Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,13

houses a soul can create life. If you had a child without a soul, it wouldn’t be something that you’d want. The child wouldn’t love you back. It would be a soulless being that never held emotion or knew what they were. You and the other furies that Nyx created know what you should feel. You can experience emotions because you once knew them with a fire that others without a soul would not understand. The sacrifice you and Joshua made was a selfless act that allowed you to be brought back to serve a greater purpose. What Lucifer is offering you, it can be done. But what you would create would be a monster. One that would destroy this world and any other they could reach.”

Tears burned my eyes and trickled down my cheeks. “I want our son back, Lucian. I want to be a mother to him. My only choice, or decision as his mother, was to free him from this world and what Lucifer and Katarina intended for him. To protect you from what they wanted you to do to our son. I deserve to be a mother.”

“You are a mother, Lena. You are a mother because you did what no one else could do for our son. You allowed him to escape a life of horror and pain. That is something only a mother would choose, knowing you’d be left with the loss and that pain. You will be Makenna’s mother when we get her back. If there were another way for you to have a child, I would find it if that is what you wanted, but not in the way that Lucifer offered. He’d demand you were his, and I’d destroy everything to get you back from him.”

“I don’t want him or his child. I want yours, but I wouldn’t let you destroy this world, Lucian.”

He smirked, letting his entire body to change while I regarded him. Souls pushed against the armor that he now wore, glowing an eerie blue color, and his eyes became a clear portal, allowing me a deeper view of his world. I lifted my hand, cupping his sharp jawline as his solid form blurred, and offered me a rare look at what he was. What he was. He wasn’t human. He wasn’t even a thing. He was everything and nothing at the same time.

“I didn’t say you’d get a choice in me destroying the world, sweet girl. I said I would destroy it, and no one could stop me if I decide to do so. Do you understand that? I am the one the gods fear and cannot control. I am the oldest living thing inside this world, far older than that little boy who offered you what you crave most, knowing your vulnerabilities because he created those weaknesses within you. Remember that because I have no mercy. I don’t care if this world continues turning on its pathetic fucking axis. I only care that you’re mine and with me. If you’re not, then I have no reason to protect this world you love so much from continuing to exist. I would swallow it whole and watch it burn without caring who suffered. You are my world, Magdalena. Without you, everything else ceases to exist.”

I swallowed past the fear and warmth of his words. Still staring up into his iridescent gaze, he lifted his hands, wiping away my tears before lowering his lips, brushing them against my forehead. I whispered his name softly, and his voice echoed through my mind as I heard the distant screams of souls crying out in pain. He would destroy the world for me. I didn’t need to question it because Lucian didn’t make idle threats, ever.

Most men bought women flowers or trinkets.

Not Lucian. No, not him.

He promised to eradicate worlds for me and murder anyone who stood in our way.

He wasn’t a hero or even cared about the archetype that the world labeled him. He didn’t play by the same rules we did. He’d probably been present when the rules were created and laughed when he was told to follow them. He was that old. Lucian was the villain, and I was the woman he wanted at his side, burning down the world if it threatened our goals.

World peace, my ass; I didn’t care about peace or rules.

This world hadn’t given a shit about me, and I wasn’t about to care about it now. Lucian was all that mattered, and as long as