One dies another one rise- sequel to The Truth about hell.

Katerina is an 18 year old girl living with a cop who saved her from her father's hands. She is living a normal life(well as normal as she can) when suddenly a guy shows up who calls himself Lucifer, the King of Hell and that they are meant to be. At first she thinks that he must be crazy until some things happen that even she can't explain that causes her to discover that the world isn't as black and white as she first thought. Will she choose Lucifer who she feels strongly attracted to? Or the man that has stood beside her who she thought to be the love of her life?


29. Chapter 28

~~I pull her down to one of the abandoned houses where all the former residents where either gassed or died of coldness cause of the big hole in the roof. I put her on one of the metal beds, and crouch down in front of her seeing her now filthy face with tear strips down her chin, nervously she wipe some of the dirt of her face,, I'm sorry you had to see that” I mumble not sure how I should react, she is scared of me, for a good reason.
Even though the Josef kids normally don’t see the horror in the camp cause they don’t live in it don’t mean they haven't seen the horror from the experiments that come back to the house they live in. she don’t see the real horror of the war, but see a horror no child should see either way.
The things Josef does in this camp frightens me sometimes, and I am surprised she hasn’t gone through any of that yet. Or I hope she hasn’t, looking rather healthy she probably hasn’t.
Josef is a man of insanity, that’s why I was and still is a little is intrigued by him, he can come up with horrible things we could use in hell. ,, I saw my dad” she cries looking at me with eyes that shines of hopelessness. I try to touch her chin but she flinch making my heart ache, she shouldn’t be alive yet. And she should differently not live here, of all things she should be Jew in this era.
I look at her not sure what to do, of course she would be scared of me.
For all she knows I'm just another Germany soldier.
,, I want to find my brother” she whimper looking at me with those big blue eyes, and I don’t know how to tell her that he is dead. And I am mostly at fault. ,, I know you're evil, but please” she cries and with a shaky hand takes mine and look pleading at me. I feel my heart break for her, so young. So scared. This should never have happened. I should never have helped Hitler, I should have let him die that night. I can't tell her he's death, and I can definitely not tell her I’m the reason.
I look pleading at the soldier in front of me, everything in me tell me to run, this is one of the men that have killed thousands of my people, and is here. in a camp, working people to death.
but if he wanted me death, I would have, he could have dragged me into one of the shelters, or shoot me or worse. but he didn't, meaning he can't be as bad as the others.
or at least I hope so, he scratch his neck looking at me with those golden eyes, filed with worry.
,, it's night, the guards are out making sure no one try to sneak out of the camp, we need to do this tomorrow” he says with a accent that I can't place but definitely not sound Germans.
,, so you will help me?” I ask feeling a little hope start to spread, he nods and smile shy.
he isn't so bad, maybe he is one of the nice Germans people, they is some dad told us, not all believe in what Hitler said.
I look at the wire bed I'm sitting on, this will not be comfortable, but I have sleep on the ground more often than a normal bed, so I can survive, it's more the big gap in the roof I'm worried about.
Its cold, but the snow has finally stopped. He stands up and say to that I shall wait here, and he will be back in a minute, he walks out the door and a sudden fear of him getting another soldier well up in me. But shortly after he walks through the door his arm filled with blankets.
,, I took those from the soldiers houses, this should help us keep warm tonight” he put one of the blankets out on the bed and make one a pillow while throwing one to me.
I quickly put it around myself, and can't help but feel stupid over I walked out of the house in pants and a shirt and didn't think of taking a jacket with me.
but in the 4  months I been here I haven't really been outside the house, I wasn’t allowed too.
but when Adam was gone and they told me had gone with Josef caused he needed to help him with something but never came back, I couldn’t just go to bed, as they told me.
I needed to find him, he's the last family have. Now that I know dad is death.
I can't believe it. I know that was a possibility, and we wasn’t allowed to see him, but actually see him down that hole, starved, the bruises. The once happy man that was the center of my life now nothing more than another person that died under the war.
The man glance shortly at me while putting the blankets on the bed, shivering I move closer.
I don’t think he wants to kill me, he would have done that by now if he wanted to, I saw the knife he has in his pants lining. But what is it that he wants with me?
,, Lay down, we need to help each other keep warm if we want to survive this night, we are both wet and cold. and it's winter” I nod and sit down to the bed, it won't be the first time I share bed with someone I don’t know, but he wasn’t someone I should be afraid of and was supposed to kill me or rat me out from the moments he laid eyes on me. ,, by the way, what's your name? I don’t think you have told me” he ask putting another blanket around me, I look shortly at him,, Hannah, my name is Hannah” I answer smiling shortly at him.
,, well Hannah I'm Lucifer” he says laying us down.
,, like the devil?” he laughs softly before holding me tight into him.
,, yeah…” he mumbles “ like the devil”

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