Revealing the Monster (Playing with Monsters #4) - Amelia Hutchins Page 0,147
the distance. I no longer moved or felt the furies within me. Someone reached into my rib cage, fishing around inside as a sickening, wet sound filled the air.
Persephone stepped up closer to me, her eyes sliding over the mangled mess of my chest. “Womb,” she stated in a crisp tone. Adam came to her side, handing her a black sack before peering down at me. His eyes were filled with regret. “Give me room to work. Lucian, join Spyder at her side, and prepare to receive the other womb.”
Persephone’s hand pushed into my stomach, and I screamed. I screamed. I came alive in anguish, debilitating pain that had every inch of me feeling everything she did. Her wide blue eyes briefly met mine before she continued.
My entire body vibrated with power and pain. It was the sort of agony that no one should ever feel. I felt her inside my stomach, fishing around in my body. She hummed, watching me as I proceeded to scream, a shrill shriek that hurt my own ears in volume.
“I am Life, and so even the dead feel me, Magdalena. I am sorry about the pain, but in order to save you, we didn’t have time to subdue or lessen it for you,” she explained in a soothing tone. “This is going to sting a little, sweets.”
Her hands ripped my womb from me, and I opened my mouth, screeching as I begged her to stop. My words were jumbled and tears burned my eyes as I pleaded for it to be over. It was too much, and endless. It felt like she was tearing me apart, rearranging organs, and doing so with a butcher’s blade.
Lucian watched Persephone lift her hand, grabbing the blackened, rune-covered womb from her hold. I saw him placing it into the box, one that glowed with ancient crimson-colored words before he opened his mouth and fucking ate it.
This had to be an acid trip gone wrong. He hadn’t just really eaten a fucking box, right? I didn’t have Hades’ part-time wife redoing my insides with red-hot pokers, and my dead family wasn’t really standing around as it all unfolded.
Nope.
Life wasn’t this twisted.
More pain started, and then I felt it. I could feel my soul against my skin. I screamed, begging and pleading, pleading and begging for them to stop. It was wrong. It was right. Nothing made sense.
I sobbed brokenly as Lucian swallowed hard, watching me cry harder than I’d ever cried in my entire short lifespan.
It ached, like everything was on repeat. I felt it all from the moment of my birth until my life had ended at my hand. It was like being forced to watch the lamest, low-budget film with a shitty ending.
Thanatos hummed, his golden needle slowly working while I screamed at him to stop hurting me. He turned me away from Lucian, who had stepped back while they worked.
My eyes slid to the Fates, seeing them thread a spindle. I blinked as one spun the fiber while another held out the length. The third was holding a pair of shears, watching it all with a bored expression on her face.
The thread glowed blue, the size of it getting shorter as they whispered, bowing their heads together. Thunder clapped in the distance, and lightning struck the ground.
The immortals gathered around the Fates as if they sensed someone else coming. I stared through them, ignoring the growing masses while pain continued to tear me apart. Atropos opened the scissors, smiling as she slid them toward the fiber.
The moment she began to close them shut, everyone working on me stepped back, and the thread turned blood red, breaking her shears before she could cut through it. Numbness swallowed me while everything faded away to darkness.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Rebirth wasn’t something I wished to endure, but neither was dying. I’d fought too hard to live, and I sought the life for which I fought. I wanted Lucian above anything else. I needed my monster, and I wanted to be his, the monster he adored and loved above all else. ~Lena
The sound of people talking nearby woke me. I blinked, staring up at the cathedral ceiling above me. Every ache and pain made itself known immediately. I trembled uncontrollably while something blocked my vision of the colorful roof. I opened and closed my eyes as my stomach rumbled, and everything seemed to grow to an unbearable level.
“Stop screaming!” I shouted, listening as my voice echoed around me.