Embrace Of The Lucifer

Chapter 2

August.

“August wake up,” she felt someone shaking her. August slowly opened her eyes and saw Martha

standing in front of her, beside the bed. Martha had let her take rest for the rest of the day.

“It’s time for work dear. You have to wake up,” she said. August nodded her head and got up from bed.

It was much more comfortable than her old bed. She went to the bathroom and washed her face.

“Get ready and wear this,” Martha handed her an outfit. She stared at the dress in confusion.

“What’s this Martha?” She asked.

She stopped what she was doing and turned around to face August.

“Oh, it’s a maid’s outfit. All maids wear this during their work,” she smiled and left the room.

August breathed a sigh of relief. Despite the fact that the outfit made her uncomfortable, she forced

herself to wear it. It was eye-opening. It came up to her knees. It also revealed a significant portion of

her neck side. It was a V-neck dress with a tight waistband that spilled down to her thighs. She

attempted to conceal her cleavage. But it didn’t help much, so she kept her hair open, hoping no one

would notice. She was accustomed to working freely with her hair open. August immediately combed

her hair and put on the shoes and socks Martha had given her. She’d never worn heels before. She

had difficulty balancing herself with them at first, but she gradually learned how to walk with them. But

she prayed she wouldn’t trip and break her ankles. She looked at the time and realized she was

running late.

August dashed downstairs in a hurry. She had to take her time walking up the stairs since the floor was

slick and she was wearing heels. It was slippery not because someone had thrown soap water on it,

but because of the substance it was made of, which appeared to her to be marble.

August raced downstairs, gracelessly, towards the kitchen; it was difficult for her to find the kitchen

since the home was large, with several sections and rooms. It took her about five minutes to locate the

kitchen. She noticed Martha standing there with a group of females surrounding her, dressed in the

same attire as her.

'They must be the other maids.'

“Oh, August dear. Here you are!” She asked.

“Okay now get back to your work girls,” Martha said to the other girls. They all nodded their head and

went off.

“What do I have to do, Martha?” August asked not knowing about her task.

“Oh yes, as it is your first day at work you will be introduced to Mr. and Mrs. Knight first and then I will

give you your work,” she beamed.

“Okay,” August muttered nervously. She predicted she had to be careful around them.

“It’s time for the Knights to come home from work. You better be ready because they don’t like people

who are late, especially, Mister Knight doesn’t like maids who look messy and fragile. So, you have to

be careful to not do anything stupid in front of any of them but especially him,” she warned. August

nodded her head. She was feeling anxious. She was going to meet her owners for the first time in less

than twenty-four hours.

Later, Martha informed her about Mr. and Mrs. Knight, claiming that Mister Knight was a violent and

enraged man. She sighed heavily and sat in the chair next to the kitchen counter.

“Who else is in Knights family?” She asked quietly. Martha stopped what she was doing and turned

around to answer.

“Well, the heirs of this house, they don’t live here. They all like to live on their own but they occasionally

come here.”

“Oh,” August rose from the chair and took a glance around the home. She could see the dining room

within the gorgeous home, and the mansion appeared much more beautiful than it had previously, even

under the dim yellow lights. The house was really stunning.

“Can you tell me about them?” She asked again.

“Sure dear,” she smiled. “Let’s first talk about Miss Hazel. Well, I can just say that she is a spoiled rich

brat who doesn’t care about anyone. She is rude and a stubborn girl. You have to be very careful when

you’re around her,” August gulped.

“Then comes, Nathan. Hazel and Nathan are fraternal twins. He is also like Hazel, a spoiled brat.

Always out with his friends. He never comes home in time, but like Hazel, he lives here at his parents’

house.”

“Are they eldest children of Mr. and Mrs. Knight?” August inquired. Martha shook her head. “No dear,

they are the youngest one. They have two elder brothers,” she said.

“Who are they?” August questioned.

