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Betrothed To My Rival CH.1

Hello! I'm hoping this comes out alright. I had it posted on Wattpad but was getting nothing out of it. I don't know why it's so hard to find readers on that site suddenly. Either way, I wanted to try posting my work here to see how things work out. If you enjoy it, think about following me for more content!

It was the witching hour, and the moon was high in the sky, shining down on the small town below, bathing it in a blue hue. It was a perfect night to go out, with no clouds in sight, and the stars spread across the sky sparkling like glitter. With this perfect weather and the end of the work week, many residents and visitors alike were out in the town, relaxing and letting go of the stress they endured, and that's what Felix planned to do.

Felix Daar. Age twenty-five. He still lives with his parents in their giant mansion and his older brother, Logan Daar, who occasionally stops by to visit. Many believe he is living off his parent's money, lazing around, and avoiding jobs. That is far from the truth, but the truth can never be known to the public, for his family could get into legal trouble. Enough trouble where it can land them in prison for life; that's how bad it is. Felix doesn't hate life as much as one would expect from him. He's been known as the kind, generous son in the family. No one sees him involved in his family business, believing he does not possess the right mindset, making him the weak link. How wrong that assumption is. They would look at him in distrust and wariness if they knew what he was like. His family is keeping him away for the good of their image, and Felix is okay with it. It gave him more time to do his projects, and that night was the perfect time to work on one of them.

Felix looks up at the sign that reads: The Lotus Noctis. This was his usual hunting grounds as his family ran it. Anything that happened here was monitored, ensuring anything that could catch the eyes of any legal department was taken care of.

A long line stretched outside the door, many patrons waiting to enter the prestigious club. Many don't even make it to the club before it closes. It feels great to get that privilege of walking in without showing ID or waiting in the cold night for hours.

Felix approaches the door, where a bouncer sits on his stool with a bored expression. His eyes are covered with shades, and a face guard blocks off his lower face, hiding his identity. Only his family knew how he looked when he applied for the job. An earpiece finishes off his uniform. Any form of communication is necessary for emergencies, inside or out. It rarely happens with how well they train the employees, but the occasional fight will break out.

When the bouncer notices him, he nods his head in acknowledgment. Many envious eyes watch him as he passes by. Oh, how they wished they were him or one of his many friends seen by his side.

"Hey! Why does he get to enter with no problem?" A guy shouts from the back. Felix stops in his tracks as he glances down the line of people. Many turned away to avoid his eyes, shifting off to the side. When he finally finds the culprit—his friend hitting him on the head in reprimand—Felix takes his sweet time strolling down.

"Shut it, Fred! You don't know what you're saying," his friend could be heard whispering. Felix smirks. His reputation precedes him.

"I know what I'm saying. That prick gets to walk in charge-free while we sit out here wasting our time for a club that is probably second-rate at most." Many gasps go around the crowd. People start inching away from him, even his friend when he notices Felix standing by watching the display his friend is making.

"Is that so?" His friend apologizes profusely on his friend's behalf.

"I'm sorry, Daar. He has no control over himself when he gets this drunk."

"Hey!" Felix doesn't remove his gaze from the drunk man, a plan slowly forming in his head.

"You want to see what the club is really about? I can show you all the things this club is known for." His friend curses softly.

"I'll take him home. Sorry for interrupting your-." Felix holds his hand up.

"I'm talking to your friend, not you." The click of teeth is the only indicator that the guy's mouth closes shut. "So, what do you say, Fred? Shall I give you a taste?" Fred wavers in his spot, looking like he is going to collapse.

"Yeah. I'll make you eat your words when I leave unsatisfied."

"I'm sure. You. You're coming along too." His friend pales considerably, looking as if he would pass out. It doesn't take long for the two patrons to get out of the line, the other people quickly getting out of their way. This club is known for one thing: people who cause trouble are never seen again. One thing stays consistent, though, Felix is the last person seen with those who go missing. How is he not a primary suspect in their disappearances? His people are stationed in the police department. Any time he gets brought up, the evidence that links to him suddenly doesn't exist. You can't put a man in prison for something he never did.

