further and further until I finally took my first breath.

I was reborn. 

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