faced us since I first got to claim her. Since she first stepped back into my world and unknowingly sealed her fate the moment she smiled at me. The moment I saw her in that dress and heard her laugh. The moment I saw the weird toy shit in her apartment.
Everything she did made her mine, and little did I know that with every minute spent with her, she was entwining a web around us both. One that grew tighter and tighter until I took control. And all because I told Dom, my once King, that I would stand in his place and go to see his daughter. The plan had been simple, indulge in the sight of her for an evening, tease her cruelly, all before getting what I wanted and walking away. Walking away and taking the memory of her with me to last the next ten fucking years!
But then could I really be surprised, as often all it took was one taste for an addiction to start. And one taste was all it took for this king to fall under her spell, one she had no fucking clue she had been weaving.
Her web of love and addiction.
And all from a single night when stepping up to her back and announcing to her my presence. Back in that museum where everyone else around us could have been slaughtered and in pieces on the floor for all I cared, for I would not have noticed… not when she was in the room.
These thoughts were a fucking eye opener for me, considering where we were now, in the very last place I ever expected to be waiting for my Chosen One! Waiting for my fated Electus to be brought to me, brought to my very own Kingdom of Death of all places! It was a nightmare, nothing short of a Gods be damned nightmare! And one I was being forced to fucking live through just as she was. I vaguely remember an easier time where most of my worries centred around her future and how I could entwine it so tightly with my own, doing so that she would never have chance to escape it. How I did everything in my power to ensure Amelia’s happiness when living in my mountain castle, without her precious job or little fucking apartment in Twickenham.
As for now, then all my fucking worries just included trying to keep the girl alive, and doing so long enough so I could get her back to some shred of normality! And well, not being down in Hell would certainly help with that… fuck! But I was still so angry at her for what she did. For this all began when she didn’t listen to me and stepped through the Tree of Souls!
Anger was most definitely a fire that burned brighter the longer I was here and in my demon form. But without my Amelia to help calm me, to keep me grounded and not lose the last shreds of my humanity all together, it was getting harder by the second. Because this was what it was like to be a ruler in Hell and exactly why I had no fucking desire for any of it!
In fact, I didn’t know how Dariush had done it for so long without losing himself completely. It had been one of the reasons he had been so good at it and if it had been possible, then I would have abdicated long ago and thrown the fucking title at him whilst running out the door! But fucking Lucifer, old daddy dearest, wouldn’t have allowed that, no, not for his favourite son or greatest accomplishment to slip completely through his fingers.
Asshole.
But only what must have been an hour later and Carn’reau, just like the last time, was walking in my office. And just like last time the same fucking words snapped out of my mouth like a live wire lashing out electricity.
“I don’t know what is taking them so long!” I ground out through my teeth as my second in command could see how close to the edge I was. A laughable statement considering my demon had fully taken over both my appearance and very near the last of my senses. But even in this demonic body, one that hummed with unleashed power, I was still aware enough to think of the guilt I would feel when bringing down that fucking blade on my brother's head. Even despite knowing of his guilt. knowing