"Good luck. You're going to need it." Someone whispers. The walk to the entrance was like that—many patrons wished them well or said they were stupid for speaking out of turn. Felix chances a glance behind. Fred was still looking smug, expecting to be underwhelmed when he entered. His friend, whom Felix realized he never got the name of, was slowing down considerably. Grabbing his arm, he pulls him to his side.

"What's your name, Twitchy?" The man hesitates. "Come on. I'm not going to do anything to you. Just making light conversation."

"Uh...Dan. My name is Dan." Dan fidgets with his hands as the doors open, revealing the inside. Stepping into a dim hallway, the doors close behind with a resounding slam. Dan jumps, his muscles tense. Fred cackles at his friend.

"Why so nervous, Danny Boy?" They continue down the hallway until they reach another door, where another bouncer stands. His back was leaning on the wall, his hands in his pockets, relaxation in his posture. When he sees Fred and Dan with Felix, he stands straighter.

"Take Fred here. Give him the Lotus special." The bouncer nods, grabbing Fred roughly by the arm and forcefully pushing him into one of the side doors next to him.

"Wait!" Dan calls out. Felix steers him into the club, red lights lighting up the room. Loud booming music resounded around the room. The smell of sweat and perfume permeated the air around them. To the left of them, the dance floor was filled with dancing bodies, many grinding against each other, letting the music guide them. Straight ahead was the bar, bartenders busy filling orders. Many of the patrons are there to get a view of the workers. To the right were many seating options: plush chairs, booths, and high tables.

Further in the back were private rooms where business could be conducted in privacy. No one was allowed back there, not even the employees. His family made that clear when one of the employees walked back, letting their curiosity get a hold of them. Later that night, they were disciplined and couldn't work for two weeks. The back rooms were one of Felix's favorite areas. That's where he got to play with unsavory people. Having to control himself during the day, this was the place he was able to release all his urges.

"Don't worry about him. He'll be fine."

"What are you going to do to him?"

"That is of no concern for you. All you can do is take my word." Felix sits in his usual spot in the club. In the corner closest to the backrooms and the only dimmed corner. He had the best vantage view from this seat. It overlooked the whole club. Anyone who tried to sneak up on him would fail. Dan stood awkwardly, not sure if he wanted to sit or not. Felix plasters his best comforting smile as he pats the seat next to him. Dan shuffles over, slowly sitting down.

"Feeling comfortable?" Felix asks. Dan doesn't answer, nodding his head slightly. "Good." Felix looks out over the club, watching his club closely for trouble. He felt like playing tonight. Dan was nice, but something about him set off alarms in his head. Chancing a glance from the corner of his eyes, Dan seemed different. He wasn't looking nervous like earlier. His face was set in an annoyed frown, his arms crossed around his stomach. His foot taps impatiently on the floor; his leg shaking, unable to sit still. After everything I've done for him, this is how he treats my presence. Motioning to one of the bartenders, he rests his hand on his face. Tapping his cheek with his finger twice, he glances at the guest next to him. The bartender nods and gets to work.

"What brings you here, Dan, if you don't mind me asking? I've never seen you before." Dan clears his throat, his face looking scared as he turns to look at Felix.

"I moved here recently and heard this club was the place to be if I wanted to have a good time." Humming, Felix inspects the man. His eyes were shifty looking around the room.

"Fortunate that you came on the day I decided to visit."

"It was a coincidence." A drink gets placed in front of Dan. He looks at the glass and then at the bartender. "I didn't order a drink."

"It's on the house," Felix waves off. Dan would make the perfect target tonight. While his friend was getting his special, Dan would be getting his special. Dan looks suspiciously at the drink, bringing it to his lips for a quick sip. He hummed in appreciation.

