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Chapter 6: Home Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 5 - Acceptance – LittleFallenPrincess     “This is worse than the fiery pit we call home.” “Tell me about it,” Lucifer sighed from the comfort of the recliner, the one next to the sofa I was currently spread across like I owned the thing. “We’d both rather be back in Hell rather than here.” “We’ve played every board game the perfect couple has… twice!” “If Bea had left us with the password for her game console, we could’ve at least played that.” It had been a few days at this point, just Lucifer and I, alone, in Beatrice’s secret house that she lives in with her girlfriend. It was actually a really nice place, really cosy. I dare say… I’d actually prefer a little place like this rather than Vic’s mansion. Don’t get me wrong, I love living in a huge place… lots of room to run about and that’s where my nursery is, and I love the cinema room and… nah, who am I kidding? I would love for Vic to buy a place like this for us both. It’s so much more… cosier. We could still have my nursery and a nice little gaming setup for me, but with a much warmer, much more homely living room and kitchen. Even the bathroom was really small and cosy. Perfect for intimate showers… But just how long had I felt this way? Vic’s place had always seemed like home, always seemed perfect… but now, even after only a few days in this little cottage, I was doubting everything. Just how much had I just accepted for Vic? I love the woman… but I don’t like the manor. It’s too big for the two of us. Especially since Bea left. So if I didn’t like the house we lived in… what else was I just accepting? “Oi… earth to Nia…” “What?” I snapped back at my sister. “You were drifting. Again. What are you worrying about this time?” “Just… Vic,” I replied, knowing that there was no way I could get away with just saying ‘nothing’ to my sister. She has this annoying ability to draw out what is bothering me… and that has always pissed me off. “Again?” “Not the same thing… mostly.” “What now?” she asked. “I… want a home like this.” “This little thing? Isn’t that a bit of a downgrade from a manor home?” Luci laughed. “Why’d you want something so… ‘quaint’?” “It’s cute. And cosy. And warm. And… it feels like more of a home.” “Why don’t you tell Vic then? I’m sure she could just buy a new place. That chick is loaded.” “I…” “Oh. I get it. You’re wondering what else you don’t like about your relationship. Uh oh. Spiralling like that doesn’t lead anywhere good, sis. Believe me.” “It’s not just Vic. Or the manor. Or anything. Like… despite how bratty I am…” “...Which to say is extremely bratty…” Lucifer chimed in before I could finish. “Yes, thank you, dear sister… as I was saying… despite how bratty I am, I don’t feel like I’m in control of my life.” “How so?” “I sided with you in the rebellion. That was the last time I felt in control of everything… and then I was punished for it. I was controlled by Dad by living as a demon, forced to forget my old life, forced to punish sinners.” “You did punish them in your own unique way though… you had control of that!” “Yeah but that’s me testing the limits of my prison. Same with now.” Luci’s eyebrow raised and she gave me a very judgemental look. “You see your life with Vic as a prison?” she asked. “No! I mean… not entirely. But…” “But?” “I was forcibly summoned from Hell. Partially thanks to you, of course. Then I was bound to Vic. Then we fell in love. All set up from the get-go.” “You decided to fall in love…” she argued, but I knew her argument was flimsy. “Because you set us up! Because despite my impulsive behaviour… I am easily readable.” “So how else do you feel like you’re not in control of your life?” “This whole wing thing!” “Ah. Yeah. I can see how that would be difficult. I can’t argue with you there.” “I’m being messed about by cosmic forces… again… and I’m sick of it! Am I a demon? Am I an angel? Who the fuck knows? Mum certainly doesn’t. Dad probably does, but he’s the only one, and he won’t tell me even if I begged and sucked up to him, stroking his enormous ego. I’m being messed around and I’m fucking sick of it!” “Then take control again, dipshit!” Lucifer snapped at me. That outburst made me laugh more than anything. “I thought you were the wordsmith of the family, sis? Or are you taking a page from the Nia playbook?” I teased her. “I’m never saying norks, but yes, I look up to you. Even though you’re my little sister and you’re much shorter than me so physically I can’t. Seriously, I’m so fucking proud of you for everything you’ve done, everything you’ve gained, despite Dad being a colossal dick to you. You found love. The first angel to do so. Michael’s bastard son wasn’t born out of love… even if the little shit does love him. You, sister, are the first to fall in love with someone.” “But what if that was all decided for me? I mean you and Bea set it up perfectly…” “We knew you’d be a match. Just like humans do when they set up friends with each other. But we did not make you love the woman. You’re the one who stuck around after your bond was broken, you’re the one who agreed to marry her. You went to Hell for her, for Dad’s sake!” “I…” “And regarding your wing sitch… who cares if you’re angel or demon? Take a page from Lucy’s book… define yourself, don’t let others define you! Fuck expectations, fuck people telling you or making you who you don’t want to be. Be a demon, be an angel, be whatever the fuck you want. We have a literal goddess for a mother… you can always ask her to change you into anything you want!” This. This is why I love my sister. Sure, she’s a massive flirt to everything on two legs (though even then that isn’t always a limit, I’ve seen a few monstrum ‘walk of shame’ out of her room in hell that have more than 2 legs), she’s a rebel