Martha stopped for a second and was ready to respond when she was interrupted. She bolted from the

kitchen.

The house’s design included marble mosaic floor and gold-painted walls. This was all very lovely. She

couldn’t touch anything because she was too nervous. She was terrified of breaking something or

making them soiled by mistake. She took a look at the sofas, which were also extremely modern, and

she could tell they were one of the most recent designs on the market just by looking at them. She may

not have purchased anything expensive, but she did have some understanding of such things.

As she ascended the stairs, she noticed a photograph of a boy hanging on the wall. The boy was

probably between the ages of 14 and 16. His chin was up, his eyes were darkish, and his lips were

narrow. His eyes were so black that she could envision dark waves floating through them. He had a

strong jawline. She was captivated by his elegance, but the sound of the doorbell abruptly jolted her out

of her reverie. When she looked at the clock, she noticed it had been five minutes. She didn’t even

know she’d been looking at his image for five minutes. She bolted for the front door. The individual rang

the doorbell many times.

'Oh god, this place is so big.'

Even though she was running as fast as she could in her heels, it was taking her a long time to get to

the door. Whoever was standing outside was irritated. She eventually made it to the door and

attempted to open it. But couldn’t figure out why the door wouldn’t open. What kind of door lock system

were they using?

'What on earth is this?'

She grasped the handle and attempted to pull, but it did nothing but hurt her hand. She felt her finger

contact something and the door opened automatically. She exhaled a breath of relief. She widened the

opening of the door.

“What the fuck you were doing?” Outside, a deep voice screamed. The voice shocked her and nearly

caused her to fall. August trembled as he stared at the guy. Because it was dark outside, she couldn’t

see his face.

“Who the hell are you? Why were you not opening the door?” The same voice shouted again, and she

entered the home, where she spotted the guy. She dropped her head swiftly.

“Who are you?” He inquired once more. August felt like he was going to shoot her between the eyes.

She continued to gaze down and said nothing. Her eyes were crying up and she didn’t know what to

say.

“Look at me,” he whispered dangerously. She whimpered hearing his thick voice again.

He snarled and grabbed her chin, forcing her to elevate it so she could face him. August shifted her

gaze to meet his. The man had icy grey eyes that nevertheless shone in the little light. For a brief while,

she noticed his grey eyes melting. He was looking at her with a determined expression.

“S-sir. c-can you le-let me g-go?” August managed to say. Instead of letting her go, his grasp tightened,

and his gaze darkened once again. Her heart was racing.

He was looking at her intently, as if he didn’t want to let her go. She came to a halt. She couldn’t move

a single muscle. She gasped and took her gaze away from him, focusing on the dark navy-blue jacket

he was wearing. He was clenching his teeth, and she could hear it. He was going to say something

when he was interrupted by a voice.

“M-master,” Martha stumbled. 'What? Is he the house’s owner? Oh, my goodness, what have I gotten

myself into.' His grasp lessened, and he eventually released her chin a few seconds later. August

exhaled with relief, despite her fear.

“I’m r-really sorry f-for this master. Sh-she is the new girl here she didn’t know anything. I-I’m so s-”

“Bring me my drink,” the man said to her and then looked at August. “And teach her to obey my

orders,” August’s eyes closed forcing herself not to break down in front of him.

“Yes, master. I’ll teach her everything,” Martha said softly. The man walked away without saying

anything. When she was certain he was gone, silent tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn’t

decide which terrified her more: the prospect of losing her job for disobeying him or the deadly

atmosphere he exuded. For a brief time, she believed she was about to be fired.

“Oh dear, please don’t cry everything is okay now,” Martha said hugging her.

“What happened my child? Did he say something to you?” She asked with concern.

“H-he just a-asked me t-to look i-into his ey-eyes,” August stuttered.

“My child you must listen when he tells you to do something, okay?” She replied.

