Chapter 5 - Hell

(Angies POV)

1 year ago ( Flashback)

"Paradise?" I said while walking around the apartment Paradise and I once shared with each other.

"Wherrree are yooouuu?"

I chuckled to myself. I could smell her fear, I guess Emrick told her I was the one attempting to kill her in her sleep.

"What are you doing here?"

she responded back hesitantly as she slowly stepped off the last step.

"You have some nerve showing up here after trying to kill me in my dreams. We were supposed to be friends, best-friends Angie, or should I say, Angeline."

I looked at her and tilted my head to the side. Who was she to call me by my demon name, a simple weak human, calling me by my name, Angeline? This time I let out the most powerful growl a demon girl could let out.

"I WAS YOUR FRIEND, BUT YOU FAILED TO LISTEN TO ME WHEN I FOUND OUT THAT YOU WERE THE MATE OF A MAN THAT COMMITTED A VERY BAD CRIME TOWARDS ME AND MY MATE! DO YOU ACTUALLY THINK I CAN STILL BE FRIENDS WITH YOU PARADISE!

I took a deep breath.

I slowly walked away while shaking my head. I lifted two fingers in the air and turned around. Two years Paradise, that's all you have..two....years.

After that...

I come back.

She sucked in a breath and grabbed her chest, while I winked at her and walked away slowly without shutting the door behind me. I wanted her to watch me walk away. I wanted her to fear for her life, I wanted her to report to Emrick. I wanted him to know what it felt like to lose something you loved the most.

End of Flashback

"Angeline, Baby, what's wrong? You haven't said anything since we've started."

I pushed Damian off of me and headed for the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me the whole time, so, I decided to tease him a little more. I dropped my towel and bent down to pick it up as Damian released the darkest, yet, sexiest growl known to any demon, except for me.

"Don't tease me, baby girl, I might just take you in the shower." He chuckled.

I quickly picked up my towel and stepped in the bathroom and locked the door. Damian was cute and all but he was not my mate. I just slept with him from time to time to get my mind off of things.

I needed to stop doing that because his feelings for me were growing and I didn't know how he would take it if and when I decide to break it off with him.

I just needed him for another year and if everything goes as planned he'll most likely get killed in combat, so, I wouldn't have to break it off with him, but I'm still coming up with a backup plan because you never know how dirty Emrick will get to protect the ones he loves.

Damian was far from stupid and he was quite fast on picking up unwanted energy or in other words leaving my room because our session was done. At least I didn't have to tell him to leave which of course caused me to start smirking.

My father was quick on his toes in regards to the announcement of his daughter arriving with prisoners. Caught up in my own thoughts was an understatement, and of course, he would interrupt this internal nature of mine with his authoritative nature.

"ANGELINE! GET IN HERE NOW! "

His voice rumbled in vibration with the rolling of my eyes. I finished up in the bathroom and quickly threw on some clothes. He was something else in his personal realm of hell.

"Yes, father ?"

I bowed my head to show the king some respect. Even though I was royalty, the things I planned on doing and have been doing could get me in some trouble. We didn't have to like each other but for my plan to work I had to respect him.

"The prisoners that you have downstairs.. they are asking for a woman named Paradise." He slit his eyes at me as I opened my mouth to speak. "Th--"

"Who are they, Angeline?"

He slowly rose from his throne and walked over to me. I placed my hands on my hips. The power radiating from his energy to mine was less than intimidating and yet he continued.

"I asked you a question girl, now answer me."

The volume in his voice increased as the base decreased causing me to roll my eyes.

"Who. Are. They.?"

I repeated out loud whilst giving him a deep evil grin.

"Those people are the people that will die if my plans do not go the way I want them to go," I said as I walked away from my father and walked towards his throne.

"You see, you're older now so the bad things that you used to do.. are the bad things that I am doing now. The difference between me and you though, I have a reason father, I have a reason." He put his head in his hands.

"Your mother was kissing another guy, what was I supposed to do Angeline ?"

He shook his head and laughed.

"She was kissing another guy after confessing her love to me."

He shook his head and smiled to himself as if the memory of the two being together was actually something beautiful and sweet.

Before he could finish his story I interrupted him.

"And you had sex with another woman the night after you told my mother 'I do', you are no better than her"

I shook my head and headed for the door.

"The both of you created the monster that I am today."

I didn't give him time to respond. I headed straight to my room and slammed the door. Thank God Damian took the hint and left, I really wasn't feeling the company or another round of sex. I just wanted to sleep and that's exactly what I did.

I couldn't imagine him waiting here for me in the state that I was at this moment. Hurtful things come from a damaged soul in that particular moment and or time. So I dreamed away the pain of my mother.

