Chapter 57 - D. Dawson!

**Lucifer's POV:**

I started fighting at a very young age. I was even shot once; it was also at a young age. And when I first killed someone- I was young back then too. All these happened when I was barely at my teen.

I was anything but a coward. I never feared anything in my life. Not even death. Being a mafia was such a business that I had to play with life and death every day.

But I was feeling scared now, to enter Camelia's room. But I needed to meet her.

She told the nurses that she wanted to meet me.

When I went to her room she looked very sick, her body was weak, and her face was pale.

Her face, skin was looking white. What she had become!

"Hey!" Camelia tried to smile at me as I entered. Her lips were dry and cracked.

"Hey! How are you feeling?" I questioned, maintaining my voice firm.

"My stomach is paining a bit. But I am feeling better. I didn’t vomit in a while." She replied. My jaw clenched in anger as I couldn't do anything for her. To lessen her pain.

Didn’t I promise to protect her always? Then why couldn’t I do now?

Yeah. I was here to protect her. Protect her through my powerlessness.

I was standing a few feet away from my preciosa, outside the transparent curtain.

She sat up on the bed.

"Lucifer, can you come a bit closer? I want to see you from close. I think I won't infect you as long as I am inside the curtain." She said but I could clearly hear her voice wavering.

I walked close to her and sat near her but outside the curtain.

"I didn’t see you in the last two days. I hate sedatives. Arrgh!" She pouted.

I couldn’t say anything. These two days she was given strong sedative.

Then she spoke again, "I feel like touching you. But I know I can't touch you now. Not until I get better. Can you please place your palm on the other side of the curtain? I want to touch you through the curtain. You won't get infected, right?"

Her eyes watered. Her voice was laced with so much hope.

Oh my preciosa! How much I wanted to tear this fucking curtain and take her in my arms, pressing her against my chest and never let go of her.

I raised my hand and put my palm against the curtain. She brought her hand up and touched my palm from inside the curtain.

"Oh My God! Lucifer, I missed you so much!" She immediately broke into tears as we united our palms together.

It felt great being able to touch her, even though there was the barrier of the curtain.

"I will get better soon, right? What did the doctors say, Lucifer? I don't like staying like this anymore. I don't want to stay away from you. I hate this!" More tears were coming out of her eyes.

I was still silent.

"Why aren’t you saying anything, Lucifer?" Preciosa queried. She sensed something wrong in my silence.

"You know you are scaring me." She tried to laugh but her fear was clear on her face.

I took my hand back and took a deep breath. I braced myself to do the thing what I needed to do. I was going to commit a sin. The sin of breaking the heart of an innocent soul.

"Camelia!" I said.

"Yes?" My preciosa responded.

"I have something to say, and I am going to say it now." I addressed.

"What?" She frowned.

I fisted my both palms.

"I don't want to keep this relationship with you.” I affirmed.

"What!" She gasped in shock.

"Did I hear something wrong?" Her voice was shaking.

"No. I don't want to keep this relationship with you anymore." I emphasized.

"Why? What's my mistake?" Her voice was almost a whisper.

"Come'on, Camelia. You should guess the reason. Camelia, I liked you because you were beautiful. But now look at you; your full body is filled with horrible blisters, rashes and God knows what. Your sight once pulled me towards you. And now your sight disgusts me. I don't want you anymore. I can't want any woman if I hate the very sight of her." I lied making her almost still.

For a few seconds, she couldn’t move. She still couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

How she might be feeling when my own heart was paining? I felt someone was stabbing me in the chest.

She was feeling zillion times worse. My words were cruel enough to rip her heart into pieces.

But she looked into my eyes with those watery beautiful blue orbs and begged, "But Lucifer, I will get well soon. Then I won't be ugly like this. Please, don't leave me. I promise that I will get well and I will become beautiful again. I swear! Please, Lucifer! Please!"

She cried joining her both palms together before me, begged me not to leave her. Her tears were running like a waterfall.

Why couldn’t I just die? Why! Why did I have to be so powerless? Why did I have to hurt her so bad?

Her beggings were making me want to die. I felt like someone was smashing my heart with a hammer. I clenched my jaw. It was too much to take!

But I had to be a heartless bastard who swore to break her into pieces. Or else I would lose her.

I shrugged my shoulder.