and she’s always depicted as cruel and evil… but to me she’s always been my protective big sister. I’m one of the few who gets to see this side of her, the side she hides from everyone but is always there… her compassionate side. “What about Vic?” “Tell her how you feel, you dumb baby! Tell her you want to move into a house like this. Tell her she needs to get her head out of her books and be there for you. Tell her you’re sorry for being a massive bitch to her lately. She’ll apologise for being distant lately and then you two will kiss and make up. But for Dad’s sake… do not be complacent. Vic wouldn’t want you to be. She wants you to be honest with her. She loves you, for fucks sake. Tell her how much you need her and tell her what you want from your relationship. It can’t just be you rolling over and accepting everything.” “I… thanks…” Instead of taking the compliment like a normal person… Lucifer grinned. “You’re welcome, you little shit. Now call Vic and get her over here. I'll disappear into the bedroom whilst you have a chat with her.” “...Thanks, sis.” “Anytime. Now don’t go screwing up this amazing thing you have.” ---------------------------------- “Have you seen Vic?” I asked Beth, who was currently booking someone in at the front desk. I know I was supposed to stay put in Bea’s place, but I’m sure being in the Sanctuary for like five minutes whilst I get someone to bring Vic back won’t hurt. And it’s not like anyone can just find the open portal to Bea’s house, it’s only visible to those who Bea allows to see it. And hey, if I just don’t pull my wings out of the ether, there are no feathers to take, right? They don’t technically exist until I pull them out, so I’m fine… right? “She’s in my library here. I told her she could continue her research using my resources. Why? Want to slag her off again?” she scolded me, giving me the dirtiest look right now. “Beth… I’m sorry.” Okay, that got more of a shock out of my friend than I had expected. Am I really that much of a bitch that she wasn’t expecting me to apologise? “Nia, it’s okay. You were right. I’m not upset with you… I’m more upset with myself. I do tend to judge people a bit too quickly, often being the sensible and boring one between my sister and I… when it was my own reckless stupidity that raised my girlfriend from the dead, which led to the existence of the Sanctuary. I’m just as rash as everyone else, and I need to stop pretending I’m not. But…” “I don’t like your ‘but’s.” “But… you still need to cut your fiancée some slack.” “I know. That’s why I want to talk to her. We were both in the wrong… and talking to my sister has opened my eyes a bit as to what I do and don’t want in my life. And I know I shouldn’t be out here… so can you please tell Vic I’m sorry and that I’d really appreciate it if she comes back to the cottage so we can talk?” “You’re a much better person than you think you are, Nia. Stop seeing yourself as the demon you were turned into, and more of the angel you were.” “Right now… I don’t feel like either. But that’s my thing to process and work out. But I do need to talk to my fiancée about things, so please let her know I’d like to speak?” “I will do. Go back to the cottage, it’s dangerous for you to be out here, I’ll tell her to pop round soon.” I smiled and nodded, before heading off back to the portal… but not before I turned back around and asked the one thing I nearly forgot about. “Oh… and if you can get in touch with Bea, can you get the password for her console or her streaming services? We’re bored out of our minds.”   Twenty minutes passed, and I nervously waited on the sofa, wondering what the hell I was going to say to Vic. Lucifer was waiting with me, ready to hide away in another room once Vic was here, to give us both some space and privacy to talk. That… is when the door knocked. “Come in!” Lucifer yelled out. I could see all the way from the sofa through the hallway, so I got a good view of the front door opening… and Vic’s teary face appearing on the other side of it. Fuck. See, I know that she was in the wrong. I also know that I had been a bit mean in my responses earlier. But now that I’ve seen her crying? I feel like everything is my fault. And so my stupid brain started thinking of all the apologies I’d have to make. Whilst my brain was thinking of the apologies, my body started acting without its counterpart instructing it, so I pounced up off the sofa, onto my feet, and ran full steam ahead towards Vic. Thankfully, she had quick reactions and opened her arms in time for me to plow into her body (and my face right into her boobs), with both of us wrapping our arms around the other. “I missed you too, baby.” “Please can we never fight again?” “We can certainly give it a go.” “I’ll give you two some space. Feel free to have the living room, just knock on the door when you’re done banging or whatever you do to make up,” Lucifer said as she walked past, heading into the bedroom and closing the door. Once I heard the lock on it, I pulled away from Vic and smiled up at her, tears streaming, with the biggest smile on my face. “Want… to sit down?” I asked, my voice rather hoarse right now after crying into her boobs. She nodded, so I used that to grab her hand and pull her to the sofa back in the living room. We both sat down next to each other and… both of us went silent. But something was up. It wasn’t all hugs and kisses and everything… like I was expecting. Maybe I was being a bit too childish thinking we could just kiss straight away. I guess we need to have a talk first, to actually apologise to each other. “So…” I began, trying to be the mature adult I needed to be. “I’m sorry for how I-” “Nia…” Vic interrupted. “Yes?” “...I think we need to take a break.”         ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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