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My conversation with Carlisle was quite enlightening, to say
the least.
And by enlightening, it scared the shit out of me. I’d met
the man who adopted Edward as his own, but was, for all intents and purposes,
his boss. As I puttered in the kitchen, Carlisle stood and shifted
uncomfortably. “I can help you, Bella,” he said. “I should be serving you.”
“What’s this?” I asked, laughing and pointing to Edward’s
Keurig.
“Um, a blender?” he chuckled with an adorable crease between
his eyes. I shook my head. “Grill pan?”
“Nope! It’s a coffee maker,” I giggled. “Don’t worry about
helping me with making breakfast. I’ve survived most of my life fending for
myself.” Carlisle frowned deeply, frustration marring his handsome face. I ignored
it and I made myself some oatmeal, adding some fresh berries to it, along with
cinnamon and nutmeg. “Would you like some?”
“No thank you,” he said, wrinkling his nose. “I don’t need
to eat.”
“Really? I know that Edward has to eat if he’s been injured.
Sleep, too,” I said. “Is that true for you?”
“Only if I’m gravely injured with a poison arrow from
Lucifer,” Carlisle muttered. “It happened once, during the last invasion by him
and his evil minions. My mate, Esme, who is also a Dominion, was able to heal
me and I slept for almost a month, devouring an entire cow.”
“Was that when Edward was exiled?” I asked. “Well, before he
was exiled?”
Carlisle nodded, sighing deeply. “What happened was not
entirely his fault, but it was a part of the reason why he was exiled. Edward
is a good man, a strong man and he hates when there is anyone in his region in
pain. He felt the fake pain of Lucifer, trying to help him and it was a gradual
change. By the time, he realized that he was helping Lucifer, he tried his hardest
to stop it. He freed so many concentration camps, including Jasper’s. He used
all his powers, trying to end it all and it helped tremendously. He used his
power of persuasion, tricking the human inside of Lucifer’s minion. The human,
Hitler, died at his own hand, but it was under Edward’s mind control and his
guilt that caused him to kill himself,” Carlisle said. “The war ended, but He
was so upset, desperate to recycle Edward. He’d committed the worst crime that
an angel could commit. Alice fought for him, his team fought for him, but it
was my testimony and my belief that he could be redeemed that sent him to exile
down to Earth.”
“And now?” I asked.
“And now, Edward’s been redeemed and is now working for me
once again,” Carlisle said, sitting down across from me. “Bella, you are
important to him, to us.”
“Everyone says that and I don’t understand why,” I said,
moving to the sink and doing my dishes, scrubbing my bowl with a little too
much vigor.
“I’m not at liberty to say that, but you cannot fall for
Lucifer’s tricks. If you become a part of his plan, unknowingly joining his
minions, you would tip the balance of power to evil, to the darkness,” Carlisle
growled. “Did Edward tell you how to know if someone you know is under
Lucifer’s influence?”
“Black eyes,” I whispered. “No color.”
“It’s more than that. There’s no white. The entire eye is
black, Bella,” Carlisle explained. He took out a cell phone from his pocket,
hitting it on the counter. “How does this work? I have a picture on this
contraption.”
“Give me that,” I said, swiping my finger across the screen.
“When was the last time you were on Earth?”
“World War II,” he replied, smiling wryly. “Technology has changed. And Alice likes to tease me
that I’m older than dirt.”
“Are you older than dirt?” I giggled.
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