"Camelia, you may get better. But you will never get back the beauty you had. Your skin will always carry the mark of this disease, making you look ugly. I want someone who is beautiful. I just used your body for sex. I can't keep you beside me when you are ugly. I hate you now. I will carry all the expense of your disease and after you get better, I will send you off to someone." And with this, I gave her the final blow.

Camelia didn’t say anything after this. She was crying hysterically. I couldn’t take this anymore. Like a coward, I exited her room.

But I couldn’t leave.

I stood behind the door and heard her cries. Her loud cries were poking my heart like sharp nails.

***Lie. Lie. Lie. All these were lies. I was helpless. Her life was at stake.***

I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t.

A few minutes later, her cries died down suddenly. I quickly unlocked the door to check on her.

She passed out due to excessive stress and crying. She was already so sick.

I quickly called the nurses

**Third Person's POV:**

**Flashback:**

After half an hour of the meeting with the doctors Lucifer got a call from Melissa. A small hope kindled in his heart when he saw her caller ID thinking Melissa might have gotten some solution of Camelia's disease.

But what Melissa told her made Lucifer more dejected.

"Hello, Lucifer. I examined Camelia's sample. The reason I think we can't treat her is there's no treatment of her condition. She is the first person in the world reportedly with this condition. And I must say, Lucifer, this might be intentional. Camelia was kidnapped but released a few hours later. Don't you think the attackers had any ulterior motive?" Melissa said from the other side.

"Melissa, doctors also said that her condition is rare. What should I do now?" Lucifer asked desperately.

"What can I do Lucifer? I don't want to give you false hope. We are trying too. I have sent this sample to Japan too. One of my former colleagues also helping me."

They talked for some more and then cut the call.

A few hours later,

Lucifer was talking with a doctor over the phone in his study and at that moment a maid knocked on the door.

"Get lost! I am busy!" Lucifer yelled turning to the door.

The maid was about to leave but Lucifer noticed something in her hand.

"Stop!" He said. The maid stopped and bowed to him.

"Why are you here? Didn’t I say not to disturb me? Are you guys deaf?" He yelled again. He was already so worried and stressed about Camelia that he was venting his anger on the poor maid.

"Sir, I am very sorry. I came here to give you this letter. Someone couriered this." The maid spoke lowly.

"Give it to me. Who is the sender?" He ordered.

"Someone named D. Dawson, Sir." Saying, the maid was about to give him the letter.

Lucifer's eyes widened as soon as he heard the name, and he quickly snatched the letter from her hand.

D. Dawson!

Derek was dead. That was indeed Devin. Lucifer thought.

He quickly tore the envelope and opened the letter. And what was written at the letter boiled his blood.

*Mafia King Lucifer Martinez,

I know you have missed me a lot. Hadn’t you missed me, why would you rummage through the entire America, Europe in search of me?

Lucifer, I didn’t send this letter to say hello. Let's get to the point.

How is my pet doing? The same pet whom you brought in your home and fucking every day.

Yeah, I am talking about Camelia. I know you must be worrying about her disease. I am sending this letter to lessen the load of your worry a bit. After all, we have a history of great enmity together.

To say loud and clear, there's no cure of Camelia's disease. She was kidnapped, remember? At that time she was injected with a new type of virus. And the symptoms her body is showing are results of that virus. Her condition will worsen day by day, and she will die within 7 days if she doesn’t get the antidote. Highest she can live up to ten days. The virus is new and created by the scientists I recruited. So, only I have the antidote.

Now question is, do you want that antidote? Do you want to save her? How desperate you are to save her? To which length will you go to save her?

If you want to save her, you have to give her back to me. If I can't get her, I will kill her but won’t let her be with you. She is mine and I will save her if you send her to me. But that's not all, king. I want the ruling power to rule Newyork, Kansas, Chicago, Oklahoma, California, Nevada and Florida. You have to step down, Lucifer.

And before you do that, you have to break Camelia's heart and tell her that your sight disgusts you so you are leaving her. You just used for sex. Tell her this and breakup with her. As a proof send me the audio recording. I want to hear her crying. I missed her cries.

Lucifer, all the conditions I stated are valueless if you don't want to save Camelia. But if you want to save her, you must do these all and as soon as possible. She doesn’t have much time.

Your greatest enemy,

Devin.*

Lucifer let out a loud roar in anger as he crumpled the letter. Devin finally did strike.

And now Lucifer could understand what he was doing with ARL, the shady medical center. He planned this a long ago. He was working to create this new virus all the time, so he could destroy Lucifer. He played dirty.

**Flashback ends**