Chapter 107

"The nettle of remorse now stung so sharp, whatever else had drawn me most to love became for me my utmost enemy."

-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy

A Queen of Hell? Me?

He was funny, really, really funny. He couldn't possibly believe that I would want to stay in the underworld. I didn't think he realised how ridiculous and crazy that actually sounded.

Okay, Lucifer was my father and he had been testing me to see if I was capable of killing that bitch Alexis, who was technically his ex-lover. He stared at me and everything he said was slowly beginning to sink in. Lucifer had been using me this entire time and I hated that I didn't see it.

And my poor mother, she had been a victim. Someone had poisoned her, just because she was involved with him. I should have suspected that her death wasn't coincidental. Being young and naive wasn't an excuse anymore.