August nodded. “Okay now let’s go and I’ll show you what you have to do today,” she stated this as she

led her to the kitchen. They came to a halt as they arrived. Martha instructed her to prepare dinner for

everyone and then clean the dishes. August only had to do that.

“What should I make for dinner, Martha?” She asked quietly. She didn’t know why her voice never

raised.

“Well, let me hand you the list. I assume you know how to cook?” She inquired. August mentioned that

she could cook. She wasn’t a terrific chef, but Miss Garcia’s culinary classes helped. Despite her youth,

she was capable of preparing a wide range of traditional meals.

August took a look at the food list Martha handed her.

‘Chicken Piccata’

‘Chicken Zucchini Pasta’

‘Mushroom soup’

August could make piccata and soup, but she had no idea what zucchini pasta was. She requested

Martha to assist her in making the spaghetti.

Everyone was at the dinner table once dinner was served, including that frightening man. Martha

handed her the plates and told her to set them on the table. August was too scared to walk outside and

confront him. But she didn’t have much of a choice. She worked as a maid there. She had no choice

but to comply.

She gripped the tray of dishes as tightly as she could, her hands shaking violently. She entered the

dining room silently and carefully placed the meal on the table. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her,

which made her feel uneasy. That man was accompanied by others. A brunette female and a guy with

black hair. They were both stunning. They may have been Hazel and Nathan. Their parents were also

present.

She turned around and was ready to go after successfully placing the plates when she was interrupted

by a voice.

“Wait,” she heard the similar thick voice.

“Where do you think you’re going? You work here. I pay you to work for me. You should be here when

we have our dinner, in case we need anything,” he said harshly. August forced myself to not panic and

nodded her head.

“Yes sir,” she said quietly. She glimpsed at Martha who signaled her to stand there.

She was standing there for ten minutes looking at her feet and sometimes passing the dishes to her

owners.

“Pass me water,” said the brunette girl. She picked up a glass and poured water into it, quickening her

pace. She was about to place the glass on the table when her feet collided with something, causing her

to fall to the floor, and the glass slipped out of her grasp, falling into her lap, soaking her elegant

clothes.

“WHAT THE HELL?” She yelled in anger. Everyone’s attention was at them. August nearly broke down

in fear. Oh god, what I am gonna do now?! Martha came towards her and helped her stand up.

“You filthy bitch. How dare you pour water on me?!” She yelled at August.

Martha passed a napkin towards her, she snatched it harshly and started to rub the material on her

dress.

“I-I’m r-really sorry ma’am, m-my f-feet hit s-s-something a-and I f-fell,” her voice was shaking in

extreme fear.

“Shut up you idiot,” she cursed.

“Calm down Hazel,” that same man said.

“Brother, how can I calm down? This fucking thing poured water in my lap. How can you let this stupid

freak work in our house?” She yelled. That was when she found out he was the eldest son and that

was even more terrifying for her.

“Go to your room Haze. I’ll take care of that,” he commanded. She gritted her teeth and walked out of

the dining room, kicking the floor as she went. August began to cry for the first time. She couldn’t take it Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

any longer.

“Please don’t cry my dear,” Martha cooed in her ear.

She heard footsteps coming near her. August froze at where she was standing.

“Martha take her to her room. She is dismissed for today,” Lucifer announced.

“Yes, master,” Martha whispered and took August out of there.

She took her to her room and sat her down on the bed. Her bottom lip was quivering in fear.

Martha engulfed her in a hug. “Shh it’s okay my child,” she said.

“Go to sleep now. It will help you to calm down,” August nodded her head and laid down on the bed.

“Sh-she was Miss Hazel, wasn’t she?” She whispered. Martha said yes.

“Has she always been like this?” Martha nodded in response.

“A-And who’s that man? She called him brother?”

After hearing the question, her expression turned cold. She remained silent for a few moments before

responding.

“He was the man you bumped into before and he is the first heir of the Knights and a nightmare for

anyone who messes with him.”

“Lucifer Knight”.