Chapter 77 Kill Her
Lorenzo’s POV
I pushed the door open and something heavy fell inward.
A body.
Kim stumbled into the room, catching herself at the last second like she’d been leaning against the door the whole time. Her heel slid across the floor, her shoulder hitting the wall, but her eyes were already on me sharp and focused. She must have heard everything. Every word and sound.
She straightened slowly, smoothing her dress with trembling fingers that pretended to be calm. Her lips parted like she wanted to explain, to justify herself, to pretend she hadn’t been listening.
I didn’t give her that chance.
I looked at her once, cold, tired, and so done. Then I walked past her without a word. I didn’t have the patience for anything else.
I strode down the hallway, my boots striking the marble floor in hard, measured steps. Each sound echoed too loud, matching the pulse pounding in my head. Nolan’s face burned behind my eyes, his nerve, his boldness, the way he’d looked at Evelyn like she was something he could take.
Like she wasn’t already claimed.
I was halfway down the corridor when I heard heels clicking behind me.
“Lorenzo…..”
I didn’t stop. I already knew who it was.
“Lorenzo!” Kim rushed after me, her voice sharp with irritation. “You’re letting her get into your head again.”
I turned so suddenly she nearly ran straight into my chest.
She froze, but only for a second.
“You’re losing control,” she continued, lowering her voice as if that softened the insult. “You’re letting a human girl twist your emotions. Do you even hear yourself anymore?”
I stepped closer, closing the space between us until she had to tilt her head up to look at me. My voice dropped.
“Choose your next words carefully.”
She swallowed. I saw it from the quick movement of her throat, the flash of hesitation. But she pushed past it.
“You’re being soft,” she said. “And softness is dangerous.” Her eyes narrowed. “This isn’t the Lucifer I used to know.”
That name scraped against something raw inside me. A reminder of who I was. Or who I am.
I turned away and continued walking, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction.
But Kim didn’t back off.
She followed me, her voice loud enough to carry down the hall, loud enough for anyone listening to hear.
“What will you say when everyone finds out?” she asked. “When they realize the great Lucifer is falling for the girl he’s supposed to be punishing. She stole from you. And instead of making her pay, you hide her away like she matters.”
That was the moment I should’ve snapped.
The moment rage should’ve torn through me and shut her up for good.
Instead, everything inside me went quiet.
Her words sank in, heavy and unwelcome. No matter how much I wanted to deny it. I reached my office door and shoved it open.
The familiar scent of old books, leather, and iron wrapped around me. Normally, it could have grounded me. But Tonight, it did nothing to calm the storm crushing my chest.
I walked in and slammed the door behind us.
Kim didn’t flinch.
That irritated me more than her words.
I moved toward my desk, loosening my jacket, pacing back and forth like a caged predator with nowhere to strike.
“I thought we were past this,” she said. “I thought we were finally where we were meant to be.”
I didn’t answer.
“I thought now that you’ve found me as Delilah,” she continued, her voice sharpening, “we’d be planning. Preparing the announcement. Letting everyone know that the almighty Lucifer has found his missing lover.”
I stopped pacing and slowly turned to face her.
She smiled sheepishly, like someone who believed they’d finally won.
“I thought you’d be organizing a ceremony by now,” she said. “A crowning. Me, ruling hell beside you. Not chasing after Evelyn like some spirit husband who can’t let go.”
My jaw locked. Teeth grinding so hard the sound filled the room.
“You’re giving her power over you,” Kim added quietly. “And she knows it.”
“Enough!” My voice cracked through the room, sharp enough to make the air vibrate.
She paused, but didn’t lower her gaze.
I moved around the desk and dropped heavily into my chair, rubbing a hand over my face.
Guilt crept in, slow and cruel.
I had promised myself that the day I found Delilah would be the day I presented her to my subjects. The day I made them bow before her as my queen. Now it felt like I was betraying my own vow.
The worst is that I couldn’t even imagine telling anyone that Kim was the woman I once loved.
Kim stepped closer, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Let me help you,” she said softly. “Let me help you forget what’s troubling you.”
I looked up at her.
“Give me the chance to prove I’m her,” she said. “Let me be Delilah to you again. Forget Evelyn.”
A low growl escaped my chest before I could stop it.
“Stop trying, I can’t.”
Her brows pulled together. “Why…..?”
I stood abruptly, my chair scraping loudly across the floor.
“Because Evelyn has my power,” I snapped. “And I can’t just leave her with that. You know it.”
The words felt heavy at the tip of my tongue because I knew so well that what I had just said was not entirely the truth.
Kim went still. Not shocked, just……thinking.
She stepped back, her eyes narrowing slightly, her head tilting as something clicked into place.
Then her lips curled.
“What if we erase her?” she said.
The words felt wrong the moment they left her mouth.
“What?” I asked coldly.
She clasped her hands together, excitement flickering in her eyes. “What if you kill her?”
The words rang in my ears un a dark way. Before I could react, she rushed on.
“I’ve read about it,” she said quickly. “Ancient texts. Forbidden books. When power is transferred into a human, killing the host releases the spirit. You can take it back once the soul leaves the body.”
Disgust twisted through me.
“You sound pathetic,” I said flatly.
I turned away, grabbing a file from my desk, flipping it open just to keep my hands busy.
“I’m offering solutions,” she insisted. “You don’t have to love her. You don’t even have to touch her. Just end it.”
My hand slammed down on the desk.
“N.O.” The word tore out of me. “No!”
The sound echoed off the walls.
Kim flinched hard.
Her shoulders drew up instinctively, breath catching unevenly in her chest. The smug certainty drained from her face as her eyes flicked around the room, at the walls, back to me. The room went still and too quiet.
“But……” she tried again.
I lifted my head slowly, stopping her with a single look. The rest of her words died in her throat.
That was when the knock came in sharp and sudden. Just Three raps on the door. My teeth clenched, anger burned through me, thick and suffocating.
“Get in,” I growled.