IT'S OVER WHEN I SAY AND YOU'RE NOT GETTING RID OF ME

"If I may have the room. Phobus of Ambebjorne, as you all know by now, is being tried for rape and a war act. It seems to me, as you all are the jury, that you find him guilty. Phobus, your parents have beaten me to the punch. You are to be stripped of your titles and family. We will not be permitting execution - Yet. Phobus, you are undeniably a monster for what you've done. I hope the words of your family have wounded you, as mental wounds are the hardest to patch up. You will be sentenced to life in prison under Hawthorne security." The maidens eyes widened for a brief moment, as he breath caught in her chest. Why was he not being slaughtered? Where was the justice in this? Her expression turned angry,

"You will have to live with yourself for what you've done to your family, away from everyone. Should you escape somehow, though not possible, you will have a bounty on your head that I personally will take care to complete. Death is too good for you too, Phobus. As are we. Hawthorne is rumored to be the most monsterous pack, don't think I don't know - But even we have our laws and boundaries. You will be taken to a cavern in the mountain, one with no exit besides where we put you in, and you will be sealed inside. Think of this as your own personal hell, as you wander the dark and wonder if I've decided I'm hungry enough to take a bite of someone so fowl. Do you have any last words before we shut you out from the world entirely?" She looked to her father who stood in front of Phobus. Take his life, kill him father! She thought to herself.

"Yeah. I have some words. Admit it, mother. You never wanted to see myself or Deimus again. You cast us away when you fell pregnant to some stud back home. You were helpless. Afraid. When we came to these lands, we came to you first. The only reason Deimus earned your trust is because he fell victim to becoming a perfect little prince for you. I chose to stay myself, I had to raise myself. I choose what I become. If I'm a monster, so what. You were never there, and you're continuing the trend. I hope the gods never make you a mother again, because you know damn well how to mistreat them. I have no words to say to Mabbit. He means nothing to me. You, Deimus. You were supposed to be there for me. Instead, you got all wrapped up in little Yesimire there. You fell in love. You became weak. I don't know what else to say to you other than you're a disappointment to me. Becoming perfect for a mother who doesn't give a rats a s s about us? You stooped low." Phobus growled, looking towards Helius. "If you want me dead, Helius. Then do it. I'd rather be dead. Hell has a spot waiting for me. I preyed on you because you don't deserve anything good. Just because your related to the Queen of Hawthorne means you get to be married to a Prince? And when offered one, you turn him down for another. Amberbjorne has more power than Dawnshire. More souls. You choose a lesser pack. I'm glad you feared me. That was my intention. You don't deserve anything good to happen to you. My legacy will live on in you. You'll never be able to forget what I did to you. You'll never be able to fully heal from the wounds I gave you. I'm far from pathetic, Wisteria. I'm a God. You denied me death. That's fine. I hope everyone can sleep well at night knowing the monsters been put to sleep."

Her teeth grit and her jaws pulled back in a snarl as he spoke to her. "You're not a God, you're nothing but a selfish, entitled wash up! You think I deserve nothing good only because I didn't want you!" She spat, her hackles once again rising. "Should I bare children of this night, biologically yours or not you will not know them. They will not know of you. They. Will. Not. Be. Yours. They will be Helius', as he's more of a man than you ever f u c k ing would be - And lets be honest, your work tonight was shameful at best." She said through her tightly grit jaws. "I hope to the Gods you escape so I can kill you my f u c k ing self." Her lavenders did not waver from him, showing no fear and only pure hatred. "I swear to you, Lucaya, and every one here today that I will be your executioner. I will be the one to take your life. That is the only way this can be rectified. Hell is too good for you, Phobus, and so am I." She looked to Lucaya as her father began to take Phobus to it's cell. "I heard you're giving out Vampirism - I want in." She spoke out, her anger still seething from her jaws.

Wisteria;