Bring Out The Worst In Me

She could not stop crying, the whole way home. Her greatest gift she could give to her husband and it was soiled, she was soiled. Phobus had destroyed her, her brain had just echoed the whole way with those words he spit out at her after he was done with her. "You're pathetic." Her jaws clamped shut as she walked, silent tears streaming down her cheeks as Helius tried to comfort her. She appreciated it, but in her eyes she was just broken and not worth his time anymore. What use was she? What if she had Phobus' children? What would happen to her then?

"Lay down, my love.." She blinked slowly, finally looking to meet his handsome face. She was out of Hawthorne and didn't even realize, she didn't remember walking here, or entering his den that was now hers as well. This was where they were supposed to have their wedding night, it was supposed to be beautiful and magical. She laid down, more tears flowing from her eyes as she stayed stiff. He curled himself around her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "I promise.. my love. Phobus will pay for his actions against you tonight." She sighed softly. A call rang through that made her ears flick, Lucaya would have him murdered surely. "My love. I will make sure Phobus is either executed or held responsible for his actions. Justice will be server, I promise. You stay here. I don't want you anywhere near him. He'll just get off on seeing you hurt." He leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. "I will be back soon, my love. I promise." His kiss on her cheek made her smile softly as he rose and left the den.

The darkness made her fearful, it only reminded her of him. She tried to close her eyes but it only made it worse. Her body rose and emerged for the den, Helius and Kratos had already gone. After some thinking of what she was to do, she got herself together and ran. Her mind went straight to seeing the trial for herself, she wanted to watch him executed for herself. That was the only way she'd truly be able to sleep at night was if she knew he was dead. Her violet eyes watched the terrain as she finally made her way into Hawthorne. She overheard the voices, the anger in them as she watched from the bushes. His own mother and step-father abandon him, his brother deserted him, and his cousin and uncle think he should die.

Finally her father spoke out to him, the hatred dripped from his voice as he threatened Phobus. All she could see was the shadow of the man who had only hours before assaulted and defiled her. With a clenched jaw and hackles raised she leapt from the bushes. Her head hung low in a heavy growl that sounded far too deep to be her own. She climbed to the stone quickly that the man sat on as he was accused, sitting herself on the opposite side of him. Her haunting violet eyes stayed on him in case he tried to move towards her for whatever reason. "My father is right, you don't deserve the air you breathe - And you even more so did not deserve me. That's why you preyed on me, isn't it?" She started, a snarl flashed across her face. "You deserve nothing of me. Should Lucaya grant it, I'd like to take your head for myself."

Why was he so silent? She wanted him to suffer her wrath. "You're absolutely disgusting, do you want to know why I didn't want to marry you? Because I feared you, I despised you and the very way you carried yourself. All high and mighty like you were the best god damn thing to walk the Earth." Her snarl turned into a sadistic smirk. "There's nothing more to fear of you though, I've seen what you're capable of and suffered for it first hand. You're nothing, you're an orphan, title-less, homeless and a prisoner." She held her head higher before speaking once more with a smirk. "Your family has abandoned you, and mine only continues to grow." Her violet eyes flicked over him before looking to meet those very crimson ones she had feared only earlier that day. "You're pathetic, Phobus." Her voice dripped with venom as she snarled.

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