To Slay a Monster, I Had to Become One.
What was worse than having five mates in Hell? Fighting with those mates.
I didn’t want this mating because it’d put everyone I loved in danger, but the assholes still claimed me in front of the Goddess Nyx. There was no going back from that shit.
The burning desire inside me for each of these men didn’t mind the bond, but when they all ganged up against me, I left. I took all the responsibilities of protecting the Dark Souls Academy with me. There was no way these pricks were treating me like a child. My power status outranked all of them now, and they didn’t like that. If we couldn’t work as a team, I’d work solo. I’ve done it my whole life.
I had the power now. War was coming, and I needed to be ready. I just hoped I could do it without my mates because I would have to unless things changed.
There was too much at stake to show weakness, even with my mates. There was no more playing it safe. If I had to torture and unalive everyone in Hell, I would at this point. To slay a monster, I had to become one. Demons fought in blood, after all.
I wouldn’t stop until Lucifer Fucking Morningstar lay at my feet. The big question was, who was going to win this upcoming war? A darkness was growing inside me, and I wasn’t sure I could hold it back. Or if I even wanted to. The numbness it gifted me kept me from breaking down. I had to keep my fingers crossed so the darkness wouldn’t swallow me whole.