***

"Mommy? Where are you, mommy? I can't find you ?"

I looked down and realized that I wasn't the older Angeline anymore but the younger version of me. I knew this place all too well, a dear memory.

"Mommy, there's blood everywhere, where are you?"

I hurried through the path that led to the castle but for some reason, I wasn't moving. How could this be? Was something trapping me in a nightmare, that I would trap one in myself? Was I the killer and destroyer of my own self in critical memory?

"Mommy, is that you ?"

I walked towards a tree and sat down under it and started to cry. There was blood everywhere. I knew something was wrong. I knew something bad had happened.

"Angeline, come here baby girl."

I ran to my fathers' arms and started crying harder. Emotions that I, myself did not understand yet felt in all its wholeness started to arise. My soul was ripped from me and I knew it, somehow, I did.

"Why are you crying baby girl, what's the matter?"

My father reached out and started to rub circles on my back. I shook my head and whimpered as I leaned into my father's caring touch, offering me the support I needed from a tragedy I could not speak for in its complete truth, for I was sitting in the middle of a misunderstanding lie myself.

"I can't find mommy and she's not answering my calls. Mommy would not answer my calls."

I looked up at my dad as he stood up and grabbed my hand.. we started walking.

"Here she is."

He put his head down and started shaking it. His stature covered the end of my world and the beginning of destruction that would soon boil thick inside me.

His structure blocked the damage that was already planned, already done, no turning back. My fate was to be cold, love never gave me a chance. His structure spoke of unspoken truths ready to defend attempted lies on why something as this could have occurred.

"I lost control Angeline, she was kissing another guy, and I simply lost control."

He started to sob as if he actually held any kind of remorse for my dead mother. I didn't understand the full concept of losing control when it trapped you in its lie of allowing a reoccurrence but of course I was young.

I stood, I watched, I listened to try to understand and yet the circle brought me back to never being able to grasp the concept that my father actually killed my mother.

I fell to my knees and grabbed as much of my mother as I could and cradled her in my arm, whispering to her that it was going to be okay. I promised her that when the time was right I would get revenge.

The little girl from that day changed into something horrific, something dead, something cold. I was no longer warm filled and flavorful but drastically reborn in the midst of a traumatic uncovering.

I kissed my mother and held her one last time. I walked away while tears constantly rolled down my face.

Staying and watching her in the state that she was in was nothing of degrading to her, heartbreaking to my young soul. Could I die? Be reborn and then die again from tragics this deep and low bearing; stabbing the guts of the many lives that I have had before me.

"The day will come when hell will overrun you and I will seek revenge."

I winked at him and headed towards the castle where my mother would never walk again. I grew up that night, I changed that night. Metamorphosis of pain covered, drenched, sight, and senses all reflecting the deranged yet dangerous color red.

***

I let out an exasperated breath and reached for my cell phone. Trembles shot through me, aftershocks of demonic nightmares about my mother. Something I still have yet to get over but has sparked once again, with being placed back in the energy that created this dear old Frankenstein.

I needed to call Damian and let off some anger, so I dialed his number with an invitation to come up. Thirty seconds later he was knocking on my door. Creepy if you ask me but pleasure is not picky when especially in the state and situation that I am currently laying in.

"Took you look enough."

I grabbed his face and shoved my tongue down his throat. I needed this, I needed all this hurt to go away, all this anger to melt away until the time was right. I wanted it sucked out of me, pulled out of me, touched off me. I needed sexual release.

He growled while throwing me on the bed, destroying my clothes in the mix. Kissing my body was always the start but sucking all over my body was something new. The boy came back strong and twice as hard every time.

I smiled to myself, this would be a little harder than I thought it would be. His exploring tongue pulled me from the extremities of my own battled thoughts as he started to suck on my nipples.

Slowly my body lifted in command to the two fingers sliding their way inside my pleasure.

He knew just exactly what to do to a girl and that's why I kept him around. Drenched in a flow of lustful passion, as if a cloud had hovered its was in my room and let out droplets of K&Y.

He slammed himself into me as I dug my nails into his back, making him explore my pleasure deeper and deeper. His pace started to increase as my passion for overload let out warnings, I couldn't take it anymore.

I screamed out his name as he screamed out mine, allowing us both to reach our peaks. I rolled over and asked him not to leave.

I needed someone to stay with me tonight. I couldn't be alone, I didn't need to be. I missed her, I dreamed of her, and I needed someone to hold me.. I knew Damian would do it. I almost felt bad because I was using him but hey I'm going to hell anyway.