Loving Lucifer [COMPLETE]

Chapter 28

Sad, morose...was the only way I could describe it. I followed the heart-breaking melody through the dining room, through the kitchen, to the easternmost room in the large mansion. It was the darkest room I had ever seen. Its walls were entirely covered with shiny black damask which seamlessly matched the black marble floor. The ceiling was mirrored, with a single crystal chandelier hanging from it. The room was entirely empty save for the solitary black grand piano at the very corner. Sitting at that piano was the last person I would have expected; Monty. I leaned against the door frame and watched him as he played his heart out. His music spoke to me; translating the pain he felt - the collective pain felt by all the residents of the cursed mansion; the turmoil of Lucifer, the frustrated heartbreak of Bobby and Bee, the tired pain of Astor, the innocent suffering of Mo, the concealed heartache of Deo, and the anguish of the fallen angel pressing down on the keys. The melody drifted off into silence, and it was only then that he opened his green eyes. He seemed startled to see me standing there, but said nothing.

"That was beautiful," I said, only then realising that there were tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I can see that," he replied softly. He stood up and walked over to me. "How are you, Catherine?"

"I'm alright," I said.

"There's a look in your eyes this morning - the knowledge of good and evil...you people believe in it, and sometimes it is true. Something has become known to you and it pains you."

I shrugged.

"You've learned of Gustave Michaud, haven't you?" he asked. His eyes were filled with empathy. "It is okay to be both insecure and understanding, Kate. Nobody would begrudge you that." He placed his hand on my shoulder. Luke had been right; Monty wasn't bad at all.

I smiled softly at him and nodded.

"How do you know about that?" I asked.

"How good do you think Bobby and Bee are at keeping other people's secrets?"

My eyes widened.

"It's okay; they have only told me the truth. Well, Bobby told me the truth... I was after all, his guardian, and we remained close after he became old enough to be released from my guardianship," he said sadly.

"Really?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Luke and I were the only ones not separated from our wards...but we and Mo were the only ones separated from our brothers."

"How so?"

"Would you like some breakfast while we talk?"

"Sure."

I followed him into the kitchen. It was the brightest room in the house. Light burst in through the large windows on the front and back walls which were not interconnected to any other rooms. I could see the garden from the back and the woods from the front. The walls in this room were bare of any damask, and instead were painted a lovely powder blue. The ceiling was a solid white, with white coving all around. Brown wooden skirting softened the interaction between the wall and the light brown parquet floor. The left and right walls were lined with counters from the back corner to the interconnecting doors, and an island stood in the middle. The kitchen was made of white wood, impeccably crafted, with clean glass revealing the contents in some of the cabinets, and black granite counter tops. The oven and hob were large and so was the fridge. It was an incredible kitchen. From the ceiling hung a modern chandelier with three cylinders holding bulbs within them. While I observed the room, Monty opened the fridge and started bringing out food for the both of us. He warmed some of it up in the microwave and put everything on a tray.