It takes a few drinks before Dan is drunk to follow along with no worries to the private rooms. As his back is turned, he feels eyes following him. Glancing behind him, he sees no one out of place, yet the feeling is still present. He was armed, his hidden pistol strapped to his chest under his coat. He also had a blade on his thigh, the color blending with his black skin-tight jeans. Sure, it wasn't practical to wear when it came to his job, but he wanted to look good.

They head back to the farthest room, which has all the tools he needs to get the results he wants. Dan is hiding something, and he plans to find out what secrets he is hiding.

Pushing Dan in with a rough shove, Felix followed in, closing the door. The locks automatically locked in place. The only way out was to put in the code next to the door. No one could enter once the locks were engaged.

"What the hell!" Dan spun quickly; his face flushed in anger.

"Take a seat, Mr. Smithfield. We got some things to discuss."

"How do you know my last name? I never gave it to you." Dan stood stock still. He looked ready to bolt.

"I said have a seat," Felix commanded. His patience was running thin.

"No. Let me out!" Dan stepped for the door, only to have Felix kick out his feet and manhandle him to the chair. Pulling out the chains hidden underneath, he strapped him in place.

"A chat is all I requested, and here you are, trying to make a run. What are you so afraid of?"

"Nothing, you psycho!"

"I doubt that. What happened to nervous, twitchy Dan? Replaced by this angry man. I'm going to let you in on a secret." Leaning closer to his ear, Felix whispered. "Your drinks were spiked. They should be kicking in by now, making you unable to do anything. You won't be able to move or speak. Since you had more than one drink, the effects will take longer to wear off. We could either do this the easy way, give me the information I want, or the hard way, remove the information by force. Which will it be?"

"Fuck you!" Dan spits at Felix, hitting his cheeks. Wiping it away, Felix smiles widely, a sadistic gleam sparkling in his eyes.

"I was hoping you would say that. I've been feeling pent up lately, and you are the perfect target for my needs." Striding over to one of the walls, he punches in a code. The walls split open, revealing various tools used to obtain information. Picking up a pair of pliers, he turns slowly, a crazed smile in place. "Shall we get started?"

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alxcor · 11 months ago

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Serendipity

This is one of my sample works. Something I have been working on for the past year and a half. Serendipity is turning into a book, but I still have multiple chapters to work through and editing to accomplish afterward. If you guys are interested in seeing what happens next, I will be more than happy to share the next part. So far, I've gotten up to four chapters. Other than that, this will show where I sit with my writing experience. I'm still growing and learning! For now, enjoy!

Lukas watched impassively as his father once more eradicated another subordinate for failure. He’s been in a mood with the current war between Heaven and Hell. As his father keeps mentioning, if they don’t move now, the Angels could take that moment to attack when they are at their weakest. In all honesty, Lukas could care less. He just wanted to live his life without the worries of war. A war he didn’t want to happen. As it is, this war has been going on for eons and will continue to do so for many more.

As the son of Lucifer himself, he will never get that luxury of watching from the sidelines. His father is obsessed with winning and becoming the ultimate ruler. His father is only trying to win to prove to God that he made a mistake by casting him down. Lukas can see his father is still hurt over how quickly God got rid of him. He’s heard the stories and seen how it’s affected his father. If one was to rebel against their parent’s ideas, they should be accepted, not rejected, and thrown away like they never meant anything to them. In the end, Lucifer was given a bad name for standing up for what he believed in, and for that, Lucifer stuck with it. He was okay with being the villain if it meant he could prove his worth in his ways. To prove to himself that what he was doing was the right thing. Casualties on both sides were just unfortunate consequences of war.

“Don’t give me excuses! I gave orders to secure the church, giving us an advantage over the Angels in that area. How have you failed me over something so simple?” Lucifer rubbed his temples in agitation. A visible vein was starting to bulge from his head, showing his rage.

“They had their General with them. My team was wiped out before we could do anything.”

“Which General?” The only one General Lucifer hated most was the one Lukas was expected to battle when it came down to it.

“General Zachariah, Sir.” Lukas watched as his father stilled, his eyes unfocused. The cogs were turning in his head as he took in what was said. Lukas doesn’t blame him. He’s only had one run-in with the General, and from that meeting, he knew the General would be a problem. Ultimately, he became a constant thorn in his father’s side.

“Lukas, I’m putting you on the front line. You are to take down General Zachariah, no matter the cost. I don’t care what methods you use; you are to get rid of him, do you understand?” Now it looked like he would be a thorn in his side too.

“Yes, Father.” His father would have somehow forced him out there even if he refused. In no way is Lucifer that cruel and cold to send his only Son out to war as a sacrifice. He has faith in his son’s abilities as he was the one to train him as soon as he could walk and talk. Lucifer never wanted a war to begin with. When Lucifer made his place below where no Angel or God could touch, he was seen as an enemy. An enemy who was tempting others to join him and ignore God’s plan. He didn’t want to see the end of humanity just yet. He was intrigued by their ways. He wanted to know where this world was going. God wanted to start over. He wanted to worship like he was many years back when humans worshipped him. Like every God, God himself was prone to be a bit of a narcissist. He viewed himself highly. Again, there was no problem with that, but when it makes your head so big that you are willing to remove humanity over its lack of faith, it shows that it’s more of a power trip than anything else. That is what brought down the Greek Gods. They loved being revered by their people. Only when they started to believe in other Gods, in other religions, did they realize that they missed the days when the people loved them? A tiny percent still worship them, and they value their worshippers. Lukas has met Zeus, the once mighty, proud God. He never gave off the vibe of arrogance. He was very humble for a God.

God and Lucifer never have to deal with the problem of being forgotten. They have the most significant following so far. So, why do they risk war for something so insignificant as an argument?

Lukas lets out a sigh when he leaves the vicinity. If only he weren’t the son of the most powerful ruler of Hell. Being put up to this task was both exciting and nerve-wracking. He's only met General Zachariah once, which was the scariest thing. That's a strange thing to say with his power, but there is something about that Angel. Maybe it was the presence he exuded: demanding and firm. Even a bit cold, a strange trait for an Angel to have. It could have been his strong stature. He was built the way someone would be if they worked out daily. He was towering over Lukas the last they met, dwarfing Lukas. Way to bring down a man’s self-esteem. Compared to General Zachariah, Lukas had a more petite build with a runner’s physique. He stands at 5’4, making him more diminutive than the average guy, while the General is closer to 5’8.

“Angels and their perfection,” Lukas grumbled. He was heading back towards his room to get ready. His armor sticks in his living quarters, making it easy to put on should an attack happen while he rests. It wouldn't do to be women up when there's an emergency only to run halfway across the palace.

Standing before the mirror, he strapped himself in his red and black platted armor. It wasn't heavy enough to weigh him down, a lightness that would benefit his agility. Lukas typically puts up the hood to keep his face covered. Spreading out his ivory wings, Lukas checked once more that everything was secure. No spots were vulnerable to attacks, and all his hidden and visible weapons were on his person. He was ready.

It doesn't take long to bid farewell to his father. Lucifer was one not to dwell on pointless conversations and pleasantries. Either way, he was on his way, heading straight for St. Petersburg Church. The church where the danger lay ahead. The church could change the tides in their favor, even if it were minuscule.

***

By Lukas’s estimation, it's been a few hours since he set out for his mission. The church sat upon the surface, a neutral zone for both demons and Angels, though lately, that has been slowly changing. The once-neutral site was becoming the home base for the Angels. They need to capture this location as soon as possible. With how close it is to the entrance of Hell, it's a wonder they haven't been overtaken. Then again, demons were known to be vicious, though that is all stereotype in Lukas’s opinion.

Just like everybody else, they have lives outside this war. Normal lives. They worry about the stresses of work just like everybody else. They go out on dates, and go to school, just like everybody else, but with all the propaganda, they set out to look like the villains. The mortals that live on that plane are more than happy to side with the winning side. Lukas is sure they would be aiding them if it were the other way around. Fickle creatures mortals are. Humans are the most unpredictable of them all. The Fae, not so much as they are known to be the backstabbing kind, as evidence has proven. All others tend to isolate, sticking to the traditional ways.

“Sir,” one of the knights bowed. Lukas dismisses him with a flick of the wrist.

“Report.” He's led to a nearby tent, guards standing at attention at the entrance, blocking anyone from entering.

“My scouts have reported an increase in patrols around the site. They also have noticed more parcels arriving by the hour. My guess, weapons.” That doesn't sound good.

“How many arrived?”

"Over fifty.” Lukas groaned. It was starting to sound like they were planning for an army to arrive. If these parcels keep coming through, they will surely see one. Along with the increase in Angel’s presence, this spoke of nasty things to come.

“Hm,” Lukas rubs his chin in thought. “Send your men to intercept those deliveries. It doesn’t matter what you do, keep them from getting delivered. We don’t need any more problems.” The soldier salutes and leaves, shouting orders as he goes. Lukas stares at the map on the table, trying to figure out how to go about this. General Zachariah was a tricky one, his strong point being a strategist. He has the church locked down and protected to the bone. He doesn’t know that Lukas is best known for his observation skills and ability to see weak spots. Lukas smirks as he circles a place in the woods where no patrols ever visit.

Feeling confident in his abilities, he rounds up the remainder of his men. Explaining the plan, they felt like they could take back the area. As they arrived, the silence was deafening. No birds singing in the trees. No wind to rustle the leaves or sway the grass. No animals stomping on fallen branches or the crunch of leaves. All was silent. A little too quiet for Lukas’s liking.

“Guards up. Somethings not right.” They continue to creep forward, weapons at the ready. Lukas hangs back, scanning the surrounding area. Nothing seemed out of place. The ground seemed untouched like no one had stepped foot in this area. The bushes didn’t look like someone, or something was hiding in them. Looking up into the trees, all he saw were branches and leaves. As he was about to through off the sudden silence as nature halted for the upcoming battle, Lukas’s eyes briefly bypassed a strange-looking branch further above. As he squints harder, he notices how the strange branch stretches into neighboring trees. He follows the strange anomaly until he realizes what they are; A rope blended in to look like branches and vines. It led to traps surrounding them, ready to snap shut on any unsuspecting victim.

“Ambush!” Lukas yells as one of the traps springs on one of his men, tying him up and swinging a panel of spikes on him. Lukas could do nothing but stare in shock at the brutality of the death. Demons were known for this warfare, though it’s far from the truth. However, Angels committing such a crime at this level? The goody two shoes of the world? That wasn’t right.

Traps started activating as more of his men tried to escape the middle. Soon enough, they were surrounded by armor-clad Angels in all directions. Lukas should have known it was too easy. Bodies fell left and right, blood covering plants in red.

“Damn it! This wasn’t supposed to happen,” They continued to fight for their lives, the other side slowly losing people. By the time they finished, he only had a small handful of men left, many of the others slaughtered. In the distance, more fighting could be heard. The soldier Lukas first talked to sprinted towards him, jumping over bodies, and avoiding traps.

“Sir, we got a problem.”

“What is it now?” The wild look in his eyes spoke volumes of the news.

“We’re losing our footing on the land.”

“Did the Angels send in reinforcements?” He shook his head. “Then what is it?”

“The humans. They’re attacking. Not just us,” He spreads his arms out, motioning to the bodies on the ground. “But the Angels too.” Lukas knew something was wrong with the attack.

“This day just couldn’t get any worse,” Lukas says solemnly as the sound of metal clashes, and the screams of the fallen reach him. Things just got much more